Divergent Writing Contest

Task #2

Hai guys. ^-^ So Sparklypenguin and I wrote this for the contest thing. xD

A cool breeze blows through the air, making my dark brown hair fly up behind me, tangles starting to form in it. My hair is divergent, and it cannot be controlled. Like me. I frown at the thought, pushing it to the back of my mind. I pull my hair up into a ponytail, considering I can always pull it back down when I get to the meeting.

I can't help but groan, earning me a few strange looks from the other Erudite. The meetings between the factions were always so dreadfully boring, and they lasted way too long. I don't think I'll be able to handle yet another talk about the issues in the community, such as whether the school should be painted white or beige.

Honestly, the only reason that these meetings last so long is because the factions can never agree on anything. They start out as civil discussions, and usually end up to be fights, everyone screaming across the room, some Dauntless even throwing things, and occasionally, people.

It's traumatizing, really. I don't understand why we can't just agree on something, for once.

Shuddering at the possibility of being thrown across the room, I realize that I've come upon the Gathering Hall. Sighing, I let an Abnegation girl open the door for me, muttering my gratitude under my breath. I find it intriguing that she has jet black hair rather than the normal light hair associated with the faction, but I just wave the thought away, not bothering to waste too much time thinking about the Abnegation faction.

I wander around the building for a while, not wanting to succumb to the evils of being held down at such a boring event. Pulling my hair of of the ponytail, I pace around the bottom floor, pausing at the elevator a few times before deciding that I could still procrastinate.

Loud feedback resounds from speakers in the bottom floor, and a disembodied voice announces that the meeting is starting to take place. I curse under my breath and run to the elevator, frantically slamming my hand against the button that leads to the sixth floor. I tap my foot anxiously In time to the calming elevator music, mentally scolding the elevator for not going faster.

The doors open, and I jump out, running directly to the meeting room. I walk in, trying to look as casual as possible. I head over to the Erudite seating with some of my acquaintances and awkwardly launch myself into a chair. A blonde woman who was apparently introducing the meeting shoots me a glare before continuing,"Okay... Back to what I was saying before I was interrupted."

I sheepishly smile and mouth an apology in her direction, but I doubt that she even cared.

Looking around, I realize that I'm surrounded by complete strangers. I haven't really had the time- or the appropriate social skills- to make friends yet. It's funny, considering that Amity are supposed to be social. I guess my anti-social tendencies were just another of the many factors pushing me to switch factions.

I miss my old family and friends, but I can't bear to see them again. I feel like I'd rather cut off all my previous ties with Amity now in order to save myself from pain in the future. It seemed a logical enough thought, so I didn't find it too hard to follow.

I'm snapped out of my thoughts by sharp microphone feedback, and I can't help but grimace, slightly annoyed. Leaders from each faction go up to speak, and I have to stop myself from groaning. I know I'm supposed to find these at least a bit interesting, but honestly, I already know about most of these issues. I got curious and read up on them, a choice that I find myself regretting.

Trying to drown out the monotonous voices of the faction leader, I awkwardly shift around in my seat, looking around for anything of interest. My eyes skim across the rows of factions, passing over the ever-rowdy Dauntless, the giggling Amity, the observant Candor, and the Abnegation, sitting against the far wall so that the other factions can have closer seats.