So this would be a typical divergent fan fiction. No special powers or anything.
Main character: Ricky
Best friend: Nyra
I walk to school, the day of the aptitude test. My long, red hair tickling the lower part of my back. I had on a white shirt with black streaks, made to look like tiger scratches. Over that, a black leather jacket with black cloth tied around my wrists, and black jeans. I had on black eye shadow with eyeliner and that eyelash stuff. You'd think I was Dauntless. I was actually Candor. I told lies all the time- the only way they didn't find out is because I was so good at it. I never followed the dress code, I didn't feel a need to. And bedside, wasn't I wearing white and black? Almost everyone expected me to go into Dauntless, and that is where I intend to go. I've been telling my mother and father since day one that I would choose Dauntless. I walked into school only to bump into my best friend, Nyra. "Hey, Ricky!" She said. "Hi!" I said, doing our special handshake. "Soooooo." I said. "Ready for the aptitude test?" She nodded, and the bell rang. Luckily, Candor was the first faction to take it. Nyra and I grinned at each other. "Let's go."