My Divergent Life (Completely Fan-Fiction) Wattys2015

Chapter 1: The Beginning

I've never really found that I deserve what I have, born into Candor, everyone speaks their mind here, no-matter how rude or dis-respectful, they say it. I still have a few days, as far as I can remember, until my Choosing Ceremony and the aptitude test that will tell me where I belong, though, I already know that Candor isn't where I should be.

Most Candor citizens refer to my name (Stella Thorn) as the brat's signature, I try to ignore them, but the way they say it, so willingly, without a moments hesitation, gets to me.

I know I can't stay here, I kind of raised myself, even though I am the youngest in my family, I've been trying to do my own thing, that is, until I'm yelled at for keeping quiet about school gossip and my thoughts on everything. I try to give people their space, but I guess they'd rather me invade it. Here I can't keep things to myself, unless I make up some believe-able lie to cover things as I check my posture and teeth and hands, that's something that makes it hard to live in Candor, you can't have personal things, everything is public, you get no privacy, it's always invaded.

I'm looking forward to my aptitude test, so I can find out where I belong, if I get an aptitude for Candor I'm gonna freak.

"Stella! Breakfast!" my father calls.

I jerk up, just in case anyone is coming to my room, the door is wide open, someone must have searched my room as I slept. "I'll be there in a few minutes!" I call back so no-one will worry. I un-cover so I don't throw the comp-fitter to the floor. I look at the digital clock next to my bed, 5:53 a.m. they woke me up early, but why? I turn my head to look at the calender on the wall of the opposite side of the room, April 30th. That's why.

I get out of bed and fix my comp-fitter so it looks a bit more professional and less slept under. I walk over to my calender and peel off the April 30th sheet, today is May 1st, the assigned aptitude test day. For a few moments I stare at the sheet of paper, trying to determine what faction I could have an aptitude for, definitely not Amity, I'm not peaceful, the one feature from Candor I've picked up is debating. Possibly Abnegation, I don't butt into conversations like I've been taught to if I found a flaw or I disagreed with something, haven't done that often. Maybe Erudite, I am in a higher level math class. I might be able to handle Dauntless, I don't know, the things I've heard about initiation there, how insane everyone there seems, I'm not fearless, I'll never be, but maybe that's not what I need to be.

"Stella! Come on! Aptitude test today, remember?!" my father calls, seeming irritated. I guess I'm bad at remembering dates like 'the day before'.

"I'm coming!" I reply. Maybe I'll choose Dauntless, unless it's ruled out by my aptitude test, it's a risk, but that's what the Dauntless members do. I jog down the stairs and into my kitchen where my parents greet me with mouths full of food as they smile.

"Nice of you to meet us this morning," my mother says after swallowing. "You looked almost dead by how shallow your breathes looked."

"Yeah, I normally feel like I'm breathing shallowly during a dream," I say it too loud, too sarcastic. They'll ask me about the dream, though I didn't have one. Maybe I can say I forgot.

Instead my father asks me, " Are you nervous about your aptitude test?"

Yes, "A little bit, I guess." I'm scared they'll ask me why I say 'I guess', they always seem suspicious after that phrase.

" What do you want to get?"

That question was worse than anything else I had in mind that he would ask, I have to be honest on this one. "I'm not sure yet, haven't really thought about it." And honesty failed.