***Author's Note***
Hi! So I was going through my old writing folder and found this GEM! I wrote it in 7th grade while waiting for my friends to get done with basketball practice. It's a parody of Divergent and it's very short. Don't judge my 7th grade self's writing skill. I hope I've improved since then! Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Divergent or any of its characters. All rights to the author of the books and company that made the movies. This is an original parody of the book/movie. Any resemblance to other stories is mere coincidence.
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I always knew I was different. From the day I was manufactured, to the washing ceremony. My name is Cleanatris Dryer. And today I choose my load.
There are three loads. Darks, Colors, and Delicates. I'm a Delicate. The others call us wimps. In the Delicates, we wash things that no others can. That's why we are the governing load. The Colors have always wanted to overthrow the president Darkus.
The morning of the Clean Test, I walked through Laundromat city with my brother to the designated building.
"Cleanatris Dryer?" a dryer sheet announced. It was time for my Clean Test. The dryer sheet told me to pour a little bit of myself into the washer. I flowed in, and washed everything in sight. Dark clothes, light clothes, colorful clothes, everything! It felt wonderful! The dryer sheet immediately shut the washer door and put on my cap.
"What did I get?" I asked her.
"As far as the world is concerned, you got Delicate."
"What do you mean?"
"Your results were inconclusive. You got Color and Delicate and Dark."
"Dark...?" I whispered. I had always wanted to be a Dark.
"They call it Detergent. Go home and tell your family you poured out too much and got light-containered."
I did just that.
Later, when I got home, my brother asked, "What was your result?"
"What was yours?" I asked back. We both smiled as our parents came in.
"Whatever load you choose, we will always love you," my mom said, smiling.
I kept that in mind as I walked up to the washers in front of the whole laundry section. I slowly unscrewed my cap, thinking of the motto we repeated over and over just minutes earlier. "Load before brand."
I looked at the Delicate washer, then at the Color, then at the Dark. Without a second thought, I poured myself into Dark.
I understand how hard it'll be to be in Dark, but I have to take the risk. I don't know what'll happen next, but I do know one thing.
I am Detergent.
YOU ARE READING
Detergent
FanfictionCleanatris Dryer, a member of the Delicate load, has come to the point in her life where she needs to choose. Times are tense with quarrel amongst the three loads, but Cleanatris has to do what could be the hardest. Own up to who she is. Detergent.
