Hey guys!

Well, I got a pretty good response from people on both Facebook (I'm a FB admin on Divergent pages) and on here, so I have decided to continue! Thanks so much! :D I know this chapter is kind of short, but hey, it's longer than the last one. They'll get longer as they go, don't worry. Enjoy!

Previously:

"Good luck on the test!" my mother yells out as my father smirks.

"Don't fail!" he says meanly to my retreating back.

Oh, don't worry Dad, I think.

I will.

Chapter 2

I sit on the cold plastic of the bus seat, looking out the window watching the trains only yards from the bus. In the blink of an eye, I spot an open car with teenagers dressed in black riding on it, their legs dangling over the edge. In the second I see them, I watch a girl with pink hair shove a boy with tattoos covering his muscular arms. He almost falls, but quickly grabs the handle next to the door and swings back up, grinning.

The sense of longing is almost too much to bear.

I turn back to looking at the floor.

Noticing motion out of the corner of my eye, I turn to see a boy around my age clad in gray, shapeless clothes stand up and offer his seat to a man in Candor. The man takes it without even a thank you. Some people are kind and respond to the Abnegation's selfless acts with at least a smile.

Some do not.

I've been in the former category. Most people mock me for it, finding thank you's beneath them. But I smile at the boy, who is handsome, with green eyes and dark hair, and he offers me a dimpled, distracted smile in return. Worry is in his eyes, and I wonder if he is taking the test today as well.

Despite my kindness for the Abnegation, I could not live how they do. Their lifestyle is good for them, but for me? Never. I mean, look at their clothes! Some of the girls could be beautiful, if they maybe tried a little. But they stick their hair into buns and dress in gray potato sacks anyway.

I wonder how many of them actually want to be there.

How many want to live a life of simplicity and safety.

And I think of myself, trapped in a home of brutal honesty where nothing is safe, not even your innermost thoughts.

Before I know it, the bus has jerked to a stop, and I follow the boy and a small girl with blonde hair out the door and into the school building. It's all a daze. Will this be the last time I see the monstrous boy next to me fall asleep in math? Will I ever hear Peter tell a lie with a smile on his face as he tugs on his black and white clothes? And most importantly, will I ever get to flirt with all the cute guys in English again?

But the classes fly by and I sit at a table not eating, my stomach in knots, as I finally get up to wait in a room where they will call out the names and then you file through the door and then….

No one knows what will happen next.

All we know is that tomorrow is the most important day of our lives and that today decides what will happen tomorrow.

I'm now in a group of other people my age, all with the same expression I must have on their faces. Blue, gray, black, white, and red all mingle together. Today is not a day to shun other factions. Who knows where you might end up?

I sit in a chair next to an Amity girl with yellow eyeshadow and a bright red skirt that swirls around her tall frame and wait for my name to be called.

"Daniels, Christina."

The dark haired Erudite woman calls out my name without a hint of emotion, then proceeds to rattle off nine others that I don't recognize. I stand, smoothing down my black jeans and follow her into a small room about the size of our kitchen at home. My reflection stares back at me, fear written all over my face. The room is covered in mirrors. It's completely empty, with the exception of a small cabinet in the corner.

And a big, black reclining chair sitting right in the middle.

It looks like a dentist's chair.

I despise the dentist.

The Erudite woman gestures for me to sit down and adjusts her wire rimmed glasses. Shaking, I sit, almost falling off the slippery leather. She walks over to the cabinet and pulls out wires.

"W-What are you doing?" I say, stuttering.

"I am attaching electrodes to key points on your head so we can understand the results of the test," she answers matter-of-factly as she sticks the wires to my forehead.

She returns to the cabinet and hands me a vial of clear liquid.

"And what does this do?"

"I cannot tell you. Please drink it."

"Sounds safe," I respond, rolling my eyes.

"Please drink it."

I swallow nervously.

"Bottoms up."

And, there you go! The next chapter should be up within a few days. I hope you enjoyed!

Also, did anyone notice how many times I used the word will? xD Wow, Audrey, wow. Haha. And oooh, Christina was on the bus with Caleb and Tris :o Seriously, I really like sneaking in some characters here and there xD And geez, it's difficult to get all the details right. I found out Christina's sister's name is actually Rose…oops xD Oh well. I've got the book in my lap the whole time while writing this so I get most things right. I really hope I got Christina's character right. I'm trying to put in bits to show that she is still Christina, not an OC. Haha. Like talking about how the clothes look like potato sacks xD

Anyway, thanks for reading! Reviews, Follows, and Favorites are very welcome, as is constructive criticism.

~Audrey