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I Am DivergentI Am Divergent
I am not brave, yet I push myself further
I am not selfless, yet I cannot take a life
I cannot tell a lie, yet I lie too often
I am not smart, yet I am a strategist
I am not kind, yet I protect innocent people
What does this make me?
I am only brave when I am selfless
I am only selfless when I am not as important
I am only truthful when I decide it is best
I am only cunning when the situation calls for it
I am only kind when it is the right thing to do
Am I a specific faction?
I am neither Dauntless, nor Abnegation
Nor Candor, Erudite, or Amity
My mind is not specifically set
I am only myself
I Am Divergent
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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