Crazy Games - Divergent - Eric/OC

Chapter one

I always felt different. Felt like I never really fit in.

I was an Erudite. Always surrounded by books. My friends were all smart. They acted like studying is all that matters. Even when we chatted, it was about our grades or that exam we had next week. It was kind of suffocating. I felt like I was a step behind in everything. At first I used to try really hard to catch up. Until I realized that it’s not for me. I love reading. But I want to do it when I want and how I want. I read somewhere that “Books are for people who wish they were somewhere else.” This might be true about me. I always wanted to be somewhere else, to be free.

As I stand before five bowls that represent each faction, I think about my life, 16 years of struggle. I’m ready to leave all of that behind me. I take a deep breath and shift my hand forward and watch my blood sizzle on the coals.

“Dauntless.” A middle aged woman with a warm smile and orange dress announces. She’s an amity leader. I nod my head in response and turn around to go sit with my new faction. Dauntless members are all applauding and grinning widely. My heart starts pounding as I walk to the black clothed crowd. I stand behind Dauntless initiates who have chosen to stay in their home faction. Many of them smile and nod their heads.

As the ceremony continues I look toward the blue crowd of erudite. I can see mom and dad already watching me and smiling. It feels like someone’s squeezing my heart. They are giving me encouraging smiles. The fact that I’ll be a transfer was always obvious for everyone in my family. They knew that I’ll choose to leave but we never talked about it. They support me anyway. My sister was not here. She knew about my choice though I never told her. But we kind of said our goodbyes last night.

The ceremony is almost over and we get ready to leave. Dauntless is always the last to arrive and first to leave. I follow the other initiates. I look back for the last time at my family before starting to run out of the room. We go outside and pick up our pace. Everyone is laughing and shouting. As we run in the streets, people automatically get out of our way.

The air feels nice on my skin and my lungs start to burn. It actually feels nice. I’m free. I’m in dauntless now.

We reach the train rails and everyone starts to climb up. I stand behind and watch them. Trying to figure out what is the best way of doing it. I guess that’s the erudite in me. Well, it shouldn’t be that hard. I start climbing up. Apparently it’s not as easy as it seems. By the time I stand beside the rails I’m panting a little but I try not to show it. I hear a whistle. It’s the train. We should jump. I know cause I watched dauntless doing it for years. It’s a bit scary but I can’t give up now. So I start doing what everyone else is doing. When I think it’s time, I jump and grab the handle. I try to throw myself inside. It’s not as graceful as I hoped for but I made it anyway. The only problem is that I slam hard into someone. And that someone wraps his arms around me and grins widely. He has sharp brown eyes and is staring at me with an amused expression. A candor transfer.

“well well, look at you. You know you could just ask me to hug you. I’d be happy to help.” He says cheekily and tightens his hold on my waist.

I quickly put my hands on his chest and get out of his embrace.

“Sorry. I lost my balance.” I mumble.

“Anytime.”

I turn around and go stand beside a girl in grey clothing. She smiles at me.

“That was embarrassing.” I whisper to her and laugh a bit.

“I’m Samantha by the way. Samantha Martinez. But just call me Sam.” I say as I shake her hand. She’s not sure how to shake hands. It’s kind of obvious when she hesitantly shakes my hand.