Viola comes from a nice, Candor family in city. Her older sister Jessi, has already left the nest to become an Erudite, leaving Viola next in line to make a choice of faction. Will she stay in Candor to help guide her younger brother Alvin, or go off to live her life long dream of becoming a member of Dauntless? If she does leave, will she make it through without being cut? Read to find out.


1. Chapter 1

I brush out my hair for what feels like hours on my bed and hum my mother's lullaby to myself. Once I am satisfied with the result of my golden locks, I spray my mint-scented perfume in the air and quickly spin through it being sure to catch every drop of it.

I swing open my door to my bedroom and step out in the dark hallway. A light on in my brother's room tells me that he's up. I waltz towards his door and give it a hard wrap.

"Alvin! Open up." I shout through the wooden door.

"Hold on, I'm changing." He replies.

A minute later his door swings open to reveal a scrawny boy with messy, brown hair and big blue eyes. He straightened his white button up and ivory jeans before looking up at me.

"What?" He asked.

"I was wondering if you've seen my white jacket." I said, leaning on his door frame.

"No, I haven't. You might have left it outside from when Hannah and you went out to visit Brooke." He suggested.

"Of course you would notice I went out with them." I smirked.

Alvin had had the biggest crush on my friend Brooke since he could walk and talk. She was very beautiful, tall, wavy black hair. And her sense of humor was just spot on.

He blushed and looked at his feet.

"Well I was just saying that you might have left your jacket there is all." He responded meekly.

"Whatever, I'll go look." I spun on my foot and hurried down the old and creaking steps that lead to the all wooden kitchen in my house.

My mother and father had already left for work, which is basically them just yelling at everybody. In me and my brother's eyes at least. I step outside onto the cold concrete steps that have been lurking in the shade for days before realizing that I need shoes for this operation. I quickly jump back into the house and grab my white, ankle boots. I walk down the gravel road where all the Candors live and look at each white, square house. Every house is almost identical except for some plants or children playing outside on the small lawns.

Hannah and her mom live 7 houses down from my family, so the walk isn't too far. Her father died of a heart attack 5 years ago; just before her older brother's choosing. Then two years ago, her older sister Maya left the family to become a Erudite, leaving sheepish Hannah and her grief stricken mother to live alone.

I walked up her grassy lawn and knocked on her door. I heard her mother shout something to Hannah before soft footsteps hurried down the stairs to open the door. It creaked open just a crack and I could see a deep, brown colored eye stare at me before opening the door wide to reveal the whole Hannah. An exhausted one at that.

"Hi Vi, what brings you here?" She asked in a less then enthusiastic tone.

"I was wondering if I left my white jacket here from when we went to hang out with Brooke." I explained.

"Oh," she looked behind her and reached for something on the counter, "yeah you left it here because of how hot it was yesterday. Here."

She handed it to me and I nodded, slipping it on my back.

"Thanks." I smiled a forced smile.

She nodded leaning against the door frame.

"So....." I said, trying to bring up what I really wanted to know.

"So." She repeated.

"Are you ready for the test?" I asked.

"No!" She blurted out, immediately embarrassed by how weak she sounded, "I mean, isn't everyone? It's scary."

"Not really, Jessi said that it just tests your reaction to fear-"

"Fear?" She asked nervously.

"Yeah, you know so they can figure out how you respond to your surroundings." I put my hands in my pockets.

"Yeah." She looked anxious.

I wasn't trying to scare her, honestly that's just her personality to worry. More like her job. If she doesn't worry about things, I certainly won't.

I left after that awkward conversation, mainly because she made up some lame excuse that she had to go help out with something all of a sudden. I kept walking down the neighborhood to see if Brooke was doing anything. I stopped at her house and looked at her gravel covered lawn.

Her family got tired of the look of grass and got it filled over. I saw her brothers' bikes laying out on the old lawn. Brooke had 5 younger brothers, Jacob, John, Jason, Jäger, and Jett, all of them are quintuplets ( hellacious idea if you ask her ) and an older brother named Henry who now belongs to Amity.

I knocked on the door and heard everyone yelling that they'll get it. Brooke was the one who answered, with an apron on and her long, black curls in an unintentionally messy bun.

She smiled.

"Hey kid, what's up?" She had her sarcastic kick in her voice shine through.

"Not much, just wondering if you wanted to talk about...." I raised my eyebrows at her, indicating the test and she nodded.

With Jason and Jacob standing right there, I couldn't talk about. Her parents' rule is not to mention it in front of them so they can enjoy their last time with her. It's pretty dumb if you ask me.

"Yeah hold on I was just yelling at Jett for doing something stupid." She smiled and slowly turned around at the running boys, "JETT SO HELP ME IF YOU DO NOT SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND STOP RUNNING I WILL TAKE AWAY YOUR BIKE FOR A WEEK!"

He looked at her and kept running.

She sighed and closed her eyes, lips tightened.

"You won't even be here for a week." I smiled.

She shrugged and gave a half smile.

"Whatever." She laughed.

She stepped onto the patio and sighed.

"Two more days." I spoke absent mindedly.

"Yes..." She looked at her bare feet.

I took a few deep breaths.

"I just saw Hannah."

She looked at me and half smiled.

"Really?" She asked.


"How is the nutcase?" She asked, smiling.

"The usual. Helping her mom and cleaning the dishes." I looked at the sky.

It was quiet for a while as we took in the noises of the neighborhood. I don't know if I'll miss these when I leave. Will I even leave?

"Are you going to Dauntless?" I asked bluntly.

She looked at me, eyes slightly wide.

"Are you?" She fired back.

I blinked a few times before answering, thinking it over.

"Yes." I answered confidently.

"I don't know what I'm going to do." She admitted.

Once the words escaped her lips, I wanted to laugh; as though she was joking at the fact that she didn't know what she was going to do. Dauntless was her obvious choice, or so I thought.

"Brooke," I laughed, "you are one of the most Dauntless people I know. How can you not know?"

She looked at me seriously.

"And you're positive of what to do?" She glared at me.

I gave her a confused look. Was she upset with me?

"Yes, I go to Dauntless and-"

"And leave your family behind?"

"Well, you just have to trust your self." I added.

She looked away nervously.

"Okay Viola, you do that. But I'm going to trust the test and I know exactly what it's going to tell me." She snapped.

"What, Dauntless?" I asked sarcastically.

"Candor. And that's where I'm staying."

She slammed the door and left me in the nippy August air.

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