Two Worlds (A Divergent Fanfic)

Two Worlds (A Divergent Fanfic)

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Divergent
Isabel Reyes has grown up in a loving and carefree environment, being the daughter of Amity representative, Johanna Reyes and respected teacher, Anthony Reyes. Currently, Isabel is faced with the pressure caused by the thought of the Choosing Ceremony, where all sixteen year-olds of futuristic Chicago will have to make a decision whether to stay in their birth faction or leave and join another faction. Already in a state of doubt, she finds herself entangled in a situation she never thought she would ever be in, in any stage of her life. This incident causes her to deeply doubt herself, which is not good timing considering the future choices she’ll have to make. The right choice or not, she makes inseparable friendships, learns valuable life skills and understands more things about herself and the world around her.
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