I instantly feel dizzy when the test finishes, I turn my head and look my examiner in the eye. I receive a short, cold glare in return and so I become even more uncomfortable. He paces around looking at a clipboard for a while. Eventually he stops and turns to look at me. His mouth opens to tell me my result and I feel confident but nervous at the same time. I tell myself that there is going to be a logical reason for whatever my result is but I still have a strong urge to run out of the room and scream.
"Erudite," I force a smile and get up. I walk out of the room, hands shaking. I have just heard the word that I have been waiting to year for as long as I can remember.
I keep re-thinking my decision. Erudite. Erudite is the word that marks my freedom. I can be who I want to be and I don't have to be "just another stiff" anymore. There are so many questions that are ringing through my head every day. If I choose erudite I will have the knowledge and technology to answer those questions and understand myself.
Then the thought comes to me: Beatrice. Will she be alright living in abnegation without me? She never was selfless and doesn't have the nature in her to be abnegation. Will she choose abnegation? She is unfit and has no muscle, she is easily provoked, she always talks to friends in class and she lies far too often. Although she isn't selfless it is all she has ever known and it is who she has grown to be. I can't leave Beatrice but this is my life and I choose Erudite.
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