Blonde

Chapter One-This isn't real.

Gwen's point of view

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I wake up to the train passing by my window. Lazily, I sit up, and rang the bell for my maids. A knock on the door came about five seconds after.

Swiftly, I get up from my black bed, and answer my door. "Rose, Shay, thanks for coming!" I shake my Maids' hands and let them in.

They nod, "why do you need us, Princess?"

I sigh, and shake my head, "Are the Men and Women here yet?"

Rose laughs, "Did you just call them men and women? They're your age, Miss Gwen."

I chuckle, nervously. "Well, what else am I supposed to call them?"

Shay shrugs, then gets back focused. "They'll be here by Lunch."

I sit on the edge of my bed, quietly. "I don't even know, but, what faction or caste is your favorites?"

They both look at me weirdly, then Rose speaks up. "Well, I think, fives and Dauntless are cool, not to extreme, not to gentle."

Shay nods, "I would pick Amity and Four, they seem peaceful and always look like they know what they're doing."

I inhale sharply, and nod my head. "What about. . .divergents?"

"They seem to be confused with what to to with there lives, I don't like them, personally." Shay says whilst Rose agrees with her.

"The Simulation tests are there first to conquer right?" I ask, earnestly. They don't even know if they are Dauntless, Abnegation, Amity, Erudite, Candor or Divergent, yet. When they leave, they get there results, no one tells me since I might not like there faction, they don't want me to judge by Faction. When I pick my husband, we get told the Simulation test results. I don't even know what I am, but it doesn't matter. Mom and Dad are Dauntless, I am too.

"Yes," they nod, "but no one tells you, no one knows except the simulation volunteers."

I roll my eyes, "of course, I know." At least they know there castes, which I don't care about, really.

Rose and Shay bring out a black dress with a blue silk belt on it. "Princess, this is for you to wear."

I smile. "Rose, Shay, you have truly outdone yourselves."

They leave the room for me to get ready. I take a hot shower, shave my legs, and try on the dress. It was perfect. I barely got to where dresses, since in dauntless, you only wear leather jackets, and black everything!

I walk over to a mirror, and play with my blonde locks. I hated my hair, whereas, everyone except Gavin had dark hair, we had blonde hair, and to match, blue eyes! Our parents both have a sort of blonde-ness to there hair, but only our mom had blue eyes, if you judged us by looks, we looked nothing like each other, except Me and Gavin.

Rose and Shay come back in to do my hair, and make-up, as they did, I caressed the part of my shoulder where my blue bird tattoo was. It matched with the belt of the dress. . . I guess.

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I walk down the staircase, trying my hardest not to trip. This is not the first time, I've worn heels, but it's pretty close.

The Suitors watch me carefully, some had blue eyes, like me, some had green eyes, like my dad, some had hazel like my little brother, Gray, some had dark brown like Rose and Shay. They were all watching me, except one, one with dark hair, and blue eyes. He was looking down, and fidgeting with his hands.

I smile as I reach the end of the staircase, the dark haired, blue eyed boy was wearing grey. . .abnegation.

My parents and my brothers approach me, with a microphone, and hand it to me. I look at them with panic. They nod, ignoring my panicking.

I take a deep breath. "As many of you may know, I'm the Princess of Edmonton, Gwen Rivers, and I'm holding a Selection," I pat his back. "I'm just here to say, Good Luck, and enjoy the food."

Nina and Toby, there instructors lead them to the rooms, as the Royals head up back to their rooms.

I enter my room, happy with relief, still wandering about that brown haired, blue eyed boy.

I look through the forms of the men, two caught my eye;

Chance Mikkels
Chandler Mikkels

They were twins. They both looked like that dark haired, blue eyed boy from the throne room.

I separated the two forms from the others, and another one caught my eye;

Wesley Knox

He had dark hair, tan skin, brown eyes, plain if I do say so myself, but on the form it lays; eyes change colour depending on the mood.

I sigh, not knowing if that's the truth, maybe we'll never find out. I separate Wesley's, Chance's, and Chandler's forms from the others, and sit on the edge of my bed.

My dress only falls till my thighs, it makes me so self conscious. Slowly, I take it off, and put on a white and black shirt, black leggings, and High top converse.

Absentmindedly, I exit my room, trying to find the three boys that stick out.

Five incredibly handsome boys later, I knock on another door.

"Who is it?" A soft but manly voice yells.

"It's Gwen," I say, "may I come in?"

The door opens for me, and their stands Wesley Knox. . .I think. "Hello, Princess," he says, holding out a hand for me to shake.

I shake it, "Pleasure to meet you. . .Wesley. . .right?"

"Yes, how did you know?" he smiles, warmheartedly, as he lets me in.

"I was looking through your form," I nod, and look around his room. He still had luggages that he doesn't really seem to want to unpack, a skateboard in the corner, and a box of books beside it, and a drum set in the other corner. "What are you?" I ask, referring to his caste and faction.

"A human," he chuckles, "A five and a dauntless born."

I nod, "Thought so."

"And why is that?" Wesley laughs, and sits beside me.

I poke his side, playfully. "Your form, application, whatever you want to call it."

He shakes his head, and stares into my eyes, his big brown eyes looking into my soul. . .and then they changed color, they turned red. I stare at him in shock, "Your eyes,"

He smirks, evilly. "I thought you read my form."

"I never thought it was the truth."

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hey hey hey,

Cameron Dallas play Wesley Knox, what do you think?