Different. Divergent.

Tarragon Green is 16 years-old and soon she'll make a decision her family have been trying to make for her, the whole of her life. She belongs to an Amity family and they want her to stay by their side, afraid of what might become if she doesn't, she her dreams to be one of the Divergent rebels. When she gets what she dreamt of, will her dreams fall short?

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2. Chapter 2

               I had always hated the building which we were obligated to call a school. But, that didn’t matter too much since I’d be leaving it behind, soon. I walked past all the grey-clothed students in the years below me before coming to a halt outside the front doors. My eyes slowly closed and I took a huge intake of breath. My body carried me forward without instruction and I joined the never-ending stream of students toward faction-history. A brown-haired boy in front of me, in grey, tripped. I recognised him but I couldn’t put a name to his face. Something beginning with… T? Anyway, I would’ve helped him but he was the least of my worries. I stepped over him and continued my journey to my first lesson, with a quick look to the Dauntless jumping off the train.

               All I remembered was that the day’s lessons passed in a blur. I couldn’t remember a word of what I was taught but I knew that the day wasn’t over until after the aptitude test. We sat on benches in a large room and waited for our names to be called. It wasn’t long before the boy with the brown hair’s name was called.

               “Tobias Eaton.” A voice had summoned.

               And not much longer afterward, it was my name that had been called.

               “Tarragon Green.”

               I stood up and, being a nervous twitch of mine, wiped the sweat from my palms into my red trouser legs. My feet stalked towards the door that, in actual fact, was on the other side of the room but seemed to be over a kilometre away. My hands found their way into my pockets and my footsteps echoed in my ringing ears.

               Reluctantly, I stood outside the door that would determine my whole future, not wanting to go in. My hands came out of my pockets and I wiped the sweat away again. Rubbing my palm against my fingertips, I reached out and opened the door to a room with mirrors for walls and a light so bright, it may as well have been the sun. It took a while for my eyes to adjust and, even then, all I could make out was the shady outline of a chair. Probably because that was all that was there in an attempt fill the room. I shuffled forward cautiously, closely greeted by a smiling woman in grey. Abnegation.

               “Take a seat, please.” She said, without breaking from her smile. “My name’s Natalie.”

               I walked toward the chair even though I would do anything to keep a nice distance between the chair and me. I sat down and noticed that my hands are shaking uncontrollably. The woman attached multiple wires to her and me. I shoved my hands in my pockets and leant my head into the headrest.

               “There’s nothing to worry about, you’re completely safe.” She said, whilst attaching the final wire to my forehead. “Here,” she gave me a cup of liquid. “Drink this.”

               “Thanks.” I said, not questioning the content. “Bottoms up…” I muttered before drifting into what could be a peaceful night’s sleep. In this case, though: not. My eyes shut.

+++

               Not even a second had passed before they opened again but I wasn’t in the weirdly uncomfortable chair, I was somewhere entirely different. I shook my head to try and clear the unsteady image. Not going to happen. In front of me were two baskets. In one, a hunk of cheese and in the other, a knife the length of my forearm.

               Behind me, a woman’s voice said, “Choose.”

               “Why should I?” I asked, still staring at the two baskets.

               “Choose.”

               “I need to know why I’m choosing.” I said hotly, crossing my arms.

               “That’s fine as well.” The voice said, sounding annoyed.

               I uncross my arms and reach for the knife but the baskets disappear before my fingertips touch even the air hovering above. A door behind me opened and I turned to look a monstrous dog in the eyes, I went to look away but my neck strained.

               Don’t look away. It’s a sign of cowardice.

               I focused on the eyes of the beast and I turned my body so that it was parallel to my head. I wish I had something to distract it with…

               Check your pocket.

               My hand stretched to my pocket and my fingers curled around the green flesh of a ball. I pulled it out and threw it, as hard as I could, across the room. The dog ran after it and I couldn’t help but smile. The dog brought the ball back with a wagging tail and dropped it at my feet. Out the corner of my eye, I saw a girl enter the room and walk, too quickly, toward the dog. Its mood changed and it snapped toward the girl, my eyes widened and I crept behind the dog before pouncing on the beast and clasping my arms around its neck. We fell to the floor and the girl ran off.

               My head hit the floor and I was alone. Without the dog. Without the girl. When I re-opened my eyes, I was sat on a bus. When an old man stepped on, I instantly stood up and let him take my seat. He nodded a thank you and drew a crumpled newspaper from his coat pocket. On the front, there was a face. A face that I recognised. His beady eyes glared at me and I could tell he was watching my reaction to the front cover. He folded away the page he was reading and held up the paper.

“Do you know this man?”

               Don’t fall for it, you’re not cut out for Candor. Lie.

