I'm not sure where I'm going with this story but I hope you all enjoy it.

There is drug use and swearing so if you don't like those kinds of things, I recommend not reading this. I can promise that It's brief and there isn't a LOT of that sort of thing in my story but. . .Its up to you what you want to read.

I don't promote/support or encourage drug use.

Thanks,

RisughXD

I stare at myself in the mirror and pull my bottom eyelid down, drawing a thick line of black on it. I do the same for the top eyelid.

While assessing myself I notice that I don't look any less tired with make-up on. What a waste. I just look like one of those emo kids, depressing and dark. I sigh and rub my eyes smearing the eyeliner off.

Which only makes me look worse it doesn't completely rub off, now my eyes have dark circles around them.

My phone beeps 3 times and I ignore it, brushing my dyed black hair out and fixing my bangs to the side. Then I hear the loud car horn outside.

"Paging doctor faggot!" I hear from outside, and laugh. Its my best friend Tate. He's here to pick me up for school.

I rush to the window, squeezing the handle and throwing it open "SHUT UP DOUCHE!" I yell back. I look at his crappy red Toyota truck. It looks like there's a couple other kids in the back and some chick in the passenger seat, probably Harper, his bitchy girlfriend. I silently hope I don't have to sit in the bed of the truck.

I don't want to mess up my hair.

Grabbing my bag off the bed and scooping my phone into my jacket pocket, I pause and swipe my school ID off the hook next to my door and shove it into my jeans. I realize I didn't fix my bed but, don't care. Mom's at work already and my brother is probably too high to function.

I take a few deep breaths before running out the door and don't turn to lock it. Our neighborhood is mostly safe and I know my brother is in the house.

Probably in his room.

Whenever I pass his door I always get this weird feeling inside me, It keeps me from going inside.

When I get to the truck Harper is rolling the window down. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck I think sadly. She smiles her bitch smile at me and cocks her head towards the back and I stomp away from the door. I toss my bag in first before climbing in and just barely acknowledge the others sitting against the cab.

Tate has a lot of friends and most of them are shitty. I always tell him they only stick around for free rides.

Cause its true.

"Hey Megan." The boy in back says. I know him, but only from school. His name is Josh. I smile and say hey but really, I don't care about these guys, Just like they don't care for me. The other two are Greg and Micheal. They're both older than I am by a year and I vaguely remember that Micheal dropped out of school.

Why the hell is he riding with us to SCHOOL then?

"You look really tired" Comments Micheal, but I ignore it. I AM tired.

My hands are in my hair holding it all in place as Tate speeds towards the school parking lot. It was only a 5 minute drive but the wind has already thoroughly messed it all up. Long hair problems, I always think about cutting it.

But I don't.

We all get out and Tate walks over. "We're gonna bail after lunch, you in?"

I don't need to think about it, cause I know I have P.E after lunch. I hate P.E. ugh. Tate used to joke that if a zombie apocalypse were to ever happen, i'd be one of the first 100 to die cause I refuse to run.

"Yeah. I'm in."

"Cool, meet at the truck then."

When we skip school, which we do kind of often, we usually go to "The Gully" Its a large ravine like thing, water rushing through. Its off-limits due to how deep it is. They say if you fell in, you would never come back up.

The day passes by quickly and Its lunch time already. History was boring and I was held after Math by my teacher. Mr. Roberts. He reminded me that if my grades didn't improve he'd be sending another letter to my mother.

He's already sent two. Both of which I took out of the mailbox before she got to them. He always asked for my mothers phone number but I never gave it up.

If I did gave it to him, I wonder if my mom would even answer.

I'm at the truck before everyone else and I climb in to wait. When security comes around I lay flat in the trucks bed, trying not to get caught. I always get that exciting rush when escaping the school. My heart beating loud in my chest.

I hear them before I see them. Tate talking to Harper and Josh. Josh mentions that he has a treat and that we're going to flip out. I think maybe I should warn them that the security was just around here. . .

When I'm about to sit up I hear a shout.

"HEY YOU KIDS, WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?"

