Chapter 1

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     I look into the library and see only books. No pictures, no words, no desks, not even computers. I walk over to where I know the young adult section is. I’m falling in love with books all over again. After the first couple years of high school, I didn’t like reading so much. Then a friend told me to read The Selection. I kind of liked it, but it just wasn’t everything I wanted. I pick a book off the shelf and see that none of them have titles. Odd? Aren’t books supposed to have titles? I open the book no matter how suspicious it makes me and  feel as if I am falling to the center of the earth and black out.

     I remember nothing before blacking out. I sit in a very plain room. I walk down the steps and notice no mirrors. This isn’t my home. But then if it isn’t mine, whose is it? I hear someone calling a name.

     “Beatrice! There you are. There’s not much time until the Choosing Ceremony.” I recognize this woman. Almost. She is Natalie Prior. She believes she is talking to Beatrice. There are no other women around and I believe I know what is happening. I am Beatrice Prior. I am in Divergent.

     I quickly try to decide what to do. I know that Tris chooses Dauntless, so I must do this today. When I am about to speak, we are sitting in a large room that looks more like a circular gathering hall. All five factions are present, most of whom will be initiates. I hear my name and walk to the middle of the room. I take the knife, drag it across my palm holding in the pain, and let my blood sizzle on the Dauntless coals.

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