Transfer (A Divergent Story)

Hannah Eaton is two years younger than her older brother Tobias. After he left her at his choosing ceremony she was left alone with her abusive father. All her life she has waited for her choosing ceremony when she can finally escape her father. When she is finally stared in the face with a choice, she is certain what she will choose. But she is also certain that the memories of her father will haunt her forever.

Chapter 1

Hannah Eaton

I scrambled under the bed in the room that I shared with Tobias. He followed me, staggering in his drunken state.

"YOU LOOK AT ME WHEN I SPEAK TO YOU!" he roared. He yanked me out from under the bed with one arm and my 6-year-old face crumpled. I let out a sob that my father disregarded. He pulled the belt from his belt loops and I let out a scream of terror.

"No, no please, stop!" I screamed and he swung it toward me. The buckle hit me hard in the head and a bruise immediately rose. He continued to lash me with the belt until my back was red and angry and I had screamed until I could scream no more. He slammed his heel into my chest and I fell back. He punched me hard in the jaw and stalked out of the room.

I wake up, tearing at my blanket and yelling for Tobias. My breath is coming in short and tight and sweat streams down my face. I wait for Tobias to come and wipe the tears off my face, to murmur soothing words. He doesn't come. Of course he doesn't. He isn't here anymore. I bury my face in my pillow to wipe the wetness off my cheeks and swing my long legs out of bed. I walk lightly across the room and glance at the clock on the mantel. It is 6:40. Just as well, I should get dressed. The aptitude test is today.

I pull open the ancient drawer of my dresser and look at the mass of gray clothing. It is all identical. I pull out a plain long sleeved shirt and a long gray skirt. The Abnegation are modest to the point of discomfort so I button up the buttons to my throat. I pull on tights and slip my shoes into gray flats. I then braid my plain straight brown hair into one long braid down my back and pin it into a bun. I am used to doing things for myself, as my father is not exactly the kind of person who will brush hair and fasten buttons for me.

We have to be at school by 7:00 so I set off down the rocky drive. The top of the sun is just beginning to peek out over the horizon and there is a faint glow on the road as I walk to school with a simple gray bag. In the Abnegation sector all of the houses are the same so as not to encourage selfishness or jealousy. Our faction prides in selflessness.

Maybe I should clear a few things up before I continue.

The city that I live in is separated into 5 sections that we call factions. Dauntless, for the brave; Erudite, for the intelligent; Candor, for the honest; Amity, for the kind; and Abnegation, for the selfless. Each year a new round of 16-year-olds take an aptitude test to determine which faction they'd do best in. After their test they go to the choosing ceremony where they choose which faction they will live in. Most choose their own faction. If you transfer, you have betrayed your family. Your faction will resent you and you will be a hole they will never fill. Honestly, I plan to transfer because I really don't care what my father thinks of me. I know what I think of him. He has abused me for 16 years and I am done. I am leaving. I am going to my brother in Dauntless whether anyone likes it or not. I don't know what my father will think.

In our city, the country's political leaders are members from Abnegation. We are supposed to be incorruptible so as such, we are well fit to be the leaders. Unfortunately, this involves monitoring the choosing ceremony for the 16-year-olds. My father is Abnegation's representative. When I see him with his kind mask on, I can almost believe that he is a loving father. Almost. He will be there when I cut my hand and drop it into the faction of my choice. He will be standing right next to me in front of a few hundred people. He will be there as I betray him. I will look straight into his eyes and I will not be sad, or remorseful at all. I will go sit with the Dauntless. And I will see my brother again. Unfortunately, life is not a fairy tale. Most likely something will happen that is not as planned. I just have to be ready for it when it comes.

People stand outside the doors of the large brick school and tell me to go into the cafeteria. I nod silently and walk past them. My feet tread the familiar paths of the school. This is probably one of the only places that does not carry memories of my father. He has never come to pick me up, or to drop me off. That was always my mother's job. Before she left. She left me with my father. Like Tobias. And now I will leave and I will leave no one behind but my father. I wonder what he will do when he doesn't have anyone to abuse anymore.

The noise in the cafeteria is made mostly by the Dauntless. My eyes train on them and I find myself trying to find Tobias in the sea of black. Stupid. He couldn't be here. He's at Dauntless headquarters. Or he's factionless. I shake my head. No. He has always been strong. More likely he was the best one in initiation.

The minutes stretch out until finally they begin calling names. I am called fairly quickly, my last name being near the beginning of the alphabet. In the room that they tell me to go into, a Dauntless women with a hawk tattoo on her back and earrings stretching all the way down to her earlobe bends down over a box of glass cups and her shirt moves up to expose skin. I look away. I am not used to people showing skin like that. Members of the same faction as you are not allowed to administer your test so I did not expect someone clothed in gray. They do not usually pair an Abnegation initiate with and Erudite or vise versa because we have a rivalry with each other. Nor do they pair Candor with Amity.

"I'm Tori," the women says shortly, "Please sit."

She nods toward a chair in the center of the room. I sit down cautiously, looking around the room. All of the walls are mirrors. I am not familiar with this. The Abnegation never look at mirrors. It is considered selfish to enjoy looking at your own reflection. As such, I am uncomfortable in this scene.

"What is it with you Abnegation and mirrors?" Tori snorts.

"Mirrors are considered to be used to your own advantage," I answer in a flat voice.

"Insane," she mutters under her breath. "Drink this."

She hands me a glass with clear liquid.

"What is it?" I ask.

"It will begin the simulation," she answers, "Drink it."

I drink. My eyes close.

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