               “No.” I said, my voice shaking. I gripped the rail beside me, hoping that holding on would steady my voice.

               “You’re lying.” His eyes narrowed.

               “I’m not lying.” My voice seemed steadier.

               Don’t reveal anything, this is just a simulation.

               “I know.” I say aloud.

               “You know what? The man?” He asked suspiciously.

               “No. I know that this is a simulation. Good-bye.” I said and the bus seemed to darken but it could’ve just been my eyes shutting.

+++

               I woke with a shudder and sweaty palms. I was sitting in the reclined chair, again, in the mirrored room. I blinked rapidly, not wanting to do it again. They were right when they said that we couldn’t revise for it but that wasn’t what I had expected. The strip lights momentarily blinded me. I shielded my blinking eyes from the light and turned to face Natalie. Her face was ashen. And I’d spotted it before she could hide it.

               “That was… perplexing,” She said. “I need to check something.” She backed cautiously out of the room.

               Perplexing? What could possibly be perplexing about what had just happened? It had to be more or less the same for everybody, didn’t it?

               My head was spinning and I felt like my life was going to end before it had even started. My worrying was cut short by Natalie walking back into the room. Reflexively, I sat bolt upright.

               “What?” I demanded a little sterner than intended.

               “Your test results were inconclusive.” Natalie said.

               My face must’ve looked as puzzled as my mind felt because Natalie’s expression changed from stern-serious to kind-serious. She sat by my side, in the swivel chair, and clasped my hands in hers.

               “Tarragon,” She started. “You’re different. You’re Divergent.”

               “I – I’m what?” I almost screamed. “They’re always killed off!” The burden settled on my shoulders. I was going to die. I was going to be murdered.

               “You’re not like the others, you’re Divergent. And the Divergent are dangerous.” Natalie’s smile faded and she turned to the computer screen. “I’ll delete the footage, manually insert the faction you came from and by the time the choosing ceremony comes along, everything on your half should’ve blown over.”

               “My half?” I questioned.

               “Yes. Your half,” She replied. “I’ve finished editing your results. You’re test results now say that you’re to be in Amity but they did say that you were cut out for Abnegation, Amity and Dauntless.”

               “What now?”

               “You go home. Now.”

               I stood up and reached for the handle on the door. I looked back at Natalie and put on a weak smile. “Thank you.”

               “You’re welcome. Now go, and tell no one – trust no one.”

               She smiled and I left the room. I walked out of the school and started towards a train, I don’t know why exactly, I just did. My walk turned into a jog and I was soon parallel to the end train car. My hands gripped the handle and a rush of pure adrenaline surged through me. I hauled myself inside and faced the school for a second before turning and sitting in the doorway to the car.

               “I can’t believe I did that!” I screamed to the wind. I fell back in laughter and pulled my hair out of the plait it was in.

               I fell back in a fit of giggles. I’d always watched the Dauntless do it and I now I had done it, I knew that after tomorrow, my future would be within the Dauntless compound. It was decided – tomorrow, I’d cut the palm of my hand and my blood will sizzle on the coals.

               The train slowed near the Amity compound and I stood up. A few of the Dauntless guards questioned my presence on the train but they put the thought to the back of their minds. I let the train slow a little more before leaping off and falling flat on my face. I got up and brushed the dirt from my, now ripped, trousers; I walked toward the gate that separated most of the city from the Amity compound. I did my best to put on the ‘sweet Amity girl’ personality and walk through the gate, tossing my hair and smiling uncontrollably, without question but I was stopped by guns pointed at me from five different angles.

               “Who are you?” One of the guards asked.

               “What’s it to you?” I retorted, immediately regretting my curiosity.

               “What it is to us, is, keeping everybody safe,” Another guard said. “What’s your name and which faction are you from?”

               “My name, I still don’t believe you need to know and my faction,” I pointed toward the gate. “Is Amity… For now.”

               “If you’re from Amity, where are the bright colours and what were you doing on a train?”

               “I am from Amity and the bright clothes they supply us with; I’m not too fond of. I felt ill after my aptitude test so I was sent home. I didn’t want to walk so I jumped onto the train. Now you know most of what happened today.” I said.

               “Most?” The guard questioned.

               “Yes,” I replied. “Most. I’d tell you all of it but I’m not supposed to discuss my aptitude test with anyone – not even 5 Dauntless guards that are pointing their guns at me.”

               “Right. Lower your weapons; we’re not dealing with a threat, just a 16 year-old girl with sass.”

               The guards stopped pointing their guns at me. The guard I was talking to, typed a code in to a keypad and the gate in front of me opened. I wiped my sweaty palms into my trousers and walked back to the Amity compound.

               “Thank you. For not shooting me.” I called back to the Dauntless guards – I think I heard them laugh but I guess I’ll never know.

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