Divergent Fanfic Chapter 1 "Wow Lianna! You look just like an Amity!" Macy says. I laugh. It's true. Of course it's true. We're Candor, so anything one of us says is true, at least by their opinion. Guaranteed. I'm wearing a scarlet dress streaked with orange. In my hand is a small bag holding a few belongings that is red as a ruby. A thin bracelet of tiny roses circles my wrist and red feathered earrings dangle at the sides of my face. I am elevated by orange-red shoes with low heels, and a bow rests on my golden-brown hair that is down in its natural wavy state. "You're right!" I say giggling. "But I think it looks much better than just black and white. What about you?" One thing I love about our Faction is that you can ask anyone anything and you will always get an honest answer. If you don't want to know, you don't ask. "I totally agree!" Macy says. Macy is wearing a flattering green jeweled dress and a head circlet. She looks beautiful, as always. She's my best friend though, so I am not any more jealous of her than I would be towards a sister, which she practically is to me. We walk leisurely to the Hub where the Choosing Ceremony will take place. When we reach the entrance to the huge building, a man from Abegnation holds the door open for us. I give a polite nod and say a quiet thank you. Almost everyone else takes the Abegnations' acts of selflessness for granted, but I make an effort to acknowledge them. In my opinion, they are even kinder than some of the Amity. We take the elevator, and within seconds we have reached the top. The Ceremony is about to begin, and we take our places in the Candor section. We are one of the only factions who ever dress up for occasions like this. The other factions all wear their traditional colors. In their section of the room, the Amity, dressed in a bright mixture of read and yellows, are chatting happily, like they always do. Next to them, the grey clad Abegnation stand silently next to each other, waiting for the ceremony to begin. The sea of blue adjacent to them are the Erudite. Many brought books to read, and some are engaging in lively debates. Last, I turn to the Dauntless, and my eyebrows lift. Their area is a seething mass of black and pierced bodies. They are shouting to one another and I hear a crash towards the edge of the huge room. As I took in all of the commotion, an Erudute woman steps up to the podium. Silence is immediate, for she radiates power and and knowledge. She introduces herself, then launches into the history of the Factions being formed. I don't listen though, because I know it by heart. Finally, she finished off with, "But this night is not our past, but our future. So the Choosing of our soon-to-be initiates begin!" She steps down, and a man from Candor takes her place. I recognize him as Macy's father. "I thought they didn't allow parents of the Choosing do any of the work. Especially calling the names," I whisper to Macy. "They changed it. But only for us," she says in the same manner with a smile. I give a grin in response, and turn back to the podium. The name calling is done in reverse alphabetical order, so I will be dead last. Macy's father calls out the first name. "Candy Zurgot!" A girl form Amity steps out. She chooses to stay with Amity, unsurprisingly, as they almost all do. When she goes back smiling, she in embraced in a huge group hug, and there is much murmuring from the other Factions. Macy's father calls another name, then another, and I tune out until he calls out, "Macy Bently" She walks confidently up to the circle of crystal bowls. Without a moment of hesitation, she takes the knife, runs it across her hand, and lets her blood fall into the already dark purple water. I am confused. I was so sure that she was going to stay. But now, she is an Erudite. A couple more names are called before Mr. Bently says, "And lastly, Lianna Anderson." I walk up slowly, trying not to show any fear. Why should I have any fear? I have been thinking of this day for a long time, and I've known for months where I belong. The bowls look huge up close. I take the knife offered by an old Abegnation woman, and give a smile. I stand in the center of the circle of the bowls that will define the rest of my #life. How will I fare in Dauntless? Amity? Abegnation? Erudite? Candor? That doesn't matter, for I already know where I am going, who I will be. I pull the blade over my palm, and feel a dull pain. I take a deep breath, looking at each bowl one more time. Then I extend my hand over the water. I am not brave. I am not kind. I am not selfless. I am not honest. I will be wise.