I stood there, paralyzed, the knife in one hand. I have to make a choice. My friend, Beatrice, who I went to mixed faction nursery with and who is in Abnegation once said 'One choice will transform you.' I heard her when she was outside with her brother, Caleb.
It may transform me, but I simply cannot pick. Erudite, Candor, Dauntless, Abnegation, Amity... I could never choose. I could stand here forever. So I do the least logical thing I could think of.. I span around three times with my eyes shut. I gasped as the blade off the knife punctured thee skin off my hand. Here goes. I stopped spinning. My hand dropped blood into hot coals. I am Dauntless.
Some things shock you, some things don't. I had every reason to cry out in shock. But I am Dauntless now. The Dauntless are never daunted by anything. They give me looks. Erudite to Dauntless is unusual, to say the least. But I am now Dauntless, so raise an eyebrow at the non-transfers eyeing me.
"What are you looking at?" I ask.
"You."
"I'd got that far, you idiot."
He grunts and walks off. More people are staring now, especially one Abnegation transfer.
"Hi" I say.
"Hello" he seems distant. I would guess he was still in shock from the decision he'd just made. The ceremony is finishing. I kind of enjoyed it. It's weird to think of Beatrice doing this next year. Everyone knows she won't stay in Abnegation. She's too different from the others in Abnegation. Too Dauntless. I try to stop to wave to her as we start to run but the flow of people soon pushes me into my new world. The Dauntless run everywhere. They're so fit and they do cool stuff like jump onto trains. Now so will I.