A.N./: PLEASE READ! Okay, now that I have captured your attention, I have a few quick important things to say. In this chapter or in the next chapter is where my book actually starts merging in with the actual book Divergent. So, I may or may not change some things, and if i forget some things please excuse me because I haven't read the book in quite a while. Second, this will be told in both Katniss's and Tris's POV. And third, as ususal, please vote, comment, and share! Thanks! <3
Chapter Nine
Katniss's POV:
Today is the day that all of the little sixteen year olds take their aptitude tests. I know Gale is nervous, probably because Peeta and I told him that he may be Divergent. Tori told me she would look after them, and by them I mean all the Divergents. She, and some other rebels, will be regulating some of the tests, as well as warning any young Divergents that they find. I hear footsteps on the stairs and Gale appears at the bottom of them moments later. He gives me a nervous smile, and I put down the spoon I was cooking with and walk towards him. Before I can put my arms around him in a hug, he beats me to it, holding me tightly.
It’s almost like the reaping ceremonies; a pep talk, praying that your child is fine, the nervous behavior of children…
“Don’t worry.” I whisper in his ear. “Just don’t do anything too ludicrous and you’ll be fine.”
“I know mom.”
“Just remember what your dad and I said, okay?”
“Okay.” He says. I smile and cup his face in my hands and kiss his forehead.
“Now, no more nervousness. I made this super special breakfast just for you… and I’m assuming all of your friends are coming too?” He nods and as if on cue, Marlene, Lynn, and Uriah walked in. Marlene, who was also smiling nervously, came up to give me a hug.
“Hey, Mrs. Mellark.” She says. Lynn waves at me from behind her, her face expressionless.
“Hey Mrs. M!” Uriah says to me, pecking me on the cheek like I was his own mother. “Got any Dauntless cake?”
“No, Uri.” I say, smiling a bit as he rummages through my fridge. “But I did make some pancakes and bacon for you guys.
“Even better!” He grabs some plates and forks from the cabinet and places him on the table. He picks up one of each for himself and before I have time to react, he’s got 5 pancakes and 7 pieces of bacon in front of him, ready to be devoured.
“Well, the, I guess it’s time to start eating.” Gale says, eying Uriah as he gulped down his first pancake. All of the kids quickly got their food and started eating. Peeta came down a little while later, already wearing his apron. He has to go to the bakery a little earlier today since he’s gotten so many Dauntless cake requests from people in the compound. He hugged Gale, just as I had, and gave him a quiet little pep talk.
Walking over to me, he kissed me briefly and gave me the look. The ‘Be brave, Katniss’ look. Then he leaned in close to my ear and whispered. “May the odds be ever in our favor.”
Tris’s POV:
This is it… the day I finally get told which faction I really belong in. After 16 years of waiting, the day has finally come. After getting up and getting ready for school, I made my way downstairs to eat. On the table was some fresh orange juice and toast and… bacon?! We hardly ever get bacon in Abnegation. But I guess since this is a “special occasion” it’s appropriate. I sit down at the table, and I hear my parents voices come floating into the room from across the hall.
I hear my dad’s voice first. “Annie, I know you’re nervous but you’ve got to calm down. They might not even be diver-“ I’m confused. Who’s Annie?
“Don’t say it Gale. Just don’t.” My mom interrupts. “I know that maybe one of them may not be, but there is no way both of them aren’t. You have to remember, one of them isn’t even ours.” Why is she calling my dad by his middle name? What is going on?
“Look, I made it my responsibility to look over them... both of them.” Says dad, putting emphasis on the word ‘both’.
“I know, but what are we going to do, Hon?” mom asks.
“Nothing. There’s nothing that we alone can do. We just have to hope… It’s the only thing stronger than fear.” Before anymore questions can pop inside my head, my parents walk in, dad holding his briefcase and mom still in an apron. When their gazes land on me, fake smiles form on their faces.
“How’s my little Primrose doing?” Dad asks me, sitting down beside me. Primrose has been my nickname for as long as I can remember. Dad said that’s because he and an old friend of his used to have a lot of Primroses around their houses when he was younger.
“Great. I’m a little nervous, though.” I say.
“Oh, honey. That’s okay. I’m sure you’ll do fine!” mom says.
“Yeah, but what if-“ I start, but I’m cut off when dad looks up to the clocks.
“Oh, sweetheart I’m sorry. I gotta run… Like your mom said, you’ll do great.” He gets up and kisses me on the forehead. Picking up some toast and a piece of bacon, he walks over to my mom, and whispers something in her ear, barely audible to me. But when he kisses her cheek, I hear them both say the strangest phrase I have ever heard.
“Happy Hunger Games.” She barely whispers.
Turning around to leave, dad quietly says, “And may the odds be ever in our favor.”
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The Divergent Games
FanfictionThe peace of Panem didn't last long. Eventually war broke out and all those who survived were divided into five factions: Erudite, Abnegation, Dauntless, Candor, and Amity. Katniss and Peeta's one and only daughter, Primrose Rue Mellark, had been se...
