Unknown POV-
I yawn and stretch my back, I feel a smashing headache as I get up.
I look around and have no idea where the hell I am.
I look in the mirror and see I'm wearing blue, that signals erudite, why am I in erudite?
Was everything I was thinking an hour ago a dream or reality? is this a dream? or am I actually hear?
My head burns with questions as I pinch my arm to see if I'm literally in this weird room or asleep somewhere.
"Miss?" I hear a knock at the door.
I take off my blue cardigan leaving me wearing a blue skirt and a white top.
Where the fuck am i?
"Come in" I shout crossing my arms by the door.
"Who are you?" I ask snappily
"I'm George, I found you last night on my patrols around the area, what's your name?" He asks me.
"Where am I?" I ask looking out the window, so confused as he isn't wearing any faction colours but wearing a purple coloured t-shirt with black writing on with jeans. is he dauntless or something?
"You are in the Bureau" he says looking at me strangely.
"Where the fuck is that?" I ask holding the top of my nose as my headache gets worse.
"Are you drunk? or having a hangover or something?" this George guy asks.
I shake my head. "No" I says simply.
"Also where the fuck did I acquire! these clothes?" I ask annoyed slightly angry and on edge.
"I found you and you were wearing them" he says.
"What's going on?" I mutter headache blinding my eyesight.
"I think we should get you to a doctor" he says looking worried and confused.
He's confused!
I hear a loud knock at another door.
"Wait for one second" he says answering a front door.
"Where's the girl?" a guy asks waking in.
"Here!" I say crossing my arms and walking out.
"Hello, I'm Amar" he says simply.
I see he's wearing all black, is he dauntless? is this like a secret dauntless base? but the. Why would I be wearing blue? blue, blue for erudite.
"Do you remember your name?" he asks.
"Yes" I say warily of him.
He raises a brow thinking I'm Lying to him.
"I may not be candor but I'm telling the truth I know my name, but I don't know you so why would I share that information" I say shrugging.
"Chicago? your from Chicago?" he asks.
I nod.
"May I ask again where the hell this place is?" I ask.
"Were you erudite or something?" George asks.
"No!" I reply quickly.
"That's why in confused as to why I'm wearing blue!" I say angrily.
"What faction are you from?" George asks.
"Amity? abnegation?" Amar asks prompting me.
I laugh. "Neither, seriously I'm not a friendly druggie or a stiff thank you very much!" I say smiling.
