I am Dauntless

by camphalfbloodprince

Original Character Aya, an Erudite, cannot take it anymore and when the choosing ceremony comes, she transfers to Dauntless. What will happen to her there? Rated T because reasons This is my first Fanfic so be nice please :)

1. I am Dauntless

The name is Aya Sakr, and I currently am an Erudite, but that's all about to change, or I hope it will. When I took my aptitude test, my examiner said she'd never seen something like this. I was fit for Abnegation, Dauntless, and Erudite, and if I still am not sure of where I'll be going, I am sure as hell not going to stay here.

I get up and direct myself to the bathroom to get ready, and when I am all dressed, I put my glasses on. I don't really need them, but my parents insisted I get a pair so that I would look more like them.

My parents are one of the main reasons I am planning on changing factions. They are strict parents, who work as psychologists for our general hospital, and I am just sick of the restrictions I am under, the experiments they try on me, but in the end, I think I might just miss them a bit, they'll still be my parents.

I go down to the kitchen, where I find that my mother has prepared for me a nice breakfast, and I decide to throw myself in.

-"Mom, what would you do if I don't pick Erudite today?" And that is when I saw her face crumble. I think this is why I would fit in fine into Abnegation: I care for others.

-"Well" she starts "I would be disappointed, but proud as well, because you know what is best for you, and so would your father. But know this. We will love and support you no matter what you do out there today." I smile and go up to hug her.

After that, the day is a colourful blur except for some moments of clarity, one of them when I saw him.

He was just standing there, in his Amity clothes, laughing and smiling with the people around him, but as I watched his face, I saw a hint of confusion and uncertainty as he glanced to the stage. And I woke up from my colourful daze when they called my name to the centre of the stage.

"Aya Sakr".

I take my glasses off and slide them in my back pocket as I make my way to the centre of the stage and take the knife that is handed to me. And in that moment, as I look over to the crowd, I know who I'll be choosing. I cut a straight line on the palm of my hand and, as I make my way to my future faction, I bid goodbye to my old one.

For I may be caring, but I am selfish.

And I may be smart, but I am reckless.

I am Aya, and I am Dauntless.