Hey guys! So, this is my first TFIOS fic, so please use nice flames when reviewing. When I write about TFIOS, I obviously picture Shailene as Hazel and Ansel as Gus. Plot: What if Hazel was in remission, picked Dauntless and made a new best friend, Tris? What if Gus never died and was the leader of Dauntless?
I do not own TFIOS, because if I were John Green, I would not be on Fanfiction to begin with.
Hazel POV
I pull a brush through my growing hair. It's been a week since I was declared NEC (No Cancer Evident). While half of my life is healed, the other is not. It's been well over two months since Gus died. I will never get over him. "We have to go to the Choosing Ceremony," says my brother Gale (A/N I know Hazel doesn't have a brother, but it's supposed to have a similar plotline to Divergent.). Today we will define ourselves for life. There are five factions; Dauntless, who value courage; Amity; who value peace; Candor, who value honesty; Abnegation, who value selflessness; Erudite, who value intelligence. And then there's the factionless, those who do not belong to any faction. The other day, we had an aptitude test, in which we were told what faction we belong in, but the Choosing Ceremony is more important.
I leave my house for what may be the last time in my faction, Abnegation. Gale and I walk to the town hall, leaving our childhood behind, and pass the train tracks, where the Dauntless will be jumping. I always wanted to be in Dauntless. I may as well be Divergent, those who do not fit into any faction. We all should. One word cannot describe us, or our lives. It never has, never can, and never will. However, as long as I'm alive, which I shouldn't be, this is how we're forced to live. Right now, there is no ruling faction. Abnegation and Erudite are debating over which faction should be declared the ruler. My beliefs are that Divergent should rule Chicago.
We get to the Choosing Ceremony just in time to secure a seat in the Abnegation section. Jeannine, the leader of Erudite, starts the ceremony and soon, everyone starts choosing. Gale goes up and ends up picking Candor. I knew he would. He's always talked about how wonderful Candor is. The next name to be called is mine, and I walk up, without feeling nervous. What is there to be nervous about? The knife dances across my hand and I try to force the blood into the bowl of Abnegation. I go for another bowl. The blood sizzles on the coal. I am courageous.