Peacefully Brave ~ A Divergent Fanfiction (COMPLETED)

Chapter 1

The sun slowly sets. Tomorrow morning, I have to get up like a regular day and go to school. But it is not a regular day. Tomorrow I have to take the Aptitude Test, where a test decides what faction I fit into. My mother says to trust the test. It will decide my life, and guide me. The truck we use to get into the city is fully loaded with wheat and grains, and we drive on the dirt road, back to the small ranch, in a cluster of many others, I call home. It doesn't take long to get home. Amity is one big field of crops. Acres upon acres long. There are random groups of ranches in the middle, and my house is closest to the road into the city. The truck stops at my house, and my sister, Hadley, gets off of the back of the truck. As we walk towards my house, I kick gravel rocks beneath my dirty sneakers. Mud and dirt lines the tips of my red sleeves. I've never liked the colors of Amity. Yellow, orange, and red.

"Are you excited?" Hadley asks me, nudging my arm.

"For what?" I reply, nudging her back. My sister and I have a great sibling bond.

"The test."

"Oh, I - uh..."

"No, I'm guessing."

"No, I am. But I wouldn't call it excited. A nervous excitment."

"Makes sense." She drops her bag of potatos, and expects me to pick them up. I look up at her brown eyes.

"One thing is for certain. Your not Abnegation." She picks up her bag. I laugh. My sister and I don't look alike. She has short brown hair and brown eyes. I have hazel long hair, and blue eyes. I am also shorter then her, but we are the same age. 16.  We don't look alike, but we sure do act alike.

"Do you know what your going to choose already?" I ask her.

"No."

"Well, if you decide, are you going to let the test change your mind?"

"No."

"You sound confident. I lack that." We reach the house and walk inside, shaking the dust off of our shoes and putting our bags of crops on the table for dinner that my mother will prepare.

"How was your day, girls?" My father asks. He is a kind man.

"Good," says Hadley.

"It was decent," I say.

"How so, Celest?" My mother asks. She is very wise, and beautiful.

"Being nervous is all," I say, and prepare to wash the dishes. Silence falls upon the room.

"We want you to know we love you. No matter what your choices are," my mother says. My sister and I turn to them, seeing that they are in great worry and stress. We close in for a hug.

"We love you too," says Hadley. We're the same age, but she seems to be more mature than me.

"We want you to have a good meal and a good nights sleep. To decide. Trust the test," my father says. My mother cuts up the potatos and cooks them. We gather around the table for dinner, and I remain silent, jabbing my food with my fork. We are supposed to focus on our meal during dinner. Not conversation. The old grandfather clock in my living room strikes loudly signaling curfew. I stand in silence with my sister, and we say our  'I love you's'  and head to our bedrooms. I take off my clothes and change into my pajamas. I tuck myself into bed, and blow out my candle. The sky is black, and I can hear the wind blowing through the wheat, and the cows mooing. Trust the test. A good nights sleep. Trust the test. I repeat this to myself in my mind over and over again before my eyes close and I drift off into a deep sleep.