Josh jumps in and almost lands directly on me. My hand is out to protect my face and I push his leg away. "Oh crap sorry Meg." He says and quickly diverts himself so he doesn't step on me. I hear the truck doors open and slam. Tate speeds out of the parking lot, the loud screeching of tires makes my heart race. Josh falls on his butt and grips the side of the truck.

I sit up in time to see the security guard running after us, red faced and angry.

I can't help but smile.

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At the gully we find a nice spot under some trees, close to the edge overlooking the steep fall into the water. It's far enough away so the roar of the waters isn't too loud. We can talk without yelling.

It's always nice here, green and peaceful. The atmosphere is always soothing.

Tate and Harper sit close to each other leaning against the big tree. I sit cross legged with my back towards the truck and Josh begins climbing up onto a branch, what a nerd.

After a while a few other kids come and join us. They're from different schools I guess cause I've never seen them before. They introduce themselves as Ashley, Joseph and Cody.

They seem cool.

"Hey guys, this is Megan." Introduces Tate, gesturing to me, Like I couldn't introduce myself. I just smile awkwardly and nod my head at them. Ashley sits next to me.

"Nice to meet you."

Yeah, sure.

When everyone settles Josh jumps down and fetches a small baggy out of his jeans pocket.

"Whoa dude, you just keep that shit in your pocket?" Exclaims Joseph laughing.

"Yeah, near my crotch. No one searches there." He replies sticking his tongue out.

I know what it is without seeing it clearly.

It's Marijuana.

I only tried it once, when my brother Dale had some friends over for a party and nothing happened, so I'm not afraid of it or anything. . .I don't want to smoke though. It made my throat dry and I coughed for like 30 minutes straight.

Tate's eyes meet mine and he already knows how I feel about drugs, and drinking for that matter.

He has a nice face, very slim, his sandy colored hair is a muss on top of his head.

"Let's roll it up." Says Ashley excitedly, Cody doesn't say anything and I notice he has earphones in. He probably can't even hear us.

"I didn't bring any paper." sighs Josh.

"I have my pipe." Says Joseph. "Be right back." He gets up and walks over to his car.

Tate nudges me with his foot "You don't have to if you don't want to." He says, Harper smiles sweetly next to him.

"Yeah MEG, If you don't want to, you really don't have to." She mimics. That annoys me. I know I'm probably imagining it but she always treats me like I'm so much younger than they are. I'm 16, I can do whatever I want. NOT TO MENTION she calls me Meg, referring to the least liked character on Family Guy. She always does it.

Tate sits up and elbows her. "You really don't."

Joseph returns with a small glass object with a large bowl shape at the end, he tosses it over to Cody, who responds quickly and catches it before it hits the ground. His earphones fall out, but he just lazily tucks them into his shirt.

"Come on Megan, Its only once." Goads Josh. I sigh.

"Ever heard of 'Not even once'?" I ask and Joseph laughs. Its the 'no drugs' motto at school and it's all over the cities buses and on billboards. Everyone knows it.

"Its just weed." Says Ashley with a shrug, but she doesn't push me anymore than that. "I get greens!"

I know it's immature to give in to peer pressure but when the pipe goes around and gets to Harper, I already feel like doing it. My resolve weakens after everyone blows their smoke out and it smells sweet, sickly sweet.

It invades my nostrils and I scrunch my nose.

It kinda smells like sweat and blood.

How strangely disgusting.

I change my mind.

She lets Tate light one end while sucking on the other. When she finishes she doesn't let the smoke out, holding it in longer than the others and holds the pipe out to me. Her eyes are challenging me. I think she wants to hold it in till I give in.

I watch till she can't hold the smoke in anymore and she chokes it all out.

Good.

Josh hands her a soda. Where did he even get the soda? Shes coughing a lot and I think she might even puke.

Even better.

She chugs the soda but still holds the pipe out to me.

I hesitate.

I don't really want to do this.

I confidently take the pipe and wipe her stupid spit off the end she had her mouth on. I see the others looking at me expectantly. Tate just looks concerned.

The small glass object is warm in my hands.

"You sure?" He asks me.

Without answering I hold it closer to my face. It looks really innocent, but a lot of deadly things do.

All of a sudden I just picture my brother Dale, too high to even be my brother anymore. Always hiding out in his dark room like a bat in his cave.

