Hey! Thanks for checking out this story. Just remember, this is my first fan fic, and it would be nice if you gave me constructive criticism, because saying 'u suc at fan fic, go kil urself' is not very helpful, but anyway, Enjoy! (P.S, Because I don't want to get a law suit, I don't own Divergent.)
But now, I am also learning this: we can be mended. We can mend each other.
I shut Allegiant for the last time and place it on my desk. I felt a bit sad, I had been reading the Divergent trilogy for the last month or two, and I had really become attached to the characters. I stared out the window into the pitch black night and slowly fell asleep.
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I woke to a small girl nudging me.
"Come on," she whispered, "They're about to call your name."
I was about to answer when a man standing on a podium said,
"James Callden" and the boy on the other side of me rose to his feet and made is way down a long staircase to the stage where the man stood. I watched the man hand James the knife and the boy sliced lightly along his own hand. He then held his bleeding hand over one of 5 big bowls, each filled with a different thing: Glass, water, soil, stones and burning coals. An idea flickered into my head and I pictured the divergent books in my head. But I had my thoughts cut short when the man on the stage called out my name.
"Jacob Carlton,"
Copying hat I had seen the boy before doing, I set off towards the stage and shot a glance backwards. That's when I saw her. Blue grey eyes, small frame and blonde hair. I quickly looked forwards. For the first time I wondered just were the hell was I? But I can't stop walking now. When I reach the stage I take the knife from the man and wince as it cuts into my soft tanned palm. I see the burning coals, I remember the girl in my mind, and myself reading Allegiant, and it a flash I know what I must do. I quickly flick my hand and turn away from the bowls to hear blood sizzling on coals.