This is an OC's point of view for Divergent. It is only my second FanFiction. My first was Assurgent, which is still in progress. I hope you like it!
Chapter One
I wake to an itch in my neck. "Can't you wake me up without tickling me, Dad?" I groan.
"Aptitude tests today." Dad grins, and starts tickling me again. I playfully punch him in the arm in response. He leaves the room, so I can pack my school bag. I catch a glimpse of my book on the side and debate taking it to school. If I do, would I get the time to read it? If I don't, won't I get bored? I put the book in my bag, There's always time to read. I go for a shower and get dressed in the blue track pants and top I had taken out the night before. I tie my hair in a quick, no-nonsense ponytail, and eat a bowl of cereal. I haul my backpack on and say bye to my parents and my brother. He is in the Lower Levels, so his classes start half an hour after mine. It is a five minute walk to the nearest bus stop, and the bus is waiting for me already.
On the bus, a woman with a little kid get on, and I give them my seat. Isn't that an Abnegation trait? I wonder to myself. I shrug it off and put my book away as it is my stop next anyways. I get off and sling my backpack over my back. The factionless woman that stands outside my school hands me a newspaper, which I tuck under my arm. When I sit down on a bench in the playground, I open the newspaper. The headline in the front is about the Abnegation, like all of them this month have been. This time, it accuses Marcus Eaton, an influential Abnegation leader, of abusing his son, Tobias, who transferred to Dauntless two years ago. It's hard to believe all these reports about the Abnegation that Jeanine has released. In fact, they have been so severe that I'm not sure I believe them. I check my watch, which is a digital watch with a blue strap, and see that class will start in ten minutes. I get up, but my pant leg is caught under the bench. Now how did that happen? I lift up the leg of the bench, and the blue fabric comes loose, with a patch of dirt on it. When I enter the main room, all I see is chaos.
"Out of my way, Stiff." A boy in my History class, Jeffrey, pushes an Abnegation girl to the floor. This is what Jeanine's reports have started. My faction, Erudite, have been treating the Abnegation hurtfully, and that has affected our behaviour at school. "Jeffrey!" I yell after him.
"What?"
"There was no need to push her!"
"Yeah, there was no need to push her!" He mimics. "Do you even know what those Stiffs are trying to do? Haven't you seen those reports on them?"
"Those reports are nothing more than a bunch of lies. They weren't released by the Candor, were they?" I snap at him.
His nose scrunches up. "If you think they're so innocent, why don't you go join them?"
Just then, the speaker announces, "From Dauntless: Uriah Pedrad and James Tucker. From Erudite: Jennifer Amilee and Emma Smith. From Amity: Jill Lerner and Gerald Davison. From Candor: Peter Hayes and Molly Atwood. From Abnegation: Susan Black and Beatrice Prior."
I didn't have much time to worry about the test, what with all my studying and reading, but now, I'm on the verge of panicking. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. I repeatedly take deep breaths and calm myself down. As I enter the room, I see a reclining chair, like the one in the dentist's office that I go to twice a year.
"Hello. My name is Natalie, and I will be administering your aptitude test." The woman inside the room greets me. She has blond hair and green eyes. I manage a weak nod. "Don't worry," she continues, "It's perfectly safe." I nod again and get into the chair. "This is the serum that will begin the test." She says and passes me a small vial of liquid. She then presses an electrode lightly to my head, and one to hers. "These will allow me to see what's going on." She explains. I hesitantly swallow the serum, which tastes like apple juice. I blink, and when I open my eyes the room is empty. Except for a knife and a hunk of cheese.
"Choose." The voice seems to come from nowhere.
"Why? What for?" I ask cautiously.
"CHOOSE!" Then I realise whose voice it is. Jeanine Matthews'.
"How can you expect me to choose if I don't know what I'm choosing for?" I retort.
"Have it your way." The cheese and knife both vanish. I hear a growling noise coming from one of the corners of the room. A dog walks into the room, snarling and snapping. I should have taken the cheese. Or the knife. I keep my breaths even. I look away from the dog, not wanting to trigger any harsh responses. Then I remember something I read during biology: The chemical a human secretes in a state of fear is the same one a dog's prey secretes. I pretend I am not afraid of the attacking dog while slowly backing away. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. It's not real, it's not real. I lay down on my stomach and look up at the dog. It then whimpers and nuzzles my hand. "You're not a mean dog, are you?"
"Puppy!" A little girl in a white dress appears from nowhere, arms outstretched to the dog.
"Wait-" I try to warn her, but the dog cuts me off, lunging at the girl. She screams, and I jump in front of her, and just as the dog is about to sink its canines (No pun intended) into my arm, I am on a bus. A man with a newspaper and scarred hands is in front of me. The newspaper reads, "Brutal Murderer Finally Apprehended!" Murder? There hasn't been a murder in the city as far as I know, and I've read pretty much all of the history books in the library. Strange. "Do you know this guy?" I have a strange feeling that I do know him, but I have a nagging feeling that it wouldn't be smart to say so.
"No." It comes out as a whisper, so I clear my throat and say it again. "No, I don't."
"If you knew him, you could save me! You could save me!" His breath is like cigarettes. I almost cringe at the odour.
I fold my arms and say stubbornly, "Sorry, but I don't."
I will try to make these chapters longer than the ones in Assurgent. Anyways, please review! It gives me the encouragement to keep going! Thank you!
Here's the link to Lizzie's POV:
s/11900784/1/Phenomenon
~EmeraldHeart12