I can't do it.

Sighing I pass the pipe to Cody.

Harper is smiling but I honestly don't care about her. Tate looks relieved.

No one says anything about me being too chicken, they don't say anything about me rejecting it at all.

The pipe goes around a few times and I just watch. I vaguely wonder if second hand smoke in this case would be the same as cigarettes.

My worry intensifies when Harper blows her smoke at me and before I can protect myself It surrounds me like a white ghost, the smell is foul.

I'm beginning to feel really light headed. Probably shouldn't have stayed near them while they were doing this.

They're talking but I can only hear the things I focus on and when they laugh, all of a sudden It's funny to me and I laugh too.

I lay back and stare up at the tree, the leaves moving so fast with the breeze. The branches rub together like they're trying to start a fire with their own arms.

I vaguely feel the blades of grass poking me through my shirt, and through my jacket. I spread my arms out over them. Definitely pokey. Like tiny green swords.

The sky between the branches is unbelievably blue, it looks so pretty. The green and the blue.

Someone passes me my backpack and I place it under my head, like a pillow. "Thanks" I giggle.

Why did I giggle?

Their voices start coming back and I want to sit up but I just can't muster the strength. Like i'm stuck to the ground.

My mouth feels sticky, and cottony, I lick behind my teeth.

"Man Josh, Where. . . Where did you get this shit?" I think its Joseph talking. "I'm blasted."

"I got it from Dale." He replies. My brother Dale? Hehe that's funny. But why is it funny? "Dude, you're drooling."

It's bothers me that my brother would be giving drugs out to other people but it slowly fades away with the noise.

I hear Ashley laughing, and Tate is mashing face with Harper. I close my eyes and feel the breeze through my fingers.

When did I lift my arm? I thought I couldn't.

Drifting in and out of sleep. The tree just swishes gently, and It lulls me back under into the darkness behind my eyes.

Maybe because I didn't actually smoke any, it just makes me tired?

Does this count as smoking it? I can't remember if second-hand smoke counts.

I can hear them again, and this time its Cody, I'm sure. "What's it called? Pineapple Express?" I know hes joking and I hear laughing. I realize its me laughing, and shut up immediately.

I feel like it takes forever for Josh to finally answer him and when he does, I can barely hear him. My eyes are closed again and this time I feel deeper into myself.

"It's called 'Divergent'."

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I can feel the sun shining through my eyelids, it makes them red, its so damn bright. I put my hand over my face to try and block some of the light.

I feel like I've slept a million years.

I don't hear anyone talking, maybe they all fell asleep?

"Hey you guys, what time is it?" I ask my voice sounds heavy from sleep, my throat a little scratchy and I lick my dry lips, my mouth still feels cottony. I spit once and drag my tongue across my teeth.

No one answers and I slowly open my eyes, they feel weird and It takes time for them to adjust.

That's when I realize no one is around me. I panic.

Did they ditch me?

No, I don't think Tate would ever ditch me. My heart is beating so loudly, I can hear it in my ears.

I stand, a little too quickly and I stumble a bit. I reach out to support myself on the tree but my hand catches nothing and I fall over.

I hit the ground with my elbow, which hurts a shit ton. "OWWWW." I blurt but instead of getting back up I roll over onto my back. I feel dizzy.

The sun is directly over head and it irritates my sensitive eyes again.

How can that be? It had to have been at least 4 o'clock and where is the tree? We got to the Gully at like 1.

Stretching my arm out I feel around for my bag. Then realize my phone is in my jacket. I take it out and hold it up close to my face and hit the power button.

The time flashes up

'4:17'.

What?

Where the hell is the tree? Did they drag me somewhere else? Am I dead? My pulse loud in my ears still, I can't be dead. I get up and dust my back and jeans off.

I don't even bother with my hair.

I finally take a look around to survey my surroundings. I'm not at the gully, obviously.

All I see are fields, dense grasses and open space. I turn around and see trees.

So I'm near a forest? There's a tall beam over the top of the trees. Must be a building over there.

My bag is on the ground and I shrug it onto my back. At least they didn't steal my stuff and i'm still wearing my shoes. Glancing at my phone again to check my bars I start to worry because I have no service. Anger seeps through, lacing my anxiety.

