Choosing Day. Finally. I hate abnegation, and I'm pretty sure abnegation hates me. I do not belong here. I'm Charlotte Prior but here, I'm known as the terminator. Cool nickname huh? I'm the most Happy-Go-Lucky person you'll ever meet. Anyways, I need to get out of here. After what feels like thousands of people later, I hear them call me "Charlotte Prior" Everybody moves out of my way and give me looks of disgust. I really just want to punch them all in the face but a little voice inside my head tells me not to. I decide to listen to it for once and walk up onto the stage and almost burst out laughing. They actually did it! They took away the abnegation bowl so I wouldn't pick it! Not that I would've. Even though I'm divergent, I know that I need to go to dauntless. I take the knife and slit my hand and let the blood drip on the dauntless coals. The sizzle is heard and everyone bursts into cheers of joy. All the factions know who I am. They don't call me terminator for nothing! I go to sit with the dauntless and am greeted with whoops and punches in the air. I wait until Rebecca's name is called. She's my best friend and partner in crime. Like literally. But she could be an abnegation if she wasn't my friend and if it wasn't for her dad. She doesn't like taking risks as much as I do, but is still a "terminator".
"Rebecca Eaton" They call. Nobody moves like they did for me. Everybody likes Rebecca. As she walks over to the stage she looks at me and I give her the Thumbs Up and she smiles and gets on the stage. I almost burst out laughing again. They did the same thing for her as they did for me! The abnegation bowl is not there. Rebecca takes a long time slitting her hand. Just like her too. Making sure that she does it exactly how she wants to. Sheesh. She can be such an erudite sometimes. And just as I'm starting to get bored of her "perfectionism" I hear the sizzle of her blood on the coals and erupt it cries of joy along with the rest of the dauntless. She comes over to me and gives me a huge hug and we sit through the rest of the choosing talking about this game that I discovered yesterday. "What was it called again?" Rebecca asks me "Soccer. How many times have I told you that?" I ask a little annoyed. "Well sorry! I don't memorize illegal games" she replies. I just rolled my eyes and we both started laughing. Before we even knew it, we were running up the stairs stomping and making such a ruckus that I could feel the pounding in my head from the sound of our feet smashing against each stair. I love it. We arrive outside and at first everything is silent, but then I feel it. The ground starts shaking beneath my feet and I look over at Rebecca to find that she is looking at the train tracks. "Here it comes" I say to no particular person. "Yup" is the last thing I hear before the train rushes past us and I start running.
"You ready to jump?" I ask Rebecca "As ready as I'll ever be" she says as we run alongside the train "Alright then. On three" I say. Together we count "One...Two...THREE" and with that, we join hands and jump.