I hope you all will like this. I'd just like to take the time and say that I don't own Divergent at all. Merely the OCs I include and the plot. Some things will be changed in this story and others will stay the same.

Today is the sixth day of the third month since my mother has forced me to stand in front of the mirror so she can cut my hair. I stare at her reflection in the glass, and I can't help but wonder how she remains so calm as she trims my hair. When her eyes meet mine in the glass, I begin to wonder why she isn't reprimanding me for staring at us both.

"So today is the day," my mother says from behind me. I can't think of anything to say in reply to her, so I simply nod my head. "Are you nervous?"

"No," I say though I am lying to myself. I am nervous. Nervous because today is the day of the aptitude test that will tell me what faction I will spend the rest of my life in. And tomorrow at the Choosing Ceremony, I will decide on a faction. I will decide where I belong, but it will be a difficult choice for me because I don't want to be defined by just one thing. I want to be multiple things. I want to be brave, kind, smart, honest, and selfless. But tomorrow, I will have to choose if I leave my family or if I stay with them.

Together my mother and I walk into the kitchen. On these mornings, my older brother makes breakfast. My father's hand skims over my short hair as he reads the newspaper. And my mother hums as she clears the table. It's on these mornings and good days like this that I feel the most guilty for wanting to leave them.

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The bus stinks of exhaust and every time it hits a patch of uneven pavement, it jostles everyone from side to side. The next time we hit an uneven patch, I'm nearly thrown out of my seat despite I'm gripping the sides so tight my knuckles are turning white.

My older brother, Caleb, stands in the aisle beside me holding onto a rail above his head in an attempt to keep himself on his feet. As I continue to study my brother, I notice (not for the first nor the last time) that we don't look anything alike. He has our father's dark hair and hooked nose but my mother's green eyes and dimpled cheeks. He also inherited our mother's talent for selflessness. Meanwhile, I have our mother's light brown hair but our father's facial structure and brown eyes. I'm sure that if neither of us were in Abnegation, the girls would no doubt stare at us.

Slowly the roads smoother as gaps between buildings narrow and we get closer to the center of the city. I watch as we pass beneath the elevated tracks, and I begin to wonder what it's like to ride a train. But I know that won't ever happen to me unless I'm in Dauntless because only the Dauntless ride the trains. Finally the bus stops in front of the school, and I'm one of the first ones to get up. I carefully scoot past Caleb to make it off the bus and into fresh air that does not smell like bus exhaust.

Our school, Upper Levels, is one of the three oldest schools in the city, the others being Middle Levels and Lower Levels. And like all other buildings around it, it's completely made of glass and steel. But there's one thing that sets the Upper Levels school building aside from those around it. Out front there's a tall metal sculpture that the Dauntless climb after school, each one daring another to go higher than the last. Last year, I used to watch them do this quite a bit. That's how I ended up witnessing one of the Dauntless fall and break his leg and also how I ended up running to go get the nurse.

"Aptitude tests are today," I say as I look over at Caleb. I can feel my muscles tense as I take in the atmosphere after we walk inside the school. Every kid our age is spread out amongst the halls and classrooms because it's most likely our last day here. Wherever we go after this, those factions are responsible for us.

"Aren't you worried about what they'll tell you?" I ask as we pause in the middle of the hallway. He tilts his head and raises his eyebrow at me.

"Are you, Tobias?" Caleb asks me and I hesitate to answer. Of course I've been worried about the aptitude tests. They're supposed to tell us where we belong, but I don't want to have just one trait that defines me. I want to be all of the traits that the individual factions pride themselves on.

"Not really," I say, finally answering him. He smiles at me then we go our different ways. But as I walk away, I'm thinking about the tests. Which faction will I really belong to?

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As I walk down the hall towards my class, I'm doing my best to avoid running into anyone. Unfortunately this effort ends as I'm knocked down to the floor by an Erudite boy. Several people stop and watch, but I ignore them as I stand and brush myself off. I ignore the insults that are thrown my way and just continue heading down the hall.

Once I'm in the E Wing, I stop by the window and wait for the train to arrive that carries the Dauntless faction as I do every morning. Before I can be pulled into my own thoughts, the train whistle sounds and comes around the bend. As the train speeds past the school, I watch as a mass of Dauntless jump from the cars.

I turn away from the window as soon as the last Dauntless jumps from the train. I know it is foolish to watch them each morning, but I can't stop myself from wishing that I could be like them. Heaving a sigh, I leave the Wing and press through the crowds towards Faction History.

As I stated earlier, I hope y'all will enjoy this story. It's my first Divergent story and something that's been wiggling in the back of my mind for awhile. Please leave me a review?