Eep! This might sound ingenuine, but I am so sorry. I didn't have much will to write this story because I needed to plan out a lot more things before so everything would make sense. Also I was a bit discouraged when someone copied my exact same idea. But I am back and going to give you the chapter you fantastic people deserve. All right to Veronica Roth. Without further ado, enjoy.
Most people think of fire as destructive. Things smothered by flames, inanimate and alive alike. Truth is, fire is life. We need it just as much as we do air and water and the ground we walk on. It doesn't help though when I'm convinced my power can be monstrous. I don't want to hurt anybody, which is why I never use my power. I was trekking home, taking a very long path. Tori made me go home early, but I wasn't going home. Sickness wasn't a valid lie, even Caleb will know something is wrong. I feel the fire pulsing in my veins. I need to feel fire on my fingertips. I break out into a run, feeling as alive and free as a flame. My shoes slapping against the crumbling roads, wind whistling in my ears. For once, I don't care about this self indulgent pleasure. I was never meant to be abnegation. I stop in an empty field near the factionless district, who would believe a factionless man say he saw an abnegation girl shooting fire. To the other factions, we all look the same. I summon fire to my palm, watching it flicker innocently, before sending it into the open air.
"Little divergent girl," I hear a raspy voice approach. I extinguish the fire faster than I summoned it. An old factionless man, reminding me of the simulation, stops a few feet away from me.
"S-stay back," my voice wavers slightly. I was foolish to believe I wasn't going to be caught.
"I just need a favor. You're a sweet little abnegation girl, aren't you?" He tells me innocently. I take a fatuous step towards him. He won't attack me, not when I have powers to defend myself. Factionless are stripped of their powers, and their children will never obtain them. Unless they are divergent as well.
"What do you want from me?" I question, more confident. I let him lead me, abnegation taking over. I remember what my mom has always said during her volunteer projects. We should not fear the factionless, we need to help them. My mother would be proud, but I can't tell her why I left school early.
"It's autumn, and winter is approaching. I must spare my coals for fire, would you being willing to light one for me?" He asks of me. I almost smile, my power can be helpful. It can save lives instead of ending them.
"Yes, sir," I reply respectfully. I should be as abnegation as I can even if I plan to transfer. I follow him to a small shabby hut. He shoved open the front door, hinges squealing because of the rust. A pit for fire obscures the floor in the center of the single room. The man piles poorly chopped wood and gesture for me to set it alight. With ease I summon the fire and skillfully flick it towards the awaiting pile of wood. It flares up almost instantly, ablaze and warm.
"I thank you, young divergent," the man kisses my hand appreciatively.
"You're welcome, sir," I tell him as politely as I can since I feel the need to flee. I turn towards the ajar door, but his voice startles me.
"You'll do well in dauntless, ya hear me? Even for such a pretty little girl," he tells me. He knows I will transfer, I need to. It would be unsafe to go to a faction with the risk of not getting its power. I rush out of the hut without replying, Caleb will be arriving at the bus stop soon and I need to make him promise he won't tell our parents about me getting out early.
"Beatrice, where were you?" Caleb questions soft spoken. He is an abnegation poster boy, polite and quiet.
"The serum made me sick. The administer sent me home early. Please don't worry mom and dad about this," I beg. He gives me a look over and I wonder if he can see my secrets plain as day. He just nods, he knows it's his obligation to do what he is asked. That's what makes him such a better person than I. He will never break his promise.
"I promise, Beatrice," he sighs in defeat. He has always tried to teach me how to be a perfect abnegation child like him, but I'm not fit for this bland life. We walk home in silence. Mom is cleaning the kitchen. We both offer to help like we're supposed to, but mom shakes her head.
"You have a big day tomorrow, you should go to your rooms and think about what you want in life. Your father and I support any decision you choose to make," my mom tells us. Is this the speech every parent gives their child on this day? Despite that thought, it doesn't feel that way. The way my mom gives us such a warm smile. She was raised to put others be herself, and it make me feel like she truly will support me.
"Thank you, mother," Caleb and I say in unison, heading to our rooms. As I pass his room, I see a stack of books piled high on his desk as the door closes. I wonder if he has that much homework or is he studying for fun. Maybe he is studying so he can volunteer to tutor another student, he is selfless in that way. My own room isn't much different, bland with few possessions. Everything is gray and white. What will dauntless be like? Even they have more variety with dark shades of red and purple, their black void like appearance remedied by their bright spontaneous hair colors and tattoos. How will I ever fit in with them? Is it truly the right path to take? Yes. Part of being brave is being confident in yourself. I will be brave.