divergent fan fic
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i was roughed up in dauntless; always taught to fight for what i believe in. but how can i concentrate on throwing a knife when questions fly through my head every 5 seconds? why fight for something you're taught to believe in when you don't know what it all means? i know can find out for myself. i already get picked on for being too smart, so why not embrace who i am? i intend to learn more from teachers in erudite than i possibly can from the people showing me how to throw fists in dauntless. i know my life is destined for more than guns and uniforms, and i will find out so much more about the world i'm expected to live in and about who i really am where i belong-in erudite
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