I stalk off towards the trees. Where I'm hoping leads to the building that I think I saw.

About 20 minutes of walking and my anxiety growing, I finally see a wall. It looks like a building, but its too large and has no windows. I stare straight up. Its over 8 stories high. It also looks like its being built higher. Metal beams stick out of it abandoned and unfinished.

I feel like if I don't figure out where I am, I'm gonna go crazy.

My backpack feels heavier.

I for sure can't climb this wall, so instead I just continue along it.

Walking and Walking.

The only sounds I hear are my shoes crunching the branches and gravel with each step. I've calmed down a bit and checked my phone a few more times.

It's 5:46.

I stare straight ahead and squint to try and see if all my walking is actually for nothing.

"Hey, who are you?" I jump up, startled. The noise came from a man standing on a platform high above me. "Why're you out here?"

Hes holding a gun. I can feel the panic spread through me and my words are stuck in my throat.

I don't answer him.

My feet feel glued to the ground, making walking impossible. I just stare at him, un-moving.

He looks at me questioningly and another person joins him. They're both wearing black, with bullet proof vest's. Everything they're wearing is black.

They aren't military.

"I said WHO ARE YOU?" He says again, and this time there's anger in his voice.

"I'm Megan." I call up to him. Surprising myself.

The other guy draws his gun and they both disappear from the platform.

I think about running but before I can, a loud metal creak rings out through my ears and part of the wall is sliding apart.

Its not a wall, Its actually a gate. The two men are stepping out and I realize that one is young. Looks almost to be my age, he also has neon green hair.

They both have their guns up.

I drop my bag and put my hands up, like a criminal. They relax a little and step closer to me. The older one with graying hair puts his gun away. It doesn't make me relax. I feel like I might start crying.

"Are you Dauntless?" The younger one asks. I'm so confused, what is Dauntless?

"I'm sorry, but what?" I ask, my heart is hammering in my head.

Fear makes it hard to think.

"Faction-less?" The old man asks.

"What?" I answer. It all sounds really familiar but I can't. . .

The young one comes up to me and grabs my arm, twisting it behind my back. It hurts but I don't protest or fight back.

He could shoot me.

The old man comes up and looks at me closely, he's actually not that old.

"She has piercings and hair is colored. Shes could be one of us." Says the younger guy over my shoulder.

Why does that matter?

"Why is she all the way out here?" He adds. "It's off limits."

The old man doesn't answer, he just continues to scrutinize my face.

I can't put my finger on it but the Deja-Vu feeling keeps nagging at me.

I'm so confused and I can feel my self beginning to break down, my eyes are watering and my arm hurts.

Where am I ? Who are these people and what is Dauntless?

When the old man does answer, he sounds really tired. "It could be faction-less. They still look like us, remember? Or a lost transfer." He grabs my cheeks between his fingers and turns my face left and right, looking me in the eyes. "Are you from Amity?"

"I'm sorry Sir, I don't know where I am." I say, my voice shaky. His eyes narrow.

"Lets take her in then." He finishes, turning around. The younger guy lets my arm go and shoves me forward. Why is he so mean? I reach down to grab my bag, but he snatches it up.

"Give her the bag, Aaron." The old man snaps, and Aaron holds it out to me. When I reach to grab it he throws it on the ground.

What an asshole.

I start to follow them but I don't know where they're taking me. What if they take me somewhere and just shoot me?

Once through the gate I see buildings, tall buildings. It looks like New York or something, but that can't be because most of the buildings are crumbling or destroyed.

It looks like a scene from a movie about the apocalypse.

Plants growing out of cracks in the ground, reclaiming the city. The sidewalks are almost non-existent, blending in with the faded road, littered with potholes of every size and shape.

The road is clear though, no abandoned vehicles.

The guys are leading me to a large armored truck.

"Where are you taking me?" I ask, finally finding my voice. Its not shaky anymore and I decide that if they were going to shoot me, they'd have done it outside.

Aaron looks at me with an annoyed expression but doesn't answer. The old man just sighs and opens the back door. Motioning for me to get in.

"I'm not getting in." I stop walking towards the car. I just won't.

