Hello fellow divergent lovers! I will try to mention this in the upcoming chapters, but the war never happened. However, the divergent are still under threat from the erudite. This is years into the future, and the daughter of tris and tobias is now sixteen. I'm writing as if she was born soon after initiation ended, though it's not too important. There are some characters that I left out because they were not really pertinent to the story. Sorry. Lastly, this is my first fanfiction, as I am only fourteen, but if you have any suggestions or comments I'd like to hear them:] Hope you enjoy!
Awakening Chapter 1
The word inconclusive torments my brain. How can the test results be inconclusive- my test results?
I look at myself in the floor length mirror that hangs neatly beside my bedroom door. There are dark circles clinging to my grey-blue eyes, and my cheeks are colorless. I look exhausted. I neatly brush my hair, pull it back into a braid and stand staring at my reflection for what seems like the first in a long time. There is nothing special about my appearance. My nose has always seemed too large for my otherwise small face, and I have always been delicate looking and flat-chested. My hair is long and about the same dark brown as my father's. It is not really beautiful like some of the other dauntless girls', but it is one of the few truly feminine aspects of myself.
I bring my eyes down, no longer wanting to think about myself in that way and turn back towards my door. I take a deep breath. Before I can stand to lose all of my courage, I push open my door as quietly as possible and step into the hallway, heading towards the kitchen. I brush my hands against the rough brick that lines the exterior wall of my family's apartment. All I can do is hope that it will not be the last time. My parents talk discreetly to each other, which is unusual for them. They don't bother to hide anything from me.
I keep my head down as I walk over to one of the cushioned black bar stools. Unfortunately, they notice my expression immediately.
My mother walks over to me, gently placing a hand on my shoulder. "What's wrong, Calah?" She is always overly concerned for a dauntless parent. I know it is because she grew up in abnegation.
I force a smile for them and open my mouth but stumble over the words. There is no way that I can possibly reassure them- reassure them that I will not leave dauntless. But, I could never leave my family, my friends, my faction. Could I?
"About tomorrow, at the choosing ceremony…" I try to force the words.
"You don't have to tell us", my father says, sitting down next to me. I know that I am not supposed to tell anyone my aptitude test results or what faction I will choose, but now I need to.
"Mom, Dad, tomorrow I will... choose dauntless. You deserve to know that." I hope that it is convincing, because right now I am not entirely sure that it is the truth.
My parents smile and pull me into their arms. I nod slightly in acknowledgement and slip back to my room. I lay down, feeling myself being pulled deeper and deeper into sleep.
I am brave. I am selfless. I am divergent.