The song for this chapter is Lego House by Ed Sheeran. I'm going to do a playlist-type thing for the whole story
This is completely nerve-wracking.
It's tomorrow. I can't do this.
I can't choose.
Beatrice told me the serum made her sick. That's why she walked home.
I don't believe her.
Why doesn't she trust me? I'm her brother. She can tell me anything.
I pull a book out from behind my headboard to get some clarity.
Chameleons adapt to their environment, I read. They change color to blend in with their surrounding.
That's exactly what I need to do.
Adapt and blend in.
I go downstairs.
Beatrice is in the kitchen, making dinner.
I go and help her. Maybe there is some Abnegation in me after all.
But the aptitude test confirmed it: I have aptitude for one faction.
And it isn't Abnegation.
I think back to earlier today.
My test instructor, a young Candor man named Bowen, injected me with the serum.
When I woke up, he said,
"This may come as a surprise, but you have an aptitude for Erudite."
That's how the Candor are. The don't waste time with pleasantries.
I know I walked back to the table with expression of shock on my face,
Because Beatrice gave me a worried look.
I've known that I loved knowledge since I was a young child, yet I never expected to have to face it.
Until now.