No one's home when I get up. Dad's left for work. Mom died when I was seven. And my big brother Toby, that's harder to explain.
He left when he was sixteen, two years ago. He left our home in Abnegation and transferred to Dauntless. Only I know both reasons why.
First of all, Dad hit him. Well now he hits me, but I'll live. He was terrified of him. I'm terrified of him.
Second of all, Toby told me a secret, exactly two years ago, that I'm not supposed to tell anyone. Toby's Divergent. That means his mind isn't wired like any of the factions, Abnegation, the selfless, Candor, the truthful, Amity, the peaceful, Erudite, the intelligent, and Dauntless, the brave. Our ancestors created this system to create peace between us.
The people in our city fear the Divergents, say they're dangerous, but I don't get it. Their minds are just wired differently than the rest of us. They just don't fit in.
Dad needs to help keep the city going, as the Abnegation run the government, so no one's home to ask me if I am nervous. Well, truthfully, I'm not. I'm just finding out where I'll belong.
If I belong. Maybe I'll be feared. Maybe the people of our city will fear me like I'm some sort of plague, a danger to our safety.
I'm not nervous.
I'm terrified.
