More than Divergent
I am an Erudite-born. My parents are Alice and Alek, and I hate my glasses.
Every morning, I watch the Dauntless longingly as they jump from the train, and then I step with my friends to class. Only a week, I told myself. One more week, and you can choose Dauntless. So what I lose my family. They're all over anyway. My aunt was in Dauntless.
My uncle was in Abnegation.
My cousins, however, are in Candor. They always tell me it's a great place to be. But I want to be Dauntless.
But Candor pulls me.
You've still got a week. My brain told me.
But, But, BUT! I told it.
I sat down in class.
My name was called in the second round.
I stepped into a room with a woman who has a raven tattoo. Dauntless. Great.
"Emily." She said. "Sit down."
I sit in a chair. It was comfortable, but worn.
"Don't be scared." She told me. "I'm Tori."
"Easy for you to say! You're Dauntless. You're not scared of anything."
"Not true." she said.
She put something on my head and gave me something to drink. I passed out.
I was a cafeteria, the one at the school, and there was a knife on a table and some cheese.
"Choose." Someone said behind me.
I turned, but there was no one there. "Excuse me?" I adjusted my glasses.
"Choose."
I stared at the empty space where the woman of the voice should have been, then sighed and turned back around.
I wasn't eager to take the knife, but I didn't like cheese.
"I don't want to."
"You have to!" the woman's voice sounded threatening.
"I won't!"
Now, I'm normally not a contrary child. I didn't know why I felt so irritated.
"You must!"
"I don't want to! I won't! I can't! I won't!" I crossed my arms and scowled.
Suddenly a huge German shepherd appeared. I love dogs, but that one looked mean. It growled so loud that it echoed around the room.
I decided not to be afraid of him. I crouched down and put out my hand. "Come on, doggie. Come on. I have bacon." Lucky me, I did have some bacon in my jacket pocket. I took it out and held it out so he could see.
He jogged towards me and ate the bacon. I rubbed his ears. We were fast friends.
Then a little girl came out of nowhere. "Doggie!" she squealed.
He whirled around with his teeth bared. She frowned. "What's wrong, doggie dear?"
That was too much for him. He ran to her, his mouth open for a bite. I charged after him and jumped on top of him. But instead of the hard wood floor I thought I was going to hit, I went right through the floor.
I was on a bus, standing next to a man reading a newspaper.
He looked up at me suddenly. "Excuse me miss. Have you seen this man?" He pointed to a picture in the newspaper. I gasped.
It was Da.
I was going to ask him why, but he interrupted. "He is the reason I got burned. He is the reason I got in jail for something he did."
My throat burned. "I… I don't know him. I've never seen him before."
"Are you sure?" The man stood up with his eyes narrowed, and I got the full version of his ugly complexion. I won't describe it to you, because you'd throw up.
"If you told me, you'd be solving my problems." He pleaded. "I could get my money back, and live a life happy."
Ok it's true, I did want to help this man. But I couldn't shake the feeling that if I told him it was Da, something really bad would happen.
"Come on." He pleaded again. "Please."
Just when the feeling began to be overpowering, I put my hand on my neck and removed a needle. I lurched forward and found myself back in the dentist looking chair, with Tori looking at me like she'd never seen me before.
"Emily?" She asked me.
"Yes?" I said.
"Um…"
"What's my score? What faction?"
Tori seemed uneasy. "Well… It's hard to explain. You would have been Divergent."
"Divergent?"
"You get aptitude for multiple factions." She explained. But I had a feeling that this was much, much more than simply that.
"But…"
"But what?" I asked. "You're making me nervous."
Tori sighed, but she wasn't exasperated or tired. She was scared.
"Emily, you pulled the needle. You are on of the most unique people on the planet."
I waited for her to finish.
"You, Emily, are not Divergent. You are not not Divergent.
"You are more than Divergent. You are so, so much more." Tori looked around with a trapped-deer kind of look. "You are special, Emily. Actions speak louder than words. Divergent speaks louder than actions.
"Insurgent speak louder than them all."
Wait… is that me? "Am…am… am I…?"
"Insurgent?" she finished. "Yes, yes you are. You must keep your identity a secret. More than the Divergent. Insurgent. The Allegaint are below, with the Divergent… just below… But the Insurgent are the top. And there are estimated to be only three in the world."
I nod and leave the room, my hands shaking. I make it to my friend Abby and fall asleep with my eyes open, waiting.
"Three in the world." Tori had said.
Before I had come, there was only two. I was a part of History.
A small Erudite girl, about to become Dauntless.
A part of History.
A/N And that's my first chapter. Please review!
Abby: Aww, you put me in there? How sweet!
Me: no, I put your name in there.
Abby: Same thing!
Eric: no, it's not.
Abby: shut up and type.
Me: Hey, only I can say that.
Abby: Bonnie, shut up and type.
Me: it's your turn Eric.
Eric: Fine. But can I do it from a different perspective?
Me and Abby: No.
Abby: Hey, are you writing what we say down?
Me: yep.
Eric and Abby:…
Me: don't all speak at once!
Eric: Let me type.