Chapter 1
Ariana's POV
My name is Ariana Johnson, an unusual name for an Amity. My parents were transfers but they will not tell me from where; I'm guessing my name came from that Faction. Ever since I was a young girl I was the perfect Amity, I was always kind to people and usually stayed in the shadows. As I got older, however, I started to change. I got bolder. People would push me around in school, just like they did with Abnegation but I would just get up, brush myself off, and forgive them like a perfect Amity would do. After a while I got tired of it. I started to stand up to the people who push me down, I even picked up swearing. I was sent home from school one day for cussing someone out. I was only in 8th grade. My parents were not happy with me and every time something bad would happen with me they would send me out to work in the fields alone. But I don't remember actually doing any work. I would climb up trees to watch the sunset and once the sun went down I would stay in the trees for as long as I could. The one morning I almost punched someone because they were making me mad for being so nice, but I didn't and went to lunch. After eating my eggs I was still mad but then I ate the toast and automatically felt happy again. Something was wrong with that bread. I tested out my theory about the bread being laced with peace serum and I was right not matter how angry or mad I got I would always feel better after I ate the bread. Needless to say I stopped eating the bread. Every day at school I would watch how the different factions arrived. The Erudite and Amity rode in cars, the Candor and most abnegation would ride the bus but the Dauntless were different, the jumped off the train. I always admired how brave they were. They would climb, jump and run without the fear that if they missed jumping on or off the train they could die. But no one cared, they were having fun, they were free. I started thinking about the choosing ceremony, when I'm 16 I have the choice to change Factions. I start to think that maybe Amity isn't I belong; maybe I deserve to be free.
So that's where I am today, Standing in front of all the factions with a knife in my hand about to make the choice that could change my life forever. I cut my hand using the knife and I know what I'm going to. I want to be brave, and if I'm not, I will force myself to be. The blood drips onto the coals of the Dauntless and they erupt in cheer. I look over to see my dad with tears in his eyes but a pissed off expression on his face, it was clear he thought I was a traitor, my mom however, had a big smile on her face but still had tears in her eyes. I put a band aid on the cut and walk over to my new home and sit until the ceremony is over and everyone has chosen. I thought I knew what I was getting into until we start running down the stairs and towards the train. Oh Crap.