A/N: Hi, so I've been thinking about doing this Divergent mixed with The Selection thing for a while, since they're two of my favorite book series. However, this is loosley based off of the world of The Selection and I have changed quite a few things.
1) Instead of castes, there are five "provences" (aka the five factions) that act like the castes in The Selection.
2) All five provences are equal. No one lives in Candor is better or destened to have a better life than someone who lives in Dauntless, etc. ect..
3) This will mainly be a FourTris story. I won't be able to include any other ships as much because of the main rule that the girls cannot "date" anyone other than Tobias, or else be tried for treason (anyone who has read The Selection series knows what I'm talking about ;)).
4) The character who is the Aspen of the story, is nothing like Aspen (for those of you who don't know, Aspen is the main character America's secret lover before and during The Selection). He is infact quite the opposite, but he will stir up drama!
ALSO: To those of you who have been following my other Divergent fic; Breaking Free, don't worry I AM GOING TO UPDATE IT ASAP! I know I've been taking forever but some stuff happened over the past few months (see Authors Note chapter in Breaking Free).
So thank you and enjoy! Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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The day the letter arrived was the day my life turned into hell.
My parents were delighted, of course, that I recived the once in a lifetime chance to help my country by being one of the Selected. My brother didn't really care, of course, because he had much more important things to do than worry about his little sister leaving him to go live in the palace.
I was...well, I was pissed (pardon my language). I didn't-don't want to go live in the palace for who knows how long with thirty four bratty girls and a stuck-up prince. And I certiantily am not going to fall in love with him, so why even try.
But my parents said that not entering The Selection was selfish. That coming from Abnegation, it was my duty to serve my country in any way possible, this being one of the easiest ways.
So now, I sit at the dinning room table, starring at the application form resentfully.
"Beatrice, you better start filling out that application soon, it's due at the Ambassador's office tommorow." My mother warns, drying her hands with a rag. As she starts to put away dishes, I sigh and start filling out the application.
Name. That one is easy, Beatrice Prior.
Age. Again, easy, sixteen.
My province of origin is Abnegation, I'm five foot four, I weigh one hundred and five pounds, and I enjoy playing the piano.
The only things to do in Abnegation are doing things for others, being selfless. One thing you can do is perform music or plays in the town center for other people's pleasure. I can't act or sing, so I took up piano when I was younger. It's my only escape really.
I fill out the rest of the application and place it back in the envelope. Tommorow I will have my picture taken at the Ambassador's office before they mail it out to Chicago, the country's capital.
My family and I live in part of the country that was once the Untited States of America. After World War III, the nation was divided into smaller sections that became countries of their own. I live in what was once the midwest. Chicago was one of the larger cities in the midwest, so it became our country's capital after the war.
Our contry, which is called Midwest (but usually is refered to as The Midwest Region), is split into five provences: Abnegation, Amity, Candor, Dauntless, and Eruidite. Each provence values a different purpose in life, so that together we create a perfect society. I live in Abnegation, the selfless, yet I have always admired Dauntless, the brave.
"I'm feeling a bit tired, I think I'm going to go to bed early tonight." I tell my parents. My father looks up from the paper and nods while my mother continues to straighten up the kitchen.
"Alright, goodnight Beatrice." My father says, turning back to his paper.
"Goodnight." I reply, trying not to run up the stairs in excitement. Tonight I get to see him.
My brother is already in his room doing God knows what so I quickley run into my room and lock the door behind me. I sigh, grateful that no one can see into my bedroom. I try to keep it as clean as possile, but it still ends up being messy. I try to busy myself while I wait for him, tidying up my room and reading old newspapers, but it's hard to consentrait when butterflies are errupting in my stomach.
It's almost 11:30 when I hear a soft knock on my window. I smile and rush towards it, opening my window to let him into my bedroom. He climbs in soundlessly as he's done so many times before and sits down on my bed, smilling.
"Hey." He says, his green eyes looking into my grey ones.
"Hello Peter." I respond, hopefully not blushing.
Peter and I met a couple of months ago when I was visiting Chicago with my father. My father was busy with polotics so I had an entire day to just roam around the city. I bumped into Peter on the street and we ended up talking for hours. We both became quite attracted to each other, yet we couldn't be together.
People from different provences cannot marry unless they pay an expensive fee that neither of our parents could afford. So we decided to meet in secret. I live on the edge of Abnegation, near both Chicago and Candor, the truthful (seriously, they always tell the truth, which can get quite annoying), so once a week Peter sneaks in through my bedroom window and we talk and kiss, but nothing more than kiss.
And tonight, that's just what we do. After talking for about an hour or so like always, I decide I should tell him.
"Peter...could I tell you something?"
"Yeah, sure." He said, sounding distant, which was normal for him. Over the past couple of weeks he's become more and more cold and unloving towards me. The kissing is still great, but I think he wants to do more than that with me, things I'm not ready for.
"I'm entering The Selection." I say. Peter is silent for a moment before he turns to my, his eyes cold and full of hate.
"What?" He spits and I feel my confidence shrink.
"I'm entering The Selection tommorow." I repeat. And then he slaps me. It takes all of my power not to scream in pain. I know it will leave a bruise.
"Why the hell would you do a thing like that?! Am I not good enough for you!?" Peter shoves me up against my bedroom door, the doorknob jabbing into my hip.
"My parents are forcing me to." I wimper, hoping he will stop. Peter has gotten angry at me before, but never hit me. He jabs his elbow into my left ribcage and I wince in pain.
