The Faction Games

The Faction Games

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Hunger Games
Divergent
Calling all Divergent and Hunger Games fans! This fanfic is for you! Oakley Harrison. 16. Amity-born. Dauntless-chosen. 16-year-old Oakley Harrison spent her whole childhood running around the Amity compound with her friends. But as she got older, she understood that she wasn't pure Amity like her family, like her neighbors, like her fellow faction members. She was different. That's why, on the day of the Choosing Ceremony, she entered Dauntless, to lead a free new life. She left her friends, her family, the younger sister she'd always protected behind to be Dauntless. Among the other initiates, she is horribly underestimated. Being Amity-born, she is immediately marked down as no threat, just someone to flick away. When Oakley's name is pulled from the Reaping, she enters the Faction Games in hopes to prove that she is truly Dauntless. Rights go to Veronica Roth, Suzanne Collins, and me.
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