They have to tell me where they're taking me. I put my hand in my jacket and feel my phone.

I'm pretty sure it still has no signal but maybe if I dial 911 it'll still go through.

When Aaron points his gun at me I freeze, withdrawing my hand from my phone and pocket.

"Hands where I can see them" He spits.

My hands shoot above my head reflexively, I'm confident they won't shoot me though. It's against the law to kill someone. Plus I'm unarmed.

"Just get in the car. We're taking you to Dauntless compound. Our leaders will know what to do with you."

"This is kidnapping." I say quietly, neither of them are listening. Aaron walks up and yanks my arm, the same one I fell on and he twisted.

He pushes me towards the door.

I slide into the car slowly. The leather seat making noise. My bag on my lap. The door slams in my face when I try to look out. I quickly pull my phone out and turn it on. The time flashes up but I know for a fact it's wrong and I still have no signal.

Where am I?

I shove the phone back into my pocket before they get into the front seats.

When they're both in, they don't even turn around to look at me.

The vehicle starts up. The engine is loud and rattles my bones. I realize my hands are shaking and my hair is sticking to my face. I'm sweating.

There aren't any seat belts.

My mind is racing. They probably know I have a phone, aren't they worried I'll call the police? Why are they taking me to their leaders? Is this a cult? What city am I in?

Where am I going?

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Dauntless?

By the time the vehicle stops the sun is already lowering. It was about an hour drive, through the empty city.

It's a giant building, They lead me inside passed a lot of people and all of them, I mean ALL of them are wearing black.

It's really embarrassing being led like this but I feel a lot safer with people around me.

Surely I'm not in any danger.

Aaron is holding my arm behind my back again, and my bag in his other hand. The old man leading the way.

People are staring so I put my head down and try to let the curtain of hair hide my embarrassed blush.

I feel like I've been caught by a security guard, shoplifting or something. Like I've been arrested.

When we're finally inside, they lead me through tunnels, I've never been claustrophobic but my anxiety is skyrocketing.

My heart feels like its going to stop at any moment.

Today hasn't been good for my health.

The path starts to point downwards and I know we're headed underground. Luckily there's still people.

Some stare while others just continue doing what they were doing. I don't recognize any of these people.

To my dismay there's less and less people the further we go in. We reach a giant room that resembles a cafeteria.

Rows and rows of tables lined up with people sitting at them eating.

This is where all the people are.

I scan the room. A giant crowd is before us and my two guards stop walking. Can't get through I guess.

A large group of kids come running in from the opposite side of the room, led by a tall angry eyed guy. I could see tattoos peaking out the back of his shirt when he turns to address the group, a girl with long brown/blonde hair, a shorter one with mocha colored skin. . .

"Oh my god" I hear myself saying. That's when everything clicks together.

I know where I am.

I must be dreaming.

I AM Dreaming.

I saw this movie a couple of days ago. Dale had it on in the living room while I was at the dining table doing my homework for once. I remember this because he was out of his room, and he even made me a bowl of cereal that morning. I had read the first book about a month before seeing the movie.

Aaron hears me, I guess cause he says "What?"

"I'm in a movie." I say exasperatedly. "None of this is real. I'm dreaming."

I know I'm dreaming and I think back. Being around that smoke must have effected me. I begin regretting having such crappy friends.

I remember what Josh called the weed. 'Divergent'. That was the name of the stupid movie! I must be crazy. I need to wake up.

I look at him and I can tell by the look on his face that he thinks i'm completely crazy.

"You don't understand." I say quickly. "I'm dreaming, can you hear me? I'm dreaming and I have to wake up." I'm starting to get frustrated and fight against Aaron's vice like grip.

That's when he releases me and punches me right in the nose. At first i'm shocked.

I hear the sound but all I feel is shock.

It doesn't register till I feel the warm liquid running down my nose. My septum ring pulsing with the throbs of pain.

I spit at the blood that threatens to enter my mouth.

My eyes begin to water up and my nose hurts SO MUCH. It could be broken.

Why didn't I wake up? I should've woken up. I fell on my elbow and that hurt. . .but that didn't wake me up.

I've been punched in the face. . .

But I didn't wake up.

