So I know you guys are already annoyed cuz I'm already doing two stories but I had this idea and I just
Couldn't
Stop
Disclaimer: I don't own Divergent, beeyotches
So this is a gender-bend
BENJAMIN POV
I wake up to the smell of warm oatmeal and I make my way downstairs after dressing in the drab grey clothes of the Abnegation. My father looks at me with warm eyes and takes in my appearance. Drab grey shirt tucked into drab grey slacks, like usual. My sister, Callie, takes in my bored expression and I immediately wipe it off my face after she glares at me. I, unlike my sister, do not fit in very well with the Abnegation. Abnegation is known for being the selfless people, always projecting outward. The five factions in the city all value one specific trait, and barely anyone even remembers why anymore. The Abnegation, the Amity, the Candor, the Dauntless, and the Erudite. In that order, they are the selfless, peaceful, honest, brave, and intelligent.
I do not know what faction I would fit in to, but luckily today is the day I found out. On a specific day of the year, all sixteen year olds, such as myself and Callie (Callie is older than me, but she isn't quite a year older than me) take the aptitude test. It tells you what faction you would be best in. I have no idea what to expect, no one does. There is no way to prepare, so you just do your best and hope you don't end up factionless.
The factionless are those that live apart from the factions, either choosing to leave the faction of their choice, or dropping out of initiation. My mother says that it would be better to die than to live factionless, because they do not have the one thing that is most important: a community.
"Benjamin, stop daydreaming. It's time for you to go to school," My mother scolds. My mother is a very opinionated woman, some would say too opinionated. But she has good intentions, and she's a good woman. My mother is a political leader, and as is our family friend, Marcela Eaton. Marcela is particularly influential, but my mother would never say she minded. Not in Abnegation.
"Yes, mother," I reply, and Callie and I walk to the bus stop after kissing our parents goodbye, and the bus stop is completely silent. Once on the bus, Callie immediately gets up for a Candor woman getting on the bus, wearing the trademark colors of black and white. I never would have noticed the woman, but that's my sister.
Always being selfless.
My sister was always scolding me and giving me harsh looks when I wasn't selfless enough, a look of disappointment. The first time I saw that look was when I was four and she scolded me for not giving my jump rope to a little boy on the playground who had nothing to play with. I have memorized that look. She gives it to me now, but there is something else behind her gaze. Curiosity? Pain? I can't quite place the look, but it is something I rarely see in my sister's eyes. I will be sad to leave her at the Choosing Ceremony tomorrow.
Even if I don't know where I'm going to go.
We arrive at school and I walk in, immediately shoved by a group of Dauntless. I walk to the window near the front of the school, as I do every morning, and watch the Dauntless jump off the train.
They're the only ones who use it, but it never stops, so the Dauntless jump on and off while it's moving. I've seen many injuries; each worse than the last, but that doesn't stop them.
They're supposed to be brave.
They're supposed to be Dauntless.
After they jump off, I walk to my first class. The aptitude tests take place right after lunch, but we still attend all our classes, so they are all shortened. I don't pay attention in any of my classes, simply daydreaming about what life in each of the factions would be. When lunch rolls around, I'm amazed the day has gone by so quickly, even with my worrying.
Callie and I sit down with our neighbors, Roberts and Samuel. Samuel and Callie have something going on, but they'll never admit it. We all sit in silence when lunch is over, not drawing attention to ourselves while all the other factions laugh and debate and study. I would rather be studying than be doing this.
I immediately slap myself inwardly at the thought. My mother hates the Erudite, hates all the false reports they make of the Abnegation, of the ridicule we have supposedly experienced. She means well, I suppose. Then they say it.
"Samuel Black and Benjamin Prior." The woman calls, and Samuel and I silently get up. We walk side by side and then he turns to me.
"Good luck, Benjamin," He silently says, and I nod in return. I enter the room. There is a Dauntless man in there, with black hair that has a grey streak in it. I notice he has a tattoo of a hawk. I'm about to ask what it means, but I restrain myself. The Abnegation should not be curious. What if you were not meant for Abnegation? I voice in my head says. I look at the dentist-chair in the center of the small room. Well, I guess we're about to find out.
"Hello, Benjamin. I'm Tony, I'll be administering your Aptitude test today." He says, and I notice he has a kind voice, like one of a nice father. His voice must sound odd in Dauntless. That is, if he usually uses this voice and he's not just doing it to be nice to the frail Abnegation boy. I look at his tattoo again.
"What does your tattoo mean?" I blurt out, and he looks at me strangely.
"I've never met a curious Abnegation before," he states, and I just stare at him. "In some ancient culture, the hawk was representative of the sun. I used to be afraid of the dark, so I got this as a reminder of the fear I overcame," He states bluntly, and I continue to stare at him.
"You're afraid of the dark?" I ask, and then curse myself. I should not be so curious.
"Used to be," He emphasizes, and I nod my head too many times too fast.
"All right. Here we go."
So here's what I'm trying to accomplish. I want so sound just like Veronica Roth, just with like different thoughts, since he's a guy, and I might twist the plot a little. FEED BACK IS APPRECIATED I WANT EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO READS THIS TO REVIEW EVEN IF YOU JUST SAY POTATO I'M SERIOUSLY OKAY WITH THAT.
-Natacha