Divergent (An Advanced Roleplay) discussion
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"Oh, yeah! What are you going to choose? Ooh! Please tell!" She said inconsiderately, not thinking about whether she might want to answer or not.
Antoinette watched Bea leave, the corner of her mouth turning down. "I heard the tests were pretty easy from some people on the bus this morning. I eavesdropped on their conversation, but whatever."
"Eh, I'm not worried. Not one bit."
Antoinette smiled a bit, putting her hands behind her head and leaning back. The teacher never really payed attention to the class, and she knew no one would listen today, anyways. "You're cool. All the 16 year olds in Amity were freaked out this morning. They were all like: 'What if I don't get Amity? Will my parents get mad?'"
"Seriously?" She laughed. "I can't believe it. My sisters were fussing over me this morning, though, because my mom won't ever come out of her room."
"Hm." Antoinette replied. She wasn't sure if she should ask about Anya's mother, so she didn't say anything else about it. "What do you mean by fussing?"
"By tryig to fix my hair up and make me put on one of my nicer blue dresses. Obviously they didn't do a very good job." She pointed to her blue jeans and tank top with a navy blue cardigan on, and her hair pulled up into a messy bun.
Antoinette raised her eyebrow. "But, your hair looks good." She said, chuckling. Her orange button down and red skirt were her favorite items of clothing, and she'd worn them specially for today.
"Oh, well, thanks! I wasn't really paying much attention to what they were doing, then, huh? You look nice, too. I like your skirt."
Antoinette chuckled. This was her first conversation about clothes that wasn't with her mother. "Thanks. I've worn it a million times before. Anyways, there's this girl in Amity who really, really loves sewing and she made this really extravagant dress just for today. I don't understand."
"Really? Wow! I just couldn't imagine it. I hate dresses. I can barely put up with skirts."
"I know. She spent about a full year on it, too." Antoinette shook her head. "But I feel kind of powerful when I'm wearing a skirt. Because, y'know, people think: 'Awh, how pretty. A lady dressed in a pretty outfit.' But then, they don't realize I could probably beat them up." She looked around, making sure no one from Amity heard her. "Although, I probably shouldn't say that in my faction. Beating someone up isn't really accepted there."
"Haha, yeah! That's the only reason I wear them sometimes. When I do at all."
Antoinette nodded. "So what time are the tests again? I forgot." She realized now, some of the things she said would sound so normal if her voice wasn't so sly. It made people suspicious.
"I don't remember. Actually, I have no idea. I guess that's the thing I forgot this morning."
Antoinette raised her eyebrows at the ceiling, trying to remember what her mother had told her. But it was all a blur."Maybe it was noon." She said, forehead creased.
"I don't know. I thought it was five. Or maybe two."
"Maybe you're right." Antoinette propped her legs on a vacant desk, a concentrated look still plastered on her face. "One thing I know, I am not missing this test."
"Me neither. I can't." She sat back in her seat, trying to get more comfortable.
"Exactly," Antoinette couldn't get comfortable in her seat. She wasn't going to admit it to herself; but could she possibly be nervous about the tests? "so you're certain you're choosing Dauntless?"
"Absolutely. Are you? Because I'd love to have a friend there already. Not to pressure you or anything, sorry."
((I know, I know, I'm going. I was just about to get off. Besides, Ella, YOU go to bed, it looks like you're still up!))
"I'm not pressured." Antoinette held her hands up in fake defense, smirking. "I want to have a friend there, too. Because I know for a fact no other person from Amity's going there."
((I was actually sleeping until my alarm from yesterday went off. Gnight!))
"Yeah. I'm pretty sure no one, or at least no one I know, is going to Dauntless. From Erudite, I mean. I heard Dauntless initiation is hard, though."
"You're from Erudite, huh. If I wasn't so set on Dauntless, I'd probably go there." She nodded to herself. "And yeah, I've heard that, too. The people in Amity aren't bad. They're extremely peaceful and nice. But that's not me, y'know? I'll do anything to get out of there." Her lips curled in disgust.
She nodded and smiled. "Yeah, me too. I wonder what it's like. The initiation for the brave faction. It must be hard, lots of fighting, I'm guessing."
"Yeah, we're definitely gonna beat the crap out of some people," She stated, without hesitation. "I bet I could do it. I don't look strong, but I am. What about you?"
"Same. That's why I love being so small. Most people think you're weak and slow, but I'm strong and really fast."
"Slow clap it out for you," Antoinette smirked, but it wasn't smug or sly or condescending. It had become her regular expression. "I wouldn't exactly say that I'm small. I'm sorta tall, but I'm skinny. Most people think they can take me right down, but I've got muscle. And my legs are strong."
"Slow clap it out for you." She repeated while smiling, then laughed.
Antoinette chuckled. She didn't understand why this girl wanted to be her friend; most people thought she was weird. "Now I'm hungry," She groaned to herself.
"Yeah, me too. But we don't have lunch until later." She sighed and guessed how much time was left in class.
She sighed, her stomach rumbling. "All I ate was a measly fruit salad for breakfast. And it was mostly apples. Apples are good and all, but, we have them all the time."
"Yeah. I know exactly what you mean." She sat back in her seat, waiting for the school day to be over, something an Erudite child should never think.
Antoinette leaned her head back, eyes closed. "Gosh, I cannot wait until the aptitude tests. The only thing I'm having even a little negative emotion about is my parents' reaction."
"My mother won't care. But my sisters and brothers all support my decision. I've prepared my sisters to take care of my brothers, too."
"My mother won't care. But my sisters and brothers all support my decision. I've prepared my sisters to take care of my brothers, too."
"Lucky," For a moment, Antoinette's voice lost it's usual smugness. "My mom seems to think I'm always going to stay in Amity. My dad, too. Hah,"
"Well, I hope they like surprises, then." She was exciting for the aptitude test, but also a little nervous. Though she would never admit that.
"Like a plot twist in a book." Antoinette agreed, shaking her head at her ridiculous response. "Be honest. What do you think happens in the test?"
She thought for a minute. "I don't know. You go in, and I'm guessing it's a shot that they give you. I believe that you are then in your mind, but it's like it is in real life. I think you have to go through different procedures, and those answers that you chose for those show what faction you should be in."
"Wow, genius." Antoinette scoffed, shaking her head. But she obviously wasn't actually mad. "That sounds really mysterious and magical, though. Like some kind of crazy dream you'd have after drinking a lot of caffeine."
"I know. But I think that's how it's supposed to be. How they want it to be."
Antoinette peered at Anya from under her eyelashes, her lips turned down in the corners. "So you know that, too? My parents would flip their shit if I told them that."
"Yes. I mean, it's just why they keep it such a big secret until you take it. Why it's such a big deal when you turn 16. It's all supposed to seem magical and mysterious to everyone, to make them excited and more…willing, I guess, to follow everyone's rules and do exactly as they're told."
Antoinette closed her eyes again, nodding slowly. "They give you the option to choose your faction, even if it's not what you get on your test. They say it's a right. But that's not what they want you to do. They want you to obey your test results."
((Bea Well has left the Language Arts Classroom.))