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Sixteen year old, Alivia Prior finally chooses her faction.
But here's the news: she's Divergent, just like the Dauntless prodigy, Tris Prior, her older sister.
When her choosing ceremony comes, h...
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05 | A L I V I A
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When the clock read 11:58 pm, I walked outside of the dorm as quietly as I can, tiptoeing my way out. The dim lights did little to show me who was there so I quietly put my back against the wall in case it was someone I didn't know.
I continued walking quietly down the hall, the lights getting a little bit brighter as I made my way farther. Soon, I heard soft footsteps coming my way. I almost didn't hear them.
Then, I see my sister, Beatrice walking towards me, sporting swollen lips and hair that clearly says 'I tried to fix it but my hot boyfriend messed it up too much so I gave up'.
I wonder why...
She gave me a stern look once she reached me, saying I did something wrong. "You should know that an initiate cannot have any kind of affair with an instructor."
"Wow, great way to start a conversation with your oh-so-beautiful sister who you so love so much and didn't see in three years." I say rolling my eyes sarcastically.
She mimicked my eyes but I can still see the small smile she had. "Follow me."
I studied her now still face. She matured quite a lot here in Dauntless. And I do admit it, she looked damn intimidating.
"What are you lookin' at?" She raised her brow.
"Who are you and what have you done to my sister?" I said, saying my thoughts aloud.
She shook her head with a trace of a smile gracing her lips. "I'm still your sister, you idiot."
Silence engulfed the hall.
I was left in my own thoughts.
Will I be just as scary after the initiation? Will I pass the initiation? Is she really dating Four? Four is so hot.
How old is he?
She shrugged. "Why are you asking?"
Oops. Did I say that out loud?
"Yes. Now answer my question."
"Just testing out our chances." I shrugged.
"You think you'd have one?" She chuckled, a hint of doubt dancing in her tone.
"I'd like to think we do." I nodded. "Do you think we have a chance?"
