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Teleportation?

I slumped onto the chair. It had been an awfully long day. As usual, my back ached and my feet were forming blisters from my new runners - I made a mental note to myself to break them in. My glass of water on the coffee table and a book in my hands, I was ready to start a relaxing time of reading but the phone rang. I sighed and heaved myself off the armchair and walked over to the phone, my feet rubbing painfully against the tiles as I walked. "Hello? May I ask who this is?"

"It's Christina." Christina? I didn't know anyone called Christina in real life.

"Umm...sorry but who are you?"

"It's me. I don't know, I think I somehow got teleported here to just outside the door where you live and someone gave me a phone and your house number so I called it."

"..."

"I'm Christina. Maybe this will help - there must be some reason I got your number so you probably know me. I used to be in the Chicago experiment. I was Dauntless but Candor-born. My best friend's name is - no, I mean was - Tris. I..."

The rest of what Christina said was a blur to me. I opened the front door, still holding the phone, and I was almost certain I was dreaming because outside was an eighteen-year-old who looked exactly how I imagined my favourite character ever. "Hello," she says.

"This isn't real, is it?" I said to no one in particular. How could a fictional character possibly be real? Christina frowned. "Why wouldn't I be real? I assure you, I am perfectly real. You don't have simulations out of the experiments, so I'm real," she said. I shook my head and thought of nothing else to say but I couldn't just leave her on my doorstep and be like, "Okay you're my favourite character and you're right outside my door. Well, I'm going to go inside so bye." I just got the feeling that might not be the best way to respond to this situation so instead I breathed in deeply and asked Christina if she wanted to come in. "Sure. Thanks. Maybe you can help me figure out what I'm doing here."

"And maybe we can do it before my parents get home."

"I suppose it could happen." Christina sat down on the couch while I poured two glasses of the good, expensive tea my mum usually saved for when she had guests - apparently we both preferred tea over coffee. I walked back into the living room, being careful not to spill anything. After giving one glass to Christina, I sat in the armchair and sipped at my own tea. My water and book from before lay almost forgotten on the coffee table. Christina glanced at the book. "What's that?" she asked.

"City of Ashes," I replied, but she still looked confused so I explained that it was a novel that was part of a series I was reading.

"Oh, no. Not the book - I know that it's a novel. In fact, Caleb found an old but well-preserved copy of that very book the other day and he was reading it. I meant that," she said, pointing at my phone, which was sitting next to my glass of water.

"It's my phone."

"Then why is it talking to me?"

I couldn't hear a thing.

A/N: This is the fan-fiction (slightly changed) that's on my Instagram. Please share your thoughts and stay tuned for a new chapter soon (because my chapters are so short)!