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CHAPTER 2

- Introductions -

After eating my banana while walking, I arrive at the bus that picks most of the other people from different Factions up. Looking around, I take a free seat by the back window to observe everyone else. I see a particularly upset looking Candor as he shoves a tall Abnegation boy. That's when I realize that that boy is Beatrice's older brother. His name was Caleb I believe. Next to him was Beatrice herself, looking pretty uncomfortable and in deep thought as she watched her brother give his seat to the man.

She's always been pretty uncomfortable when it came to helping others, or at least from what I've noticed this past month. I remember when I first came into contact with her four years ago. She doesn't remember me of course, but I remember her.

It was when I woke up from my week long comatose state four years ago; she was walking with her mother helping her carry things to help the volunteers at the hospital.

I sigh as look away from them to brush the memory off and stare forward, remembering all that I have learnt from the past month.

Due to a trauma I faced when I was 12, something happened to me where everything I read or see and understand gets registered in my brain. An eidetic memory the doctors called it. Because of this, I'm considered a prodigy since everything I learn, I don't forget.

As the bus rocks from the uneven pavement that leads us to the Upper Level buildings for school, I try and hold back a shiver as I think about what lies in Beatrice's path. I probably know more about her than she does herself.

Because of my photographic memory, I caught the eye of Jeanine Matthews. Not only was my father one of the top programmers, but my mother specializes in the serum that we all use for the aptitude tests.

With those two factors combined, Jeanine had requested me to make some sort of program that could detect people who are different from us – and as in us I mean not the ones who belong in different Factions but those who don't belong in any at all. Divergent she called them. She has brought up it up several times, calling them a menace to society and how they need to be controlled.

At that time, little innocent me truly believed that they were bad people. I worked night and day on this project, hoping that once it was done I could get my mother's approval since Jeanine had been up pressuring her for results. For what, I still don't know. This was before I started questioning her motives. Why were they bad people? How could they harm us if they weren't even aware of whom they were themselves? When I caught wind of the plan Jeanine had in mind, I destroyed to prototype, but not before running it through to see if it worked or not.

The prototype, which I had created, gave probability results of the people who have the potential to be Divergent.

Beatrice Prior was the first name that my creation gave me and the last one before I destroyed it. She had a particularly high percentage of being a strongly adept to the Divergent category. Jeanine was very interested in those one's, and although I only saw of the rough draft of her plans, I know that there will be a lot of death ahead if I don't do anything about it.

After finding that out, I kept the knowledge of Beatrice's potential to myself and destroyed the prototype.

Feeling someone brush past me, I look up to find that we arrived. Getting off, I follow silently behind the other students; the Prior siblings weren't too far from my vision. As we enter school, the hallways become cramped from having so many students all over the place, however not crowded enough to have to shove your way out. Despite this, I see an Erudite girl push Beatrice so hard she fell on all fours. Being an earshot away from them, I didn't hear what the girl from my faction had to say but it was as clear as day that she was making a comment about Beatrice's status as an Abnegation, or "Stiff" as they call them.

Lately due to all the propaganda that Erudite has been showcasing through the media and newspaper about the Abnegation community, the people from said faction have been targeted more and more often.

I try my best to walk as fast as I can towards them to help Beatrice, but as soon as I got close enough to stretch my hand out, she was already up and dusting herself off. I was going to apologize for the rude behavior of my peers before she quickly walked off as if trying to avoid the stares.

I get why though as I look around a see people whispering in their hand about what they heard from their parents or read in the newspapers. I shoot glares at those who made eye contact with me before straightening my back and following Beatrice seeing how we have the same class, Faction History.

Taking my regular seat at the very back by the windows, I look ahead and watch the other students who came in early, making idle conversation with each other.

Hearing a faint rumbling noise from afar, I look out the window on my left and see the train coming in, the Dauntless students. Precisely at 7:25 AM, the train runs by without stopping and the people in clad black come tumbling and running out of the train.

Seeing them run off as a pack and into the school with their loud voices and crazy hairdos with piercings, I am reminded of the Erudite boy who is only two years older than us. I never caught his name but he was the only transfer from our faction to go to Dauntless, leaving an impression I'm not sure what to make of.

I remember the day I met him, two years ago from tomorrow, the Choosing Ceremony day in which I, along with my peers will soon have to go through.

Being 16 is a big thing seeing how it's the year where you choose whether or not you stay or abandon your family. It was his big day and I guess mine too – I got released from the hospital.

I was walking towards the library to look up some medial terms that I didn't understand from my stay at the hospital. I was finally out of the hospital and was trying to tie my hair in a ponytail with my favorite but worn out elastic. Not looking where I was walking, I was having difficulty tying my hair and all of a sudden it snapped.

I turned as fast as I could with the side of my wound restricting me to find that my elastic snapped and hit the boy behind me.

He had the strangest combination of eye colors. They were a mix of blue and grey, one of the darkest shades I've ever seen – and they were glaring at me as if I planned that attack.

He took in my appearance along with the stitches on my left arm, bent down to pick up the snapped elastic and gave me a cold look. I was frozen in my spot because I didn't know how to react. As soon as my brain remembered how to talk, I opened my mouth to apologize, only to have him dangle something in front of my face.

My once broken elastic was tied in a meticulous but tight knot. He must've tied it when I had a brain fart.

The black elastic was so close to my face that my eyes were crossed. From my view though I could see his mouth lifted in a small smirk. Knowing that I probably looked silly, I snatched the dangling elastic and mumbled a small apology along with a thank you. He raised one eyebrow at my meek attitude and just walked off.

Even to this day, despite the odd encounter, the once broken elastic still hasn't snapped again and has been with me since then. It's a pretty damn good elastic if I do say so myself.

The classroom door opened and it was the teacher. I internally sighed and opened up my book. I've already read this book once already. Pretending to listen I stare off into space again. Only half a day of school, then the aptitude test. I can do this, I tell myself mentally.

Even though I've already decided to go wherever Beatrice goes, I'm still anxious at the prospect of the test.

Shaking my head slightly, I try to snap myself out from being nervous. Only half a day of school, then the aptitude test. I can do this, I mentally repeat again. No, I have to. For the greater good, I have no choice.

AN: Thank you for reading! Also, thank you Cassie- D1 and Guest (?) for taking the time to review! You guys have no idea how happy I was! For others out there who are somewhat interested in this story, please don't forget to leave a review of what you think and if you have any feedback ** if you have time, of course :) Criticism is very much appreciated.

Since it's like super late where I am right now I'll just leave it at that.

Much love,

- Jam