Hey guys! I'm not dead. I've just been really busy, but I finally got the time to update on this! (! ! ! ! ! !) Sorry for the long wait! I'll try to update Chapter Three faster!

Caleb POV:

"Jeanine," I say. "You can't force her to-"

"I just want to test her," Jeanine says. "I just want to see-"

"She's not Divergent, okay?" I shoot back. "I've had her tested every month for the past year and she always gets the same results. Dauntless, just like her parents."

"Don't try to fool me," Jeanine says. "Her father was Divergent. I knew that. But I let Eric go because he let me test him and he was very reliable. I also suspect Beatrice is Divergent. Care to enlighten me?"

"I wouldn't know," I say. "Honest to whatever divine being you wish to honor. Beatrice never told me."

Jeanine sighs, but before she can say anything, I speak. "Isabelle has always known her mother is in Dauntless. She wants to know them, and she knows this is her chance. Besides, she's fearless and has always wanted to live with them."

"They'll slaughter her," Jeanine says. "With no fears they'll take her as Divergent and exterminate her. If she stays here I can guarantee her safety."

"Fine," I say. "But when it comes to the Choosing Ceremony, I can't decide for her."

"Alright. But Caleb, I've always been able to count on you. Don't let me down this time." Then Jeanine sighs and she lets her guard down a little. "I'm just asking you to talk to the girl. I don't want her to be in a faction that doesn't accept her."

"I will," I say. "I'll talk to her. But I'm telling you, every time I test her, the results come out as Dauntless."

Jeanine nods sharply before smiling slightly and rubbing my arm. Then she walks off without a second thought.

That's how Jeanine works. She thinks through what she does, but she never rethinks them to choose a second way of action.

I need to talk to Beatrice about this. If I catch the next train, I'll have a good change of seeing her.

I put on my jacket and rush outside the building, running up to the railroad tracks. The train rushes past me and I barely make it onto the last car.

"Beatrice?" I ask. When I get to response, I walk into the second car, and there she is.

"Caleb!" she squeaks. "What are you doing here?"

I smile. "Thought I'd catch you on the train."

She smiles back and pats the seat next to her. "Have a seat."

"Isabelle took her test earlier today," I say.

Beatrice sits up. "And?"

"She got Dauntless," I say. "At least that's what she told me."

"And," I continue. "I can keep her safe in Erudite, but if she chooses to go to Dauntless, I can't guarantee her safety. The Dauntless leaders might mistake her fearlessness for Divergence."

"I'll do my best," Beatrice says. "Four is still a leader who oversees training each year. He can help."

I nod. "Alright."

Beatrice looks at me after a moment of silence. "How is she?" she whispers.

"She's beautiful," I say with a slight smile. "She's as brave and pretty as you. I'll miss having her around."

"You really think she's that eager to join Dauntless?"

I nod. "She's been wanting to jump trains since she was five," I say with a slight laugh. "And she's very eager to see you. How long has it been?"

"Eleven years," Beatrice responds solemnly.

"Are you doing okay?" I ask. "You seem quieter than usual."

"I'm just so shocked that I'll be able to see Isabelle again," Beatrice responds.

Isabelle POV:

"That," Natalie says. "Was something."

I crinkle my eyebrows, not understanding what she is saying.

"Excuse me for a minute," she says. Natalie stands up and walks towards the door. She closes it gently. Everything about her is gentle, which can be nice, but a little overwhelming when I've been in Erudite my whole life.

I rest my head on the chair I'm lying in. It's been at least ten minutes, and Natalie isn't back yet. As a child, I was taught that Divergence is dangerous and bad. Teachers always said that Divergence poisoned peoples' minds. They said that knowledge was the key to success, but the other factions seem to be doing just fine.

So what if I am Divergent? I'm not worried. I'll figure it out. I figure everything out eventually. So this should be no problem.

But say I am Divergent and I stay in Erudite. That's a death sentence, my friend. A death sentence. If I stay either way, I'll be a lab rat and not allowing the scientists here to test on me would mean torture. But I hear being Divergent in Dauntless is just as bad; they put you through tests that test your fears and Divergence is spotted that way. And, Uncle Caleb tells me, the Divergent are killed immediately.

I wonder if any Divergents have made it past Dauntless training alive.

Then the door clicks open and Natalie walks in. She smiles weakly at me. "Isabelle," she whispers. "Come here."

