The swish of skirts is all around you as you hurry into the crowd of reds and yellows.
"Hey, I haven't seen you yet," a girl says, smiling at you. "I love your dress! Where did you get it?"
"My name's Cheyenne, you must be new," another says, shaking her hands. "Brr, I still don't know what I'm going to choose tonight. Do you guys know?"
"Oh, yikes," the first girl says, shaking her head. "I think I might be staying. I just... I can't leave, you know? And I don't know where I'd go, and..."
Cheyenne nods emphatically, and you drift along with their conversation until you reach the meeting hall. Your feet turn to stone, and you stand, eyes wide, staring up at the threshold of the place you've dreamed about being for so long.
"Hey," Cheyenne says, smiling at you and pushing you forward. "Come on! You're falling behind, lollygagger."
"Right," you say hurriedly, walking into the building. The Amity group takes turns waiting for the elevator, each group filing in with a pleasant ding.
You know you probably won't be able choose a faction- they already have a list of eligible sixteen-year-olds, after all- but you at least want to watch the ceremony.
You get separated from Cheyenne in the waiting groups for the elevator, and suddenly hear the click of high heels behind you. You whirl around to find a tall Erudite woman. She smiles at you coldly.
"You're not Amity, are you?" she says, raising her eyebrows. "Are you from..."
If you say "yes" without allowing her to finish, go to 19.
If you try to play it cool as an Amity member, go to 20.
If you say nothing, go to 21.
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Choose Your Own Adventure: Divergent
أدب الهواةChoose a faction, friends, even love interests in this fast-paced Divergent adventure. Live the life of your Divergent dreams! ------ This is basically a customizable fanfiction! It has all the options you could possibly want, from different faction...
