A 1st person story by a girl named Abigail Teigan Reclove but you can call me Abbie , fan fiction about divergent/ insurgent: a new level of divergent, "semi-divergent lets say" :D.
Dont worry, the 2nd chapter may start off small but bare with me guys
3nd chapter soon


11. Amity XI


Moon pinned her hands onto my shoulders and I began to panic again. “So what was that serum?” Moon asked as I attempted to struggle free. “It’s meant to make you hyper; I thought it might wake her up” Haley brushed herself off from the ground in to a frog position; I took deep breaths air in, air out, air in, air out. I swung out of Moon’s grasp and quickly stood up. My head felt a bit dizzy again, but it wasn’t bad it was just a little bit dizzy. I wasn’t at all hyper I was feeling...angry, rebellious. I felt like I was ready to take on the world...I felt. Like. A. Dauntless. I felt a heavy liquid pour from my nose...blood. It stained the gavel under my feet and left a dark red imprint. Alisa let out a small laugh, as if she was happy to see blood fall from a human’s face. Her laugh was a bit eerie and slightly creepy.

Alisa coughed and let down her head to stare at my dark blood; she stared up at me and said “O” she smirked. I looked confused “O?” I asked raising my hand to wipe my blood from my upper lip.  “You’re blood type, O” Alisa said picking up one of the blood stained pebbles and throwing it into the air before catching it again and storing it in her pocket. I didn’t bother asking what she needed it for.

Everyone’s attention was grabbed by Haley as she began to shout out loud “right kids everyone will be doing these tests alphabetical so first is...” Haley paused to look at her red-backed clip board “Amy Cook” she called out to the group. A tall pale girl stood outside the crowd, she had a few visible pink spots on her face and punkish red and mustard yellow clothing on. She had dirty-blonde hair put into a pixie cut and what seemed to be a yellow and red swift bird with claws lightly digging into her shoulder letting out a soft tweet. The girl was and few centimetres taller than Haley even with her terrible posture. The bird swirled around her head and leapt to her right shoulder. Haley guided her to the testing room and then sat back down with the crowd.

I pulled off my cross knitted petticoat and laid it down on the ground before sitting down on it. “Hey think fast!” someone called towards me, I turned around to see Jen with an apple juice drink clenched in her raised right arm. Without hesitation she threw the bottle in my way so it bounced off my chest with great force. I got pushed a step back of the force of the bottle, I groaned a bit out of pain and held on to my stomach as you would when you were sick. Alisa smiled again, looking dark even in the bright sun-shine. As for Haley she sprung to action and ran to me then turned her neck to face Jen “what in Christ’s name where you thinking” Haley asked, Jen turned red in her cheeks but not of embarrassment but of anger. “Did your mother never tell you never use the Lord’s name like that!” Jen screeched “what? I don’t have an idea what you mean!” Haley was acting as calm as she could. “Learn. You’re. Manners, it’s not that hard” Jen answered and sat down with her legs in a basket shape.

This was new side to Jen, she whipped her hair behind her face and reached down to her neck bone to pull out a white marble and red gem rosary with a simple pine wood cross at the end of it. She pinched the beads one by one repeating the same prayer over and over “hail Mary full of grace the lord is with the” and she said the payer too fast after that. She repeated it 10 times “what are you doing?” asked staring up at her. “I’am asking god to forgive my sins...and if possible yours too” Jen said stuffing away her rosary beads into her t-shirt again as Haley called out “Alisa Helthwith” Haley called to the crowd.

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