This is my blood I think, looking down at my shirt. Its black and has the words "Live Free" across my breasts in white.

Well, it used to be white.

I blink away the tears and try not to focus on how much my nose hurts. Aaron doesn't grab my arm again and the old guy hands me a towel, from god knows where.

I take it gratefully, without thanking him and put it under my nose.

The towel turns bright red.

"Why'd you have to hit her. Shes bleeding all over the place." He sighs. I don't care about who might have to clean this up.

"She said she needed to wake up."

I can't believe whats going on.

But I know whats going to happen.

The leader guy is going to show up and give some sort of speech and everyone's going to cheer.

Why the hell am I INSIDE of a movie and more importantly, why THIS movie?

I think back to the Ghost smoke that surrounded me, was it magic?

Soon enough a tall dark person walks up the the railings on the second floor. He leans over them, looking at the scene below and begins his speech.

I'm not listening to him, I don't even hear him. I'm staring at the girl who I know is the main character of this movie. Beatrice or something.

Tris.

What am I going to do?

If I can get hurt here, then what if I can die here? I still have my stuff. My phone, I even have my homework in that bag. This is so bizarre.

Before I know it, i'm sitting in a leather chair and in front of me is a large desk. I'm still holding the towel to my nose. Aaron places my bag on the desk and takes a place next to where i'm seated and this stupid old man whose name I still don't know stands on the other side of me.

The dark man just came in and goes to sit at his desk. Another guy walks in he's tall with piercings over his left eyebrow and tattoos on his neck.

"Whats going on? Aaron? Killian?" The dark guy asks, and I finally remember that his name is Max. The other guy is Eric. I feel a little better knowing the names of some of these characters, but aren't they just actors? What are their real names. . .?

Aaron remains silent and he looks intimidated. Killian the old man, is the one who speaks.

"We found her outside the wall. She doesn't know what faction shes from, but she looks like shes from here. She only knows her name." He says it like I might have no memory of anything. That relaxes me, at least I could pretend to be some sort of amnesia victim.

Until I figure out what the hell I'm gonna do.

"Well? Who are you?" Max asks me.

"My name is Megan."

"Do you know where you are?"

"I was told that i'm in Dauntless, but other than that no. I don't know where I am." I say removing the towel so that it doesn't block my mouth while i'm talking.

Max looks to Eric and back to me. He sits back in his chair. "And you had this with you?" He asks gesturing to the bag on his desk.

"Yes."

Eric walks up to the desk and I look at him. He doesn't look quite like he did in the movie. I look back at Max. Neither does he? Am I imagining everything? I am in the movie right?

Or what if because I saw the movie my imagination managed to conjure up copies and I'm stuck in my own mind?

But why this movie?

I snap back to the scene when I hear the loud unzip of my bag.

Eric dumps it all out onto the table. My composition books full of doodles, some mechanical pencils, my iPod and tangled earphones, my wallet, math textbook, school ID and some snacks fall out. I thank god when I see my ipod charger fall out after everything else. I thought I lost it. Must've been under everything.

Not that it matters here.

How can I explain all of this stuff? Won't they think i'm an alien or something? I can't remember the setting for the movie but i'm sure its supposed to be a futuristic world, and all this of the past are obsolete.

Max sits up, he looks interested in all my junk. He reaches out and grabs my yellow comp book. Flips through a few pages. Doodles.

He drops it and grabs my iPod. I think it's a little funny but when I see Eric glaring at me I frown.

"What is this?" He asks.

"Its an iPod. It plays music." I answer, truthfully. "it's not dangerous." I put my hand out, indicating that he could hand it to me and I can show him how it works.

He doesn't.

He just places it back on the desk and grabs my wallet. When he opens it, the Velcro ripping is loud and it sounds so unnatural in the small room. I flinch.

Everyone else stands like statues. Unaffected.

He turns it over and my change falls out. He plucks the dollar bills out and my state ID. My ID that says I'm from Illinois. I sigh cause I only had 6 dollars in there, not that it does any good to me in this world.

He leaves the money and stares at my ID. "Eel-I-noise?" He asks, and I can't help but laugh.

He looks up at my face confused and angry.

"Illinois" I start immediately becoming somber and look back at Eric, he's still glaring. He looks angrier after my laugh. I guess it was pretty dumb.

