divergent fan fic

pt.1 - good morning

I woke up to my sister scrambling through our room like a chipmunk trapped inside of a woodshed; loudly, frantically, and very ungracefully.

"Bellaaa!" I groaned. "Have you lost your mind?" I could have sworn she had. This was not a day to be woken up like this.

She turned around with an apologetic expression, but behind her eyes was a hint of obvious worry. "Sorry, I just, I can find my... my beanie."

"So that's what this is all about." I said gesturing to our dapple grey room as I stood up and rubbed my eyes. Our room was always a mess, constantly full of random papers and miscellaneous clothes spewed everywhere imaginable, but today it was especially chaotic. I began picking up a few things from my side of the room because I was a generally neat person, but the room always ended up like it is for various reasons. One of those reasons being my sister. "You do realize that if you're wearing it to school today, mom has probably washed it. You can check downstairs," I said gently as I tucked a few more shirts away, even though I just felt like exploding.

"Right! Our test outfits. I still can't believe that it's today." She quietly walked back to her bed and sat down. She seemed to disappear into a maze of deep troubling thoughts. She stared at her hands, intertwining her fingers and then untangling them. My eyes traced up her strong arms, past her steady shoulders and landed their gaze on her face. She looked just like my mother with her dark eyes, and dirty blonde hair that swept long over her left shoulder and shortened to a pixie cut behind her right ear. She also had wide-rimmed glasses that fit her personality perfectly. I envied her glasses at times but knew I would never really need them.

It wasn't that hard to tell that we were twins if you looked closely, but we were definitely not identical. Besides our height of precisely 5'4" and a half, there was very little we had in common. Except, there was one more thing. We weren't Dauntless. Born and raised and taught the ways of the lifestyle? Yes, but not truly Dauntless.

That was when I realized I had been in a world of my own just as much as Bella, so I snapped back to reality and in a few strides made my way to our bathroom across the hall. I turned to the mirror and saw the same slim structure with a head full of knotted blonde hair that I saw every morning. Taking my brush, I made my way through the tangles wishing sleep didn't have to make my hair a birds nest every single day. During this, I realized that my hands were shaking. I tried to pass it off as a chill but I wasn't the slightest bit cold. It was nerves. My stomach felt twisted inside of me as I leaned forward to peer in the reflection of my light blue eyes. "You can do this," I whispered. I stepped back and turned to go downstairs and eat before changing into my test outfit. I can do this.