Disclaimer: I do NOT own Divergent.

My mother silently cuts my hair. I appreciate the silence to process my thoughts. Today is the day that I'll take my aptitude test and I have absolutely no clue as to what I will get.

Will I be kind? Amity

Will I be honest? Candor

Will I be smart? Erudite

Will I be selfless? Abnegation

Or will I be brave? Dauntless

I've always had an infatuation with the Dauntless. My mother and father had to constantly hold onto my hand when I was younger because I would try to run off with them. I don't want to leave my family, but I want to do what I want. I know Caleb, my brother, is going to stay here; he is the poster boy of selflessness. It's funny how we are so close in age, yet we have absolutely nothing in common. He constantly has to draw my attention to situations where I "should" help. I'm not made for Abnegation so I think that can definitely be ruled out. And I really don't know how long I would be able to handle all the happiness and cheeriness that is the sole purpose of Amity, so I can probably count that out, too. I don't know if I'm smart enough for Erudite, and I don't know how well I would tolerate the loud mouth faction known as Candor. So, I guess that Dauntless is my only real option. The only one left.

So, I'm most likely leaving my home faction of Abnegation. I'm guessing. At least my parents won't be losing both of their children at once; Caleb is selfless through and through.

And my thoughts lead me to the present: the breakfast table with my father, mother, and Caleb. We are silent; all of us eating quietly. The Abnegation don't show any displays of affection in front of others, but mother and father, you can always tell during these quiet morning meals when they are grasping each other's hands underneath the tabletop; their secret signs of affection go unnoticed by only my brother. I like to look at it as though it is our family's own personal rebellion. I hope to find someone that I love that much one day; someone I can be that close with.

Caleb and I are soon off on our walk to school, walking past the factionless sector of the city. We stepped off the bus after many Candor men in white and black arrived and took up what little standing space we already had. What if I end up like them, the factionless? I can't. I don't want to. I've heard of elderly Dauntless that are forced out of the faction, killing themselves because they don't want to be factionless.

We arrive at school and wait in the line that leads long outside of the main doors to the building. I see the Dauntless jump off the train, some landing on their feet and jogging to not injure their legs, some tucking their heads to their chests and rolling. I search for the kind, deep brown eyes of my best friend. I turn my head the slightest and meet his eyes, filled with laughter and a certain easiness that is only Uriah.

You might wonder how a boring Abnegation girl is best friends with the most childish Dauntless boy. Well, our school decided just around the time that I started school that they would blend together all the factions and then split them into different homerooms by grade and last name. Therefore, putting me, Caleb, and Uriah in the same classes and homeroom since we started school. Pedrad. Prior. P and P. I don't know why I just pointed that out, but I did.

After waiting in line for what feels like years, I walk into the upper levels building and to my locker. I get my books for the first few periods of the day, taking my time since first period doesn't start for another fifteen minutes. I ignore all the 'Watch it, Stiff's and 'Move it, Stiff's" as well as the shoves and elbows I get to my back. All except for one. "Watch it, Stiff," I hear the voice of the one and only Uriah Michael Pedrad. He casually throws his arm around my shoulders. By now, I am so used to the motion by him, but I still feel the tingle. I guess it's just because I am not used to anyone touching me, with the whole 'no PDA' Abnegation thing. Uriah has been doing this since year six and all of my fellow Abnegation still look appalled by our friendly behavior towards each other. It was since year six that I have felt this tingle throughout me whenever we touch since nobody ever touches me besides Uriah and my mother and that is only small, unaffectionate brushes. I don't know. Maybe there is some affection in there. Don't you just love the rules of Abnegation?

And there's another reason besides my unselflessness that I don't belong in this faction.

The Abnegation aren't known for their sarcasm. It's somehow laced back to being 'self-indulgent'. I don't understand how though. It's a personality trait. Oh, wait. I forgot that we aren't allowed to have those. Personalities. Because it draws attention to us. Tell that to my ass.

Yep, I curse too.

I'm the perfect little Abnegation girl.

Ha. Funny.

I only grab the books for my first few classes since today is a half day because of the aptitude testing. Uriah and I walk down the hall to our first period class which is Faction History with some boring Erudite dragging on through the lecture. Everyday. I honestly hate this class due to the sole reason of the monotonous speaking of the teacher who I don't remember the name of because it's so boring. Perfect to match her classic Nose personality.

Yeah, last year Uriah decided to teach me the slang used for each faction. Abnegation are the Stiffs. Erudite are the Noses. Candor are the Jerks. I don't really remember the word he used for Amity, but I think it was something relating to drugs? I don't know. I only remember him telling me that they bake peace serum into their bread, so everyone stays happy. He also told me that he is trying to bring back this old term that Dauntless used to call someone a coward. Pansycake. I really haven't used that term as much as the others, but it's still there. We reach the Faction History room with Uriah's arm still wrapped around my shoulders. Everyone looks up as we walk in; the only ones who really continue to look at us are the Abnegation since every other person in our class has gotten used to our friendship. Soon enough, Mrs. Boringballs walks in and starts the lecture. The rest of my classes go pretty much the same way. Uriah and I walk to them together, sometimes with his arm around me, sometimes not. We do separate for a class, but we are back together before our lunch period starts. Since we are two people of two different factions, the people in our school who we don't have class with still glare at us, especially the Erudites. I think it's because Jeanine is all about the "faction before blood" thing and disproves of the bonding of people from different factions. Afterwards, we have our aptitude tests. Let it begin.

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A/N: So here is the first chapter…

I plan on updating more often later.

Let me know if you guys want a certain idea for this story or others. Maybe something you want to see happen? I'm always open to ideas.

So yeah. Hope you enjoy this new story

Sincerely,

-Tori (Me)