He hands the ID to Eric, who looks it over. I silently wish my picture weren't so ugly. I wasn't smiling, and my hair was a faded blue color. So faded it looked like a dead plant in that picture. Eric takes out a small tablet. It looks like an Ipad. He starts putting in numbers. Probably the numbers on my ID.

I know he won't pull anything up.

Silently I pray that they don't make me explain where I got the ID. I don't know how to explain something like that.

"Nothing." Eric states and drops the card onto the table.

"Full name" Max says, both his hands on the desk.

"Megan Dowry." I answer. Eric begins typing again. Doesn't even ask me for the correct spelling.

"Nothing." He says again. This time he looks at me. They both look curious.

I don't know where this is going but I can tell I'm going to be interrogated, maybe they just don't know what to ask me. That or it doesn't matter what I say because they've made up their minds.

I don't know which makes me feel more uncomfortable.

Max flips through my math textbook and I can tell he doesn't understand it. I don't think they really do math anymore. . . but I could be wrong.

"Where did you get all this?" He asks while flipping through the pages.

"I found it" I lie. "I found that when I was wandering around."

No one seems to question if I'm telling the truth so they just sorta let it go.

Odd.

Max starts putting the books and pencils into the bag, along with the money. He leaves the iPod and Id on the desk.

"Burn these." He hands the bag to Eric who tosses it into Aaron who catches it and leaves the room. I don't feel bad about the bag. I was borrowing it from Dale anyway, he probably never noticed when it went missing. The books. . .well, if I even get out of here I could probably steal one from a classmate.

I have more important things to worry about.

"You're dismissed Killian." Killian nods and leaves the room without a word.

"What are we gonna do about her?" Eric asks. I sit up straighter, I want to know too.

Max is quiet for a long moment and I start to get impatient. I only now realize that my nose isn't bleeding and it doesn't hurt as much. I must have been wrong about it being broken. I start picking at the dry blood on and around my septum ring.

"What do you suggest we do?" He finally says asking Eric.

I was afraid he'd ask Eric, isn't he the ruthless character from the book?

He was mean in the movie too right?

"Apparently she doesn't exist. We could just kill her and be done with it." He shrugs.

Max looks like hes taking this into consideration. My hands are sweating, and I feel like I can't get enough air into my lungs. I cant believe I haven't had a heart attack yet, instead it keeps beating painfully in my chest.

Max just stares at my face and I try to look pleading, hoping he won't just decide to kill me.

"We could take her as an initiate." Max says, not looking away from me. I don't try to settle my panicked breathing, I must look like a pathetic mess. I know what it would mean to be an initiate here. I'd just get beaten up and tortured. "Keep a close eye on her."

Eric looks at him clearly surprised. "She doesn't exist in the system, we'd have to report this to Erudite. She's basically dead. I'm not about to babysit. . ."

Its not a bad idea, but I vaguely feel like Max may have another agenda. Maybe I'm interesting enough to keep.

Or they're suspicious of me.

Max fingers the dark screen of my ipod, that's probably the case.

"We just won't tell Janine, put her under Fours watch and tell him to keep an eye on her if you aren't up to the job" Max cuts Eric off. Eric stiffens, shutting up instantly.

"Do you know what a Divergent is?"

I look at him, I can't say its the name of the movie, or book, or the name of the weed. That would be just crazy.

So I simply say "No." Which he accepts but he looks as though he doesn't believe me.

In this world, what am I though?

Would I be considered a divergent?

"If she doesn't make it through, or disobeys a rule, talks back or does anything you don't like just kill her then." Max says to Eric. Eric seems to like this.

"For now, just let her be an initiate. She already looks like a Dauntless. Have her train with the transfers and we'll see if she IS a Dauntless"

What the hell am I gonna do? Am I supposed to just wait for the movie or events, whatever to play out?

Then I can't be here, right?

What if I change something? Does the butterfly effect apply in movies? Will I get stuck here?

Am I going to die?

Please review!

This is my first story/fan-fiction.

Let me know what you think :D

[Note: Going back to do some edits, through the whole story but it's mainly just compacting short chapters and tweaking the alignment.]