"Don't lie to me Beatrice." He growls and I feel tears sliding down my cheeks.
"I'm not." I whisper. Peter punches me in the stomach.
"Bitch." He spits, dropping my beaten body to the floor like I weigh nothing. I try to say something, anything. But Peter opens my window and climbs out into the warm Summer air, leaving me in a puddle of my own tears.
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Neither of my parnets ask any questions the next morning about the small bruise on my cheek, for asking questions is selfish.
"I'm sure the photographer will apply makeup or do something to make your cheek less noticable." My mother says as we start to walk towards the Ambassador's office, taking me by suprise. Makeup is (as almost everything is) considered selfish, since it causes most women to become vain. I just nod, smilling at my mother.
The Ambassador's office is in town square, infront of the statue of King Marcus Eaton. Every provence has a statue of our current leader, Marucs Eaton. I find it strange to think that soon the statues will be replaced with those of Prince Tobias.
When my mother and I step into line, a few other Abnegation girls and their mothers nod at us. We are often recognized due to my father's high position in politics. I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn to face Susan Black, a good friend of mine and the daughter of Abnegation's Ambassador.
"Hello Susan." I nod and give her a small smile.
"Hello Beatrice, are you excited?" She replied, trying to keep the volume of her voice to a minimum. I have to force myself not to roll my eyes at her comment. I know Susan is just trying to be nice, but sometimes her Abnegationness is a bit annoying.
"Yeah." I reply meekly. We don't say much afer that, not having much to talk about. And before I know it, it is my turn to have my picture taken. The photographer grimaces at my bruise and, as my mother predicted, applies just a bit of foundation on my cheek to cover it up.
"Smile for te camara!" She says with a thick accent that I cannot place. I smile my normal smile, hoping I don't look to eager to be one of the Selected. And in a split second I am blinded by a briliant white flash.
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My family and I gather around the television, one of the most lavish things we own, and I try not to seem to nervous. It's been two weeks since I've had my picture taken, two weeks since I've last seen Peter.
He's a threat to me now, a threat I can't seem to escape no matter how hard I try. He haunts my dreams everynight, turning them into nightmares. I'm so scared that he will come back that everynight I double check to make sure that my window is locked and there is no possibility of Peter getting into my room if he tried. But I know my saftey will not last long.
One day Peter is going to come back for me, I'm sure of it. And the only way for me to avoid ever seeing him again is to win the Selection, which is even worse than seeing Peter agian.
Suddenly, the crest of The Midwest Region (a Phoenix rising out of it's ashes surrounded by five silver stars) appears on the televison screen, and I know it's time.
"Goodevening ladies and gentlemen! I'm Max Copperfeild, proud Dauntless member," Max Copperfeild, the host of The Midwest Report Live, flashes a smile at the camera. "And tonight I am joined by none other than King Marcus and Prince Tobias themselves. Because in just a few minuets, Prince Tobias will be revealing the thirty five Selected girls he will be courting for the next few months, or even years. Tell me Tobias, are you nervous?"
The camera pans over to the seat Prince Tobias is sitting in, a thin layer of sweat visable on his forehead. He isn't a bad looking guy, hell, he looks like a Greek God with his naturally tanned skin and deep blue eyes. Prince Tobias awkwardly chuckles and nods.
"Yes Max, you can bet I am." I can tell he wants to say more, but he glances over at King Marcus, looking almost...nervous. Max laughs his fake laugh.
"Alright, lets not keep those thrity five girls waiting any longer now, Your Highness. I belive you have the honour of naming the Selected tonight?" The prince nods stiffly and walks over to stand behind a marble podium with a whicker basket placed on a table next to it.
"Ladies and gentlemen of The Midwest, I present you, with the first girl of the Selected." He picks the first small white evelope out of the basket.
"Christina Buckingham, Candor." I feel my heartbeat start to speed up. This is real. I think to myself. This is no longer a fantasy, this is your chance to get away from Peter.
"Juanita Newcom, Eruidite."
"Rose Hawthorn, Amity." Prince Tobias pulls more names out of his basket, and the girl's pictures flash up on the screen next to him. As the number of envelopes in the basket shrinks, my heart starts to sink. And as the final envelopes are drawn, I give up hope.
"Susan Black, Abnegation."
"Shauna Malcome, Dauntless."
"Lynn Malcome, Dauntless."
"Marlene Williams, Dauntless." Before I know it, he pulls the last envelope out of the basket. It's not going to be me. I think. I'm going to forever live in fear of Peter.
"Beatrice Prior, Abnegation." Caleb drops the book he was reading and my mother suddenly stands up. My father's face is unreadable.
I must have heard wrong. Prince Tobias did not just say my name. I'm not one of the Selected, that's impossible. Suddenly the emergency phone in the kitchen starts ringing. My mother rushes to answer it, talking softly with whoever is on the other side.
Then it hits me.
This is real. I'm one of the Selected. I'm going to meet the Prince. I'm going to stay in the castel.
I'm a member of The Selection.
A/N: I know it's not some of my best work but I'm a little rusty. Please leave a review and let me know what you think or if you have any questions. And sorry for the errors in this chapter, I'm still figuring out my beta for this story.
ALSO has anyone else seen the new teaser for Allegiant? I almost died when I saw the FourTris kiss. And not to mention the fact that CinemaSins uploaded Everything Wrong With Insurgent on the same day (the video was hilarious by the way). So major day for the Divergent fandom.
Until next time,
S
