I stood in the shower, letting my body be steamed by the burning hot water. I felt like, if I stood here long enough, all my confusion and fear could wash away down the drain.
But I know it can't.
"All of them..." I mumble, "I was all of them..." I don't even put shampoo in my hair, just let the hot water drench me.
"Divergent..." I breathe the word.
I get out and dry off quickly, pulling on my blue pajamas.
The Abnegation woman told me I was...all of the factions. She even gave me percentages. Funny, she knew I would want them...because I am everything, including Erudite.
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I go back into my room, and shove the flash drive I brought with me to the school into my laptop.
The Word document she downloaded to the file was still there.
"Abnegation= 52%
Amity= 37%
Erudite=11%
Candor=5%
Dauntless=3%"
Normally...one faction holds a hundred percent status. The computer is glitchy, because having every faction hold a percentage is never done.
I type a word below the text, in big red letters. I'm not supposed to say it, but my fingers run across the keys.
"DIVERGENT."
A pitiful three percent of me was brave. I did the analysis.
I refused the gun. Twice. Twice, because I was afraid to kill the man, even though he would have tortured me. (I read up the simulation manual.)
I didn't even pick the tazer, which would have lowered Abnegation stats and raised Amity and Dauntless stats, but I chose the hammer, which did nothing but lower my Dauntless status and raise my Abnegation. (The hammer gives an opportunity to save the traumatized girl.)
Three percent.
However, if I picked the bike, that would have cut my Dauntless status deep and raise my Erudite for seeing the riddle.
So, I wasn't a complete coward.
But I was still a coward.
I expected Candor to be my poorest faction, but it wasn't. It turns out, the simulation reads my thoughts too. Therefore, if I did whatever I thought, then I was being truthful to myself.
Most of the time I wasn't. I wanted to abandon the insane girl, I wanted to pick the gun up and shoot the horrid man in the torso.
I didn't. And that's why Abnegation and Amity took the cake.
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The door begins to creak open, and I shut my laptop closed.
"What was that?" Helen asks.
"Just some research. Faction percentages. It's still in progress." And that is why I am not in Candor. I chastised myself for typing Divergent in huge red letters.
"Can I see?" Helen leans over. Now I know she just wants to catch me red handed. She never takes interest in my research.
As I open the laptop, I slip my hand under it, and click the battery out.
The screen glitches black.
"What the heck...?!" I feign shock. I put the battery back in, but the computer must be turned back on to reboot. I shake my head and slam the laptop closed.
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I Am Divergent
FanfictionOne choice has been known to change people, or so Melina Grace has heard. But she never would have guessed that the change would be so explosive. She makes friends when family becomes dangerous. She makes family when love isn't enough. She m...