Chapter 2

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A/N: I didn't actually mean to copy Divergent word for word last chapter, but I remembered Tris had said something like that, so I tried to make the beginning similar. Sorry. But, anyway, on to chapter 2!

When I open my eyes, Tori is staring at me with a look of exasperation. "Not another one," she mumbles.

"Another what?" I ask in confusion. She sighs.

"Give me a minute. I'll be right back." She steps out of the room, leaving me sitting in the chair with a confused look on my face.

She returns several minutes later. "What did you mean, 'another one'." i ask insistently.

She looks at me for a moment, then exhales a long sigh. " You're Divergent. You don't fit into any of the factions exactly. You're more than just Abnegation or Dauntless. You're both." She looks at me for a moment, waiting for me to absorb that. Then she continues, "The Divergent are considered dangerous by the goverment. You can never tell any one what you are, understand? The girl that just left, Beatrice Prior, is Divergent, too. If you are both in the same faction after the Choosing Ceremony, you should befriend her. Team up with her in a way."

I stare at her as she explains this. It's a lot to take in. I know I am Abnegation. The test tells me so. Apparently, I am also Dauntless. If she would of told me my results were one or the other, Dauntless or Abnegation, this would be easier. Not just being safe, but choosing where I belong would be easier. I could feel guilt-free about leaving my family, knowing I am made for Dauntless, or I could stay with them without any regret, knowing I am meant for Abnegation.

I am torn from my thoughts by Tori, who says, "You better go home. I'll tell them you're sick." She pauses. "Remember. Tell no one."

I walk home instead of riding the bus, knowing that what I need is time alone, away from people. I know my parents want what is best for me. They would respect my decision to leave. But I also know that I would not be able to stay away from them. Faction before blood. I know that can't be right.

I'd always had a problem with that saying. I couldn't imagine anything being more important than the people I care about. I was always different in that way.

When I get home, no one is there. My parents are probably in the city, volunteering at a homeless shelter. I sigh. It is my turn to cook dinner. I quickly begin to cut chicken into strips and boiling broccoli on the stove. When Mom and Dad get home, dinner is already on the table. they both thank me and sit down.

My parents idly chat about their day. I push food around on my plate, barely touching it. When everyone finishes, we all head up stairs to get ready for bed. Before Mom goes to her and Dad's room, I grab her shoulder. She looks at me expectantly.

"Mom,'' I start. I open my mouth to finish, but something holds me back. I manage to choke out the words. "If I transfer...will you forgive me?"

She looks at me for a moment, her eyes filling with tears. Then she nods. "Whatever yo think is best for yourself, you do. I just want you to be happy." I nod and walk to my room. As I fall asleep I can still feel the two halves of my mind fighting. Go or stay.