Rev woke up and felt really hot and brave and confident, like they could jump from a third story building onto the roof of a moving train (which was oddly specific, but it was how they felt anyway). She wished she could look in the mirror to admire her gorgeous sleek golden locks that hung on her temples like a golden fleece. Alas. There were no mirrors in this stupid Abnegation (/neg) household.
"REVTRICE," their mother shouted, "GET DRESSED IN YOUR MAID COSTUME! IT IS TIME TO SCRUB THE FLOORS OF THE WEALTHY AND DO COMMUNITY SERVICE!"
"Ew mum," Revitrice yelled, "don't call me Revitrice! My name is Rev!"
"Don't be silly, Revitrice, Rev is a motorcycle sound. And you know what a motorcycle is?"
"A tool of the bourgeois," Rev mumbled.
"Damn right. Now get that maid costume on or I'll give all of your slop to the homeless and you'll have to go to bed hungry tonight!"
"But Muuuum!" Rev whined. Dinner slop was their favourite. Yes, it was still made of oats, like everything was around here. Yes, half the faction was dying from malnutrition. But dinner slop was different. Dinner slop, you see, had pepper. And pepper was a game changer, even if spices were a tool of the bourgeoisie designed to put down the lower classes who could not afford such luxuries. Anyway, she loved her mother's pepper slop, and none of the bloody homeless were getting her peppery dinner slop, not if she had anything to say about it.
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A Song of Knives and Crowns
FanfictionRevtrice "Rev" was your ordinary semi-girl: unobtrusive, quiet, and selfless. The perfect Abnegation. The perfect daughter. But why did that title fit like an uncomfortably tight jumper: clingy at all the wrong places and folding in like a stack of...
