Writer Games: The Final Twist & A Night in Wattpad Manor & Faction Wattpad

The Arrival: Males

Abnegation Male - Stewart Banachali

The party as expected,  was less ravishing than the usual dauntless party. Much quieter compared  to the dauntless as well, but that was expected too. Just something  I'll have to adjust to, I suppose.

The colors of the  banquet were white and grey. Already I feel out of place, the black of  my jeans and shirt to their light ones. Isn't it self-indulgent to worry  about my appearance? Yes, this will take some major time to get use to.

Huffing in annoyance, I  turn to the tap on my right shoulder. A slender girl, with blonde hair,  and bright blue streaks stands behind me.

Yes?"

"Someone's pleasant..." She mutters.

"Sorry." I reply, running my hands through my hair.

"Figured I would come  chat with a fellow, former Dauntless member." My mind briefly flickers  to the past, where a giggling blonde haired girl runs through the  underground terrain of the Dauntless headquarters, an almost exact  replica if herself skipping alongside her.

"So, this weathers  rather dreary, don't you think? I was hoping for some brighter weather,  to celebrate our decisions!" She says sarcastically.

I quickly stifle down the sarcastic reply that almost leaves my lips. Instead, I reply politely, as an Abnegation would do.

"Yes, I do wish the  clouds would clear." Coughing to try and clear the awkwardness from my  throat, I add, "So why'd you pick Abnegation?"

Her eyes latch onto mine, a glare barely visible.

"How about you tell me first?"

I narrow my eyes slightly. "Why not? You will never become faction less in this community. What about you?"

She takes a deep sip of a red drink she holds in her hands.

"I'd prefer not to say,  nice speaking with you though." With that said, she departs. I watch her  back until she starts speaking with a pudgy looking girl. A sigh leaves  my mouth.

Turning around, I look  for the refreshments table. I spot it at the other end of the lawn, with  no more people crowding it- thankfully.

Weaving through the mass  of Abnegations, and apologizing two times for stepping on a mans shoe I  eventually reach the large assortment of food. Sighing in contentment, I  look down the table top for a large juicy hamburger. However, all I see  are bland condiments, and plain looking foods. What are these people  thinking? How could food be self indulging- minus the eating part.

Grumbling, I grab a  large plate, and throw on whatever looks half appetizing. About a  quarter of the way of making a mountain on my plate I hear a noise.

"Psst!" Thinking it was just my brain producing weird noises, I stare hungrily at a grilled salmon. "Sir, please."

That makes me stop.  Turning my head careful to not notify the other members. I look around  me, trying to find the source. "Over here, sir." Looking towards the  canopy behind the table, I notice an old man almost as wrinkled as the  fabric itself.

As the tears finally fall from his eyes, and his shoulders crumble inwards, my resolve crumbles.

"Follow my lead." I whisper to him. His eyes flinch precarelessly. "Trust me."

He nods slowly, as I tip  my plate towards myself clumsily. I gasp in shock as it hit the ground.  The man rushes forwards helping me, as several others attempt to help.