"Maia"
I open my eyes, slowly, and see my sister Maria standing over me.
"What is it?" I whisper, half asleep.
"Today is the aptitude test, remember?" She says, shaking me.
"But it's only 6 am, I can still sleep for half an ..." I protest
"Oh, come on," she says while pulling me out of the bed, " you know we are going to take the early train to help preparing the test rooms and stuff."
I sigh. "Is that really necessary?"
She grins. "Wake up, sleep head, we're Abnegation, remember?"
"Okay, okay, I'm coming. Give me a minute."
Maria runs through the door, on her way downstairs, to help mom and dad with breakfast.
I know I will never be Abnegation. I try as hard as I can, but I just can't. Sometimes it goes well for some time, but there is always that moment I forget to be Abnegation, and be a selfish person instead. My parents see that, too, but I think they still hope I'll be able to become Abnegation. Like 16 years of mistakes aren't enough prove. They are good Abnegations, even though they both transferred. I know I will transfer. But will my family ever be able to forgive me? I don't want to lose them, but I don't want to lose myself either. And I don't think I can be Abnegation but still myself. I walk down the stairs, with a sigh of despair.
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The First Divergent
FanfictionDivergent Fanfic! So this is basically a fic about the first Divergent person in Chicago, so ±100 before Tris. I hope you like it... This might contain spoilers for the Divergent series All rights go to Veronica Roth