I wait at the bus stop with my fellow Abnegation students. As we stand silently, I begin to think. Things could be different. In just one day, my entire life could be changed. Tomorrow, I may not be wearing the same gray Abnegation uniform. Tomorrow I may have thrown this life away, so I can start a new one in a different faction.

As we load onto the bus, you can tell the sixteen year olds from the rest. They look around, almost as if experiencing a case of de ja vu. I'm too distracted to think about the simulation, so I'm assuming that I'm one of the few that notice it. I do ponder for a minute though. I think about if that had been real. What if I didn't save that man's life?

Goes to show that I'm not fit for Abnegation.

The bus shifts and those of us standing up hold on to railings to keep our balance. A short blonde girl next to me nearly falls down. A boy, most likely her brother, asks her if she's ok. Suddenly, a feeling of jealousy wells up inside of me. I've never had a sibling. I've only had myself. Perhaps I could've had one before my mother left us. I knew why she didn't though. She didn't want another child to live like I did. She didn't want another me.

The bus screeches to a halt. It is my stop. I navigate quickly, but politely, through the crowd. As I step off the bus, I notice my father is standing uncomfortably in the middle of the sidewalk. I sigh.

"Why are you here? I thought you'd be at work." I ask, trying not to sound too annoyed. He doesn't like being disrespected.

"Well, I thought I'd walk my son home. At least from the bus stop. It's not too far Tobias." He smiles, as if trying to ignore my comment. "Plus, I'd like to talk to you a bit."

I try not to roll my eyes. He's going to explain Abnegation initiation for the millionth time. "Fine." I murmur as I adjust my backpack on my shoulders.

"Tobias tomorrow you will experience one of the most important memories a person can have. You will choose your faction. Now, I know I've been talking about this ceremony for a while, but it's important to know what you're getting yourself into. When I was sixteen, I had conflicting emotions on joining Abnegation. Five factions sometimes seemed too many to choose from. What really helped me decide was my aptitude test. And I hope yours helped you.

"Also, there are many secrets in each faction. Even in Candor, there are things they don't tell you." His tone turns very serious. "I hope you choose right."

I don't look into his eyes. I've heard that voice before. I heard it when his anger was escalating. Escalating to the point that he hurt me. Or sent me into the hallway closet for an entire day with only a small supply of water. No matter what, he always uses this voice eventually. He hasn't used it in a while, perhaps several months, but if I don't tread cautiously, his temper will rise.

"I think that from what you've been telling me, plus the aptitude test, I am secure about what faction I will be choosing tomorrow." I say, with a false smile.

And I think I do know which faction I will be choosing tomorrow. And I think it will destroy that bastard's life.

I can't wait until tomorrow.

Ok so shorter chapter, i know, but I wanted to post it ASAP

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This is my first Divergent story, and I'm sorry if I mess up some of the canon details.

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