Phenomenon

by LizzieWillow

Lizzie is just a regular girl. As regular as you can get, being in Erudite. But that changes. Things change. The amazing can become dull, the new can become old, the good can become evil, and the normal can become a phenomenon. If you want to read the story from another perspective, please look at EmeraldHeart 12's story, called Wrapped Into Information! A little cussing.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I wake up to the sound of my little sister Naomi squealing on the bed across mine, and

a pillow whizzes near my head. "APTITUDE TEST!" I groan and pull out the duvets,

then fall off my bed. I nearly trip because of the pillow fort Naomi forced me to help her build yesterday after I finished my homework, and I fell splat on the floor. I laugh dryly, and change into jeans and a blue T-shirt. Shoving my laptop and book into my duffel bag on pure instinct. When do I not read? Never, of course! I run to the dinner table and tap the glass tap two times. My parents and sister come out and we all laugh. It was a tradition for the first one to get ready for the day to tap the table, and for past week it was either me or my sister. We all quickly finish our scrambled eggs, and I burst out of the door.

Normally, I'd take the bus to school. Today, I just felt too much adrenaline and ran

school through a quick passageway, around the crowds of factionless. They packed together like clumps, making it easy to manoeuvre through. Wait, am I acting too much like the Dauntless again? I shrug internally, and make it to school around fifteen minutes until the bell rang. Well, according to my watch. I pick up a newspaper and shove it into my duffel bag. I already know what the headlines will accuse. Marcus Eaton, more known as an 'irresponsible father'.

As I run into class, chaos erupts. The Erudite have just been maltreating the Abnegation due to Jeanine's studies, and school had been a ruckus ever since. I'd use force to stop it if I had to, but it would make me seem like a traitor. Emma, my neighbour, soon walks in and sees a fight between an Erudite named Jeffery and an Abnegation, who I believe is called Beatrice. Yes, that's it. I tune them out, and find a seat. I open my book, and sigh. Sooner or later, the Erudite will realize they were wrong to believe Jeanine at all. Suddenly, the speaker blares: "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." A batch of people walk in, and I ignore the world once again. Immersed in my book, I don't realise how fast time has sped up, and soon I am in a room with a reclining chair. Just breathe. Breathing deeply, I quiver in front of the man in the room.

"My name is James, and I will be administering your aptitude test today." He has pitch

black hair and brown eyes, and seems to be from Dauntless. I nod and take in a deep breath. I sit down in the reclining chair and he hands me a small vial. "Drinking it will start the test." He quickly presses an electrode to my head lightly, and the other side to his. "This will just let me see what's happening." I nod quickly, then gulp the liquid inside the tiny vial. It tastes faintly like lemons, and the world feels like it has frozen.

Suddenly, James disappears, as well as the vial that was in my hand. Although I am in the same room, the only things in there were a table containing a slice of cheese and a knife.

Choose.

"Why should I?"

Just choose.

"There's nothing to choose for, it's not logical!"

I suddenly realise the voice is Jeanine Matthews, the one who started the havoc between Abnegation and Erudite. Why would she need me to choose though, if she's perfectly capable of doing so herself? Why do I need to choose?

Have it your way then!

The cheese and the knife disappear, and I hear a growl from behind me. Whirling around, it is a dog. One that is snapping and running for me. I pause and thought about what I'd learnt in class to figure it out. Yes, we secrete a chemical which is the same as a dog's prey. I sit down, and the dog to advance more slowly, and I take deep breaths just in case. The dog starts to walk over curiously, then licking my hand. I put my hand on it's muzzle, and rub. "You're just a good dog." I laugh, but to be interrupted by a little girl yelling, "PUPPY!" I turn around at look at both. The girl is just running to the dog, arms outstretched, and the dog seems to be aggravated, and charging to the girl. In pure instinct, I run in front of the dog, and I feel a increasing pain near my digestives. Then the room goes black.