Hi. I like writing. I was also bored. The two collided. Now I'm writing fanfiction. I have no idea where this story is going, if i get a good readership I'll probably continue. If not- meh. Read, If you want to, don't, if you dont.
A/N do you think I own this fandom? no, veronica roth does. dont be thick.
Bored kinda did not cut it. I had nothing- utterly NOTHING to do, only wait. Watching that clock turn and click as the second hand dragged itself across the clock face. I turned over on my duvet and lay face down into the downy covers, limp. Not even comfortable, just waiting. Tick, tick, tick, tick. On my back now, staring at the ceiling until it swam through my vision blurrily. Sweating in the sunlight that scalded me though the gritty glass of my window. I stood up from my bed and walked over to the window and pushed it open trying to tempt some non-existent day was sleepy like my faction and the atmosphere? Likewise. My watch beeped and I let a flurry of excitement trickle through my insides. What if I chose to be different?
I had always expected the day of my choosing to be a day for excitement and new horizons, a bright future. All I could see were fields, endless fields and a scorching sun. The same sun that washed Amity day after day. Everyone expected it to be that way. I had seven brothers, they all stayed right here in the same faction. All except Reece, but we never talk about him, Mum always cries when she remembers the dishonour and whispering that happened when the son of two Amity leaders decided that he was better off being Candor. Dad always goes quiet if we mention him. He- at least- cared to some extent for the wellbeing of his children and foremost of his eldest son who moved away because of his heritage. As much as I disliked the prospect of remaining in Amity for the rest of my life, I hated the notion that I could maybe be the next Reece. That was the only thing that tied me to my born-faction.
I fell asleep.
"Amber sweetie, oughtn't you to get up? It's seven thirty!"
"Seven thirty?" I ask incredulously.
"Yep."
"Oh no, thanks for waking me Dad, I'm gonna have to hurry."
I dash into the bathroom and deftly plait my dark red hair into a long, messy braid and chuck a red hoodie over my yellow singlet. I pull on a pair of brown leather pants and some boots then trudge out of the house. Alone. This is the eighth Choosing Ceremony that my family has had a delegate in, and they are sufficiently satisfied that I'll be back at home before the night is done. I approach the tracks where the Dauntless are jumping on, they'll get there before me by train. I wait for a bus. The A14 is late as usual and filled with the happy families who are excited to see who their new faction members will be. An Abnegation begins to vacate her seat for me as I board the run down old vehicle but I place my hand on her shoulder and smile gently indication that she needn't make room for me, she smiles gratefully in return. She looks about my age, sixteen, she has the same eyes as me, the darkest brown, but she has blonde hair, we look almost identical despite our different hair colours, I can tell that she notices it too.
An Erudite man vacates the seat next to her and hops off the bus, I slide into it quickly before other people realised it was empty. The Abnegation girl look at me and opens her mouth to speak.
"Sorry to bother you but, I can't help the feeling that I know you."
"No, its fine, I was thinking the same thing, what's your name?"
"Esther Lowing, what about you?"
"Amber Black, my god, we do look similar, don't we?"
"You could say that I suppose. Are you choosing today?" Esther replies shyly
"Yes, I am, what about you?" I ask in return.
"I'm choosing too." She says hurriedly, blushing. "Where are your family?
"I'm the last of eight children, and my family are all absolutely certain that I won't be leaving Amity, they're too used to the choosing to bother coming to mine. What about your family? Why aren't they here?"
"My mother, Susan Black is busy setting up and my father Joshua Lowing is at a council meeting."
The Bus screeches to a halt outside the Hub and the doors open, I stand up and walk out alongside Esther. We enter the Hub together and she walks off to the grey clad fifth of the Amphitheatre as I sit amongst the red and yellow of the Amity.
The Choosing has just begun.
…Abernathy
…Ackerly
…Adamo
…Adelaide
…Adkins
…Agustine
…Alder
…Albert
…Amster
…Anderson
The A's progressed and people grew drowsy.
There were no Dauntless, three Candor, two Abnegation, five Erudite and one Amity.
…Bagman
…Bell
…Beavis
…Bitram
…Black, Amber
I stood up and strolled to the front of the Amit section and received the knife from the Abnegation leader, Joshua Lowing, I made the small cut on the palm of my hand and stared at the soil in the Amity bowl. My eyes roved over the sea of people in front of me. The Grey, Blue, Black and White, Red and Yellow and finally on the Black, my hand hovered over the Amity bowl and for a second, with the blood dripping down my palm and about to drop, adventurously it shivered over the Dauntless coals about to drop before my courage failed me and in a split second my hands moved back over to the soil. Too late, a single drop of my blood was now crackling and sputtering on the coals.
So, I hope you liked that chapter. Follow, Fav, Review if you want me to keep going!
x Azure
