"Today is the annual Factions Visitation Day," I hear over the announcments in homeroom. "Abnegation will get together with the other factions in your grade level and meet them. This is a chance to hear a little how other factions act opposed to yours."

Factions Visitation Day has been held for as long as I can remember. Ever since I was a kid once a year I would meet the other faction kids that are my age. This time is especially exciting for me because I've made some close friends from other factions that I can only see this time of year. I've never been closer to anyone than I am to these people. Factions hate other factions and so in turn we hate the people of the other factions, but I don't hate the other factions or the people in them. I guess that makes me Divergent.

"Okay, quiet down everyone," Mr. Amar says. "Now we are going to walk quietly to the buses. Everyone line up."

We all line up by the door. I end up in the back of the line. And then we all walk to the buses.

After everyone has gotten into their seats I sit down in the back of the bus by myself. Only, I'm not alone for long. I watch as Four gets up from the seat he had dat in originally and takes a seat next to me. I look at him, my eyes a little wide.

"What?" He asks.

"Nothing," I say.

We sit in an awkward silence and I pray that he will decide he doesn't like me and move to sit with Treena or someone else other than me. There are way better girls anyways. But he doesn't. He stays in the same seat next to me no matter how awkward it is.

"I heard you actually shot the target," he says, referring to Dauntless class yesterday.

"Oh... yeah," I say. "You heard it? You were there, didn't you see it?"

"No, Mr. Amar took me out of class halfway through," he replies.

"What for?" I ask.

"Just wanted to talk to me," he says. "He's more of a mentor to me than a teacher."

"Oh," I say and then we're silent again, and we don't talk again for the rest of the bus ride, until we arrive in Amity, where the meet up is taking place this year.

We all file off the bus messily and make our way to the big orchard the Amity is famous for where we'll all meet.

I've been in this orchard before for Visiting Day a couple years ago. When it is Amity's turn to host Visiting Day it is always in the orchard. The green grass and large hill is what I always look forward to when in Amity.

I scan the crowds of people filling the orchard until my eyes find her.

"Christina!" I shout. She had been looking around too for the little friend group we formed back in the lower level classes. When she hears me she looks my eay and races towards me.

"Beatrice!" She gasps. We hug each other tightly.

"It's actually Tris now," I smile while still hugging her. We break away and smile at each other.

"Sorry," she says. "Tris. How have you been?" She asks me.

"Just trying to keep up with school," I say with a little laugh.

"What faction did you get?" She asks. "I got Dauntless."

"Um... I got Divergent," I say.

"Wow!" She says in awe. "My best friend got one of the rarest classes!" I expected a different reaction. Everyone hates Divergent; we don't belong anywhere; we can't be controlled. If she wasn't Camdor-born I would think she was faking her shock, or surprise, but you'll always know how a Candor is feeling.

"Yeah..." I say. "It's just too bad I didn't get a faction."

"Oh come on," she says. "Divergent it great! Hey, Uriah got Divergent too!"

"Really?" I say. "Is he here?"

"He should be, but I haven't seen him yet." She says. "So, what are you going to choose after you graduate?" She asks.

"Ehh... I don't know," I say honestly.

"Have you at least started thinking about it?" She asks.

"Yeah," I say. "A lot actually. It's just weird to think of where I could belong when in reality I don't really belong anywhere."

"Tris, Divergent doesn't mean you don't belong anywhere, silly," she laughs. "It just means you belong in more than one place."

"Really?" I raise an eyebrow. "So everyone saying that Divergent don't belong anywhere means nothing? All those people are lying?"

"In Candor, we don't say that Divergent don't belong since we're basically programmed to tell the truth in every possible senerio. But if the Candor say you belong then you should probably believe them." She smiles. "But, on a different note, you should totally choose Dauntless," she says.

"I should?" I ask.

"Yeah," she says like it's obvious, rolling her eyes. "We can be in the same faction and see each other everyday."

"Yeah..." I say. "I just don't think I'm cut out for Dauntless. I'm not doing the best in my Dauntless classes."

"I don't want to pressure you," she says. "Dauntless is pretty hardcore. We train all day during school and then after school we have to continue training until 6:00. I got beat up by a girl named Molly. I swear that girl's like a tank."

I stifle a laugh but stop short when I see a group of familiar faces behind Christina.

"Hey," I say. "There's Will, Al, and Uriah!" I say to Christina, pointing over her head. She looks over her shoulder and a smile plays on her lips as we go to greet them.

"Hey guys," Christina smiles.

"Hey, Christina, Beatrice!" Will smiles at us, engulfing us both in a big hug.

"It's actually Tris now," I say.

"Oh, sorry Tris," he says. I then go and hug Uriah and Al while Christina holds onto Will too long to be friendly.

"What faction did you guys get?" Christina asks when all the hugs have gone around.

"Will and I both got Dauntless," Al says proudly.

"Yes!" Christina yelps. "I got Dauntless too! Just a few more years 'til we graduate and can see each other on a regular basis. Now we just gotta get Tris over here to choose Dauntless."

"You got Divergent?" Uriah asks. I nod. "Me too. Guess we'll all have to be Dauntless now then, huh?"

"I guess so," I say. "I'm just glad I have the freedom to choose."

"You're lucky," Christina says. "I mean, I probably wouldn't have chosen Dauntless if I was Divergent but it still would feel nice to have that freedom of choice. We all got that taken away from us."

"Yeah, but once you graduate the world doesn't know what you actually got, Divergent or a faction," I say.

"What do you mean?" Al asks.

"Well, haven't you noticed that all the adults don't really talk about what they got?" I say. "I mean, if you ask them they'll always say they got whatever faction they're living in. My theory is that after you graduate the Divergent don't want to be known as the outsiders, so they pretend they're not."

"I never really thought about that," Christina says. "But, after all, I don't have the 'Divergent Mind', so I guess that makes me dumb?" We all laugh at her and she smiles back at the rest of us.

"Hey, that reminds me," Will says. "The Dauntless are all about taking risks, and Tris and Uriah are included in the Dauntless category, so I was thinking we could all sneak out to go to that carnival the Amity is holding next week."

"Uh... won't we be like... arrested or something if we get caught?" I ask.

"If wr don't get caught we won't be arrested!" Will states.

"Well, duh," Christina says. We all laugh a little.

Will continues, "We can wear Amity clothing so they won't find us and then we can actually have fun with each other for once instead of talking in a crowd of people once a year."

"I think it sounds like fun," Christina says. "I'll do it."

"Me too," Al says.

"What about you, Tris?" Will asks.

"Of course I'm in," I smile. I would never miss out on an opportunity to spend one more day with my best friends.

"Then it's settled," Will says.

"What about the clothes?" Al asks. "Where are we gonna get Amity clothes?"

"Leave that to me," Will says with a smirk. And with that we have our plans to sneak into Amity and possibly get caught and arrested but it's totally worth it to spend one more day with my friends. Now I just have to pass my Dauntless classes so I don't die in a few years when me and all my friends are Dauntless.