The choosing ceremonyI slowly walk to the ceremony.Mum forced me to wear a black shirt but I didn't want to so I wear a black t-shirt with flames underneath. I arrive slightly before Marcus begins to read.
"Welcome to the Choosing Ceremony. Welcome to the day we honour the democratic philosophy of our ancestors, which tells us that every man as the right to choose his own way in this world."
I begin to twirl my hair around my fingers. I don't know what to choose. Certainly not Candor or Erudite. I'm Dauntless born. But I don't know.
"Our dependents are now sixteen. They will now choose which faction they will go into." My face turns pale. I don't want to be factionless.
"Those who blamed ignorance became the Erudite"
I hate the Erudite. They nudge eachother with smug grins on their faces.
"Those who blamed aggression formed Amity"
I like the Amity. They are calm and collected. But what's the world without a bit of fun?
"Those who blamed duplicity became Candor"
I have never liked Candor.
"Those who blamed selfishness made Abnegation"
I blame selfishness.
"And those who blamed cowardice were the Dauntless."
I like the Dauntless. My father says I'm already one. Suddenly, I can't feel my legs anymore. I want to melt into a black puddle and die.
The Candor girl walks up. She drags the knife along her palm, wincing slightly, and lets her blood drip into the water. The first transfer to Erudite and of the year.
Daniel from Abnegation cuts his hand and his blood flows onto the grey stones. Abnegation born.
I stumble onto the stage with a scarlet face. I pause, cut my hand, take a large breath and allow my blood to sizzle on the coals.
I am Dauntless born.