I don't think I've ever been that important to anybody.

I'm not even that important to myself but that was how I was raised.

If you considered the way my parents treated me as "raising".

So I've decided to make myself important.

I walk down the stairs that separate the two floors of the house that I share with my father. The plain brown wooden stairs have always been a part of my life. When I ran up them after being beaten by my own father. When I ran up them again the day I was told that my mother wasn't coming back. That she was dead. I have become familiar with these stairs, which have always lead me up to my only escape. My room.

I enter the kitchen to see something that I really never expect. My father is sitting down at the kitchen table, in front of a plate a steaming eggs and crispy red bacon. An identical plate sits on a placemat opposite him. Usually my father never does this. On most days he leaves early for work, leaving cold oatmeal in the refrigerator on days that it is his responsibility to cook this meal.

"Come, sit. We have a big day in front of us, don't we, Tobias?" he smiles. I quietly sit down. "I remember when I was your age. Choosing Abnegation wasn't hard at all." I stare quietly at my food, fork and knife in hand. I don't say a word. My father doesn't know that I'm not very interested in staying Abnegation. He continues to ramble on about our wonderful faction. Strange, I think. If he's Abnegation then shouldn't he be praising everyone else, too? This is another factor that leads into my final choice. Even if my result today is Abnegation, I will choose any faction but this one. It has lead me to a hard life, one that I don't want for my descendents.

Finally my father finishes his speech, "and that, my son is why I think you will be assigned Abnegation."

"Thanks, um, Dad." I reply politely. I rarely ever call him anything, but I figured that since today was going to be different, maybe I should treat him differently. I finish my breakfast quickly so I can walk to school. I wave to my father before walking outside into the fresh crisp morning air.

Today I will be taking my first simulation. A simulation that gives me the faction I would be most suited for in my life. I don't quite know what I will do with my results, but I do know that this choice can change a person, so I should be wary of my decision. As I cross the street I see several Erudite kids sneering and calling me names. Recently there have been reports written by Erudite that were meant to degrade Abnegation. I don't know why they were written, but they are very rude and untrue, or so my father says. Since he is a high government official, his reputation has been clawed at by these reports. I haven't read any of them, but a part of me tells me that they're true. I wouldn't put anything past my father after the way he treated me.

I arrive at the school, and navigate my way through the crowd. I'm usually alone at school. I don't have many friends. I never want to trust anybody, because whenever I do, something bad seems to happen. Throughout the day, I start to get more nervous about my simulation. Will it hurt? Is it possible to fail? What will it be like? Of course none of these questions can be answered since it is strictly prohibited to speak of the test.

Finally when the time comes, I am in the cafeteria. My name is called "Tobias Eaton, Abnegation" and I walk towards the mirrored walls of simulation rooms. My hands are shaking.

A small, heavily tattooed, Dauntless woman stands by the door and greets me with a smile. In the room is a strange machine and a reclined chair, with a table beside them.

"Hello Tobias. My name is Mae. Are you ready for your testing?"

"Umm, I-uh think so." I say, my voice not steady at all.

"Sit down in that chair and drink this." she replies and holds out a strange, sweet smelling liquid. I follow her instructions and suddenly, I have a strange sensation. I feel the urge to stand up. I look around the room. It has to be the same room, but it feels different.

"Mae?" I murmur as I look around. She's gone. "Mae?" I say louder this time, a little more panicked. The only thing left in the room that I truly recognize is a table. On top of it there is a knife and some cheese. Choose a voice tells me. I ponder for a second before quickly taking up the cheese. A snarling dog enters the room, and my first instinct is to throw the cheese. It scampers away, after the white-yellow chunk. A small child enters the room "Puppy!" she squeals with excitement. I realize that if I don't act immediately, the dog will maul her. I jump between them, shutting my eyes as the dog lunges towards me.

When I open my eyes again, I'm on a bus. My hand clenches the handle. I look around, confused. A man reading a newspaper beckons to me. I approach him cautiously. "Look, this man is a murderer. Do you know him?"

I shake my head. The man in the picture looks familiar, but it seems smarter to keep my mouth shut.

"You could save me you know. You could save all of us! Do you know this man?"

"Um, I don't know. Maybe."

I wake up in the simulation room.

"Well, Tobias, you did pretty well. Your result was Abnegation." Mae says, standing next to the machine. "But there's something else that occurred during the simulation."

"What is it? Do I need to retake it? Did I do something wrong?" I ask panicked. I start to sweat. What could possibly have occurred?

"Well, I noticed that, during your simulation, you responded to some things... differently." She says, as if trying to tell a small child that a family member has passed. I've heard it before. She's not telling me something.

"Different how?" I am no longer panicked, I am now curious and apprehensive at the same time.

"There's a condition that relates to simulations, Tobias. It's very dangerous, and usually quite noticeable. Luckily, yours is very subtle and you should be able to hide it. This condition is called Divergence. Very few know about it. In fact, the only reason I know about it is because I've encountered it before and made the mistake of reporting it. Tobias, whatever you do from now on, just make sure never to speak of it. They might start watching, which is something you don't want them to do."

I nod slowly, not quite sure how to respond.

"Go outside and act natural. As I said before, your Divergence is so small, you have to look closely and carefully to find it. Your result was still Abnegation." she says assuring me. "No one will know."

I nod again. It's hard for me to process all of this, but I somehow manage to sit up and walk outside to sit with the rest of the Abnegation kids. Thankfully, we don't talk usually, so I have time to think this over.

She said I was Abnegation. But I know I'm not.