I get up and walk towards Natalie. She glances at the security cameras before hugging me. "Listen closely," she says through the hug. I thought the Abnegation weren't supposed to hug, but maybe families make exceptions. "You are Divergent. You have aptitude for three factions: Dauntless, Abnegation, and Erudite."

"I do?" I whisper back. I'm not shocked or scared. Just a little surprised that I was right for once.

"Yes," she whispers. "Listen carefully. Caleb will take care of you in Erudite. Beatrice will take care of you if you decide to go to Dauntless. And your grandfather and I will protect you if you choose Abnegation. But Isabelle, the Divergent cannot be controlled and you will eventually be found out. I know you have no fears, but keep your profile low. Don't try to be found out. I love you."

Then she pulls back and glances once more that the cameras. "I love you Isabelle. It was great to see you again."

I bite my lip and smile back.

"You've got a big decision to make." Natalie pats my back as I walk out. Then she laughs to herself. "You are just like your mother."

I smile weakly at her and walk out of the halls and into the cafeteria.

"Isabelle!" Hailey says. "You doing okay? You look a little pale."

I shrug. "My stomach's a little squirmy but other than that I'm fine."

She grins at me. "I got Erudite. What'd you get?"

"Um." I say slowly. "Erudite."

"Really?" she asks. "I thought you said your mom lives in Dauntless."

"She does," I say with a shrug. "But what does it matter? I've lived in Erudite all my life. Besides, I haven't seen my mom for eleven years."

Hailey looks at me for a minute before picking at her lunch. "Ew," she says. "Black lettuce. Did the Abnegation give us this again? God I hate them. I think they poison our food."

"Why would they poison our food?" I ask, sitting down next to her. "And even if they wanted to, how would they?"

Hailey picks up a tomato and chews it slowly. "They probably treat it specially so the electrolytes are taken out of all of our food."

I roll my eyes, knowing that Hailey doesn't really know; she just uses the word 'electrolyte' to makes herself sound smart. That's what all of the members that don't actually belong in Erudite do.

Uncle Caleb comes home later than usual this night. He sighs when he puts his satchel down and hangs his coat on the rack aggressively.

I slide the pasta I just made in front of him and sit down opposite him with my own plate.

"Thank you," he says, stressed.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

He sighs and stirs around the food on his plate. I get up and put a bowl of salad between us.

"Is this about the Choosing Ceremony?" I roll my eyes and sit down. "Uncle Caleb, what are you worried about?"

He looks back and forth across the room, as if someone is going to break in at any moment. "What were your results?"

I'm not stupid. I know not to tell people of my Divergence. But I can trust Uncle Caleb, right? Still, I lie. He works for Mrs. Matthews, who I always thought was as sly as a little lying rat. "Dauntless."

Uncle Caleb looks at me. "You know those tests I've been giving you? You've never gotten just one faction of aptitude."

I nod and take a bite of rigatoni. "I know, Uncle Caleb, I know what Divergence is."

He looks at me. "You're Divergent. You'll never be completely safe."

I shrug. "That's been my whole life."

Uncle Caleb sets his fork down and raises his eyebrows at me. "Haven't you felt safe in Erudite?"

"Oh I have," I say. "I've just always felt that all of your friends have found me "interesting" instead of "polite" or "nice." I just want to be normal. And if I stay in Erudite, I won't be normal."

"Define normal."

"I don't fit in here," I admit.

"And where will you fit in?" he questions. "The Divergent never fit in anywhere." He looks at me seriously. "If you stay here, I can protect you from Jeanine. If you go somewhere else, I can't guarantee your safety."

"I don't care about safety!" I say, my voice raised. "I'll never fit in anywhere, you said it yourself. Besides, if I go to Dauntless, I'll at least get to see my mother."

I get up, throw my napkin on the table, and take both of our plates it. Then I retire for the night.

I can't think about this anymore.

Because I know exactly where I'll transfer tomorrow. After all, I've known since I was five.

A/N Hello my peeps! Sorry I haven't updated in an eternity (more like a few months) but it's Spring Break and my Grandpa just died on Saturday, so I've just been lying around, eating jellybeans (the black licorice ones were Grandpa's favorite), crying, listening to the Frozen soundtrack over and over (Let It Go is ma jam) and watching way too many episodes of The Bachelor (Juan Pablo is a jerkface). But I finally mustered up the energy to write this and You're Not Alone (you should really check it out if you haven't already :D)so I hope you guys like(d) it!