A/n- This is my first fanfic.
Disclaimer- The awesome but loves-to-kill-awesome-characters Veronica Roth owns the story.
Caleb's POV
1 month before the Aptitude Test
I sit in front of the mirror. My father stands before me with the scissors in his hand. It is time for my monthly haircut, Abnegation-style, 1- inch length. I stare at myself in the mirror, fascinated by my reflection but pretending not to be. I see dark brown hair, a long face, a straight nose and a pair of green eyes. It is Beatrice's turn now, her haircut is done by mom. I sit passively on the worn armchair beside the window overlooking the street and our cookie-cutter neighbourhood, each house exactly the same and nothing to signify them as lived in. I glance over at Beatrice and notice that she also stares at her reflection for longer than required. Sometimes I think that we are polar opposites. We look nothing alike, nothing to put us together as brother and sister. I inherited mom's green eyes and dad's dark hair. She inherited mom's blonde hair and dad's blue eyes. I was thinking along the lines of genetics when mom shut down the panelled mirror, or was trying to.
"Mom, the panel's jammed." says my sister, pointing out the fact instead of bandaging mom's bleeding fingers, which were caught between the panel and the sliding rails. Huh, she needs to learn.
"Beatrice, why don't you help mom while I take a look at the panel", I say with a reprimanding glance. She nods and agrees quietly.
"Dad, give me a Phillip head screwdriver, I'll bring a flashlight"
I go to my bedroom, searching for a flashlight. I find it in my desk drawer. I go down the stairs while dad walks in with a screwdriver. The mirror panel cavity is pretty deep. I look between the rails and find a small piece of thick black fabric. We don't own anything black, if we did, dad would throw it out. I tighten the screws and apply some oil to the rolling wheels. I pull the fabric out and throw it away. It's not my task to ask questions.
"Mom, are you alright?" I ask out of sheer habit. Her face is as cool and calm as the sea. Mom, ever the selfless woman, assures me that she is fine.
Okay, that was enough adventure for a week. I make my way to my room and close the door, ever afraid of someone walking in. I pull out my advanced cellular biology book which was hidden between the bedpost and the wall. Finals are in a week and I need to study. You may be wondering how an Abnegation person like me got his hands on an advanced cellular biology book. Well, a few good hours of volunteering at the Erudite library and the kind librarian lets you borrow books off the record. I gear myself up and begin to study the chapter on animal cells.
Tell me what you think. This story is parallel to the main plot in Divergent but is mostly from Caleb's POV. (Although Susan and some others may make appearances)
Good day
TheVibrantNight