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um, the Divergent trilogy belongs to Veronica Roth
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The Girl with One Fear
I am divergent. it's a burden I don't want, because of the consequential danger and loneliness. I chose Dauntless because I thought I might be able to find myself there.
My fear, of course I knew that it would be this.
The people surged like water, all swerving around me, leaving an empty pocket of silence. They seemed to be going everywhere at once, yet not getting anywhere at all. There where footsteps, murmurs, the endless shuffling of people, yet all I heard was a ring in my ear, the kind that you hear after straining for sound in dead silence. Their faces blended with each other, but it didn't matter who they were, it never mattered.
This is what I am afraid of, to be alone, to be truly isolated as I was, even in a crowd, especially in a crowd. for on one, no one to understand me.
I knew how to deal with this; I took a deep breath, and closed my eyes. There was emptiness, blissful darkness. Exhale, I opened my eyes again. The crowd was still there, infinitely flowing. But now a pair of arms wrapped around me, "I missed you." The voice was soft and warm; he was steady and strong, anchoring me, supporting me. he felt so real in the simulation, I just hugged him tight and cried. he rubbed my back and whispered comfortingly. abruptly, I stepped away. "No. I won't let this illusion fool me." I said calmly despite my raging emotions. to prove it to myself, I thought for him to raise his hand, and his hand jerked up as if pulled by puppet strings, I thought him in a tutu, and he was wearing pink frills. I laughed a very dry, chocking laugh and the world faded into blackness.
I heard cheering as I woke from the simulation, some stare at me in aw, while others fume with jealousy at the amazing girl who only had one fear. what I would give to trade away my ability! Sadly, in a resigned sort of way, I realized that being so much better at this training than the others would just be one more thing that set me apart.
One more thing to make me even more alone.