I sit on the roof from my simulation. I refer to it as that now because I don't like thinking about all that other stuff. Justina comes up and takes a seat next to me. "You're not going to kill me, are you?"

"Yo, I'm not that kind of monster," she says with a worried look in her eye. "Why you ask that?"

"I...fear simulation."

"Ah."

"So what was your simulation about?"

She takes a long calm breath, then opens her mouth. "My brother."

I raise an eyebrow and stare at her curiously. "You have a brother?" Okay, maybe that was a little rude.

"Yeah. His name is Liam. Anyway, I walked into a room and saw him bleeding out." She sniffles.

"Oh. Well, if it makes you feel any better, you got to set me on fire in my simulation. Then you pushed Brandon off a building, then committed suicide."

She smiles. "Awesome! Did it hurt? Did you die? How much blood was there? Was your reaction hilarious? Was there any pie?"

I pull a blank face. "What? Um...let me see...yes, no, lots, probably and no."

She looks unhappy yet, satisfied. "What else happened?"

"Not all that sure. Oh yeah, you should ask Jordan. He may have taken more from one of my fears than I did."

She squints her eyes at me, confused. "What?"

I pull a ridiculous smile, then walk away. She still stands looking confused. I wonder what she's thinking. She probably just wants to burn something. She's so messed up. I am so mean. Meh.

I walk to the dorm and sleep.

I hear loud footsteps come into my Amity bedroom. I look up and see five people in my room, staring at me. There's something strange about them, but I don't see it.

"Hello, Emily," says one of them. A female with long, blonde hair made into a plait.

"Um...hi?" I reply. Okay, who are these people and why the hell are they in my bedroom?

A younger man steps forward, around the age of nineteen. His hair brown, as dark as chocolate. "We are the Divergent of Amity. Why don't you meet our leader. I think you might know her."

A young girl with dark brown hair—just like mine—steps forward, her eyes chocolate brown—just like mine—and wearing a cute, yellow and red Amity dress. The second I see her I know who she is.

"Mia?" I say. She's Divergent? How would they even know? And she doesn't even like Divergent. She's only seven they wouldn't know if she's Divergent or not until she's sixteen, and that's years away.

"Shocker isn't it?" she says with an evil smirk. Just like the one Erudite give when they talk to Abnegation.

I inhale sharply trying to find the air in my lungs but I can't find it. It's gone. "What have you done to my little sister?!" I scream. I'm furious.

They all give me the same look. "It's not our fault you sister's a monster." What?!

"What?! You do not have the right to say that about my sister! And she is not a monster! She not anything but innocent! So you'd better take that back or I'll...or...or I'll-"

"You'll what? You wouldn't hurt us. You're Amity," says the blonde woman.

"I'm not Amity anymore! I'm Dauntless!" Oh my god. I can't believe I just said that. Not only can I never live to Amity again, but I just admitted it. I am truly not Amity anymore. I am Dauntless now. If I even make it through.

"Then you shouldn't be caring for me," my little sister says. What? I give her a deep look. "What? You were the one to tell me not to let anyone tell me what to be, and this is what I want to be. Divergent."

I did say that. But I didn't mean for this. This isn't what I meant, and now...I should have never told her that.

"No. This is not what you're supposed to be, though. Not evil and...Divergent. Please?"

She gives me a look and I know she just isn't going to budge. "But you betrayed me," she pauses. "We're not sister anymore so why should I listen to a word you say?" I look at her with glassy eyes. Not sisters anymore? So our sisterhood is over, then? I sniffle and let out a sob.

I wake up and sigh with relief. My sister isn't Divergent and we're besties. We still love each other. And I could not be happier.

People stare at me thinking I'm a freak for smiling uncontrollably. But I don't care, I think I look like a freak too. And I'm proud of it.