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It was the day of the Aptitude Test, Peter was more than sure which faction he would pick, but there were no exceptions, everyone that turned sixteen that year had to do it. Like it was any other day, he woke up and made his way to the bathroom, it was early in the morning. He stepped in the shower cabin and took a cold shower to awaken, but it wasn't very effective. With a towel wrapped around his waist, he looked himself in the mirror to see a tall young men, strands of wet black hair falling over his piercing green eyes and a wide smile increasing as the thought of finally leaving the candors came up in his mind.
Peter wasn't the nicest person you could meet, he could be rather mischievous and envious, he wanted to be the best at everything which sometimes got him some enemies. One time, when he was around thirteen, he didn't get the first place in the running contest that year, proud like he was, he was mad and blamed everyone else for his failure, but that didn't last long, neither did the other kid's smiley face. As soon as the bell rang, he got out of the classroom before everyone else, and leaned against the wall, sticking his leg in front of the other boy's feet so he would stumble and fall. Let's say his little enemy saw him and he knew it was Peter who humiliated him in front of the whole school. In utter rage, the dauntless boy started hitting the sneaky Candor, but Peter was able to run to the Principal's office before his face was smashed into a cake and forced the tears to come out, he looked like he had been beaten for half a hour, when the truth was he wasn't hit for more than three minutes. His Candor statue made the Principal believe him instead of the other kid's version of the events, people always underestimated Peter skills to lie. As a result the Dauntless kid was punished and Peter got away with a few bruised and a restored pride.
He made his way to his room and picked pair of black jeans and a shirt, as he dressed up he couldn't help but think that in two days he would be in a different faction, probably competing for a high position inside his future home. But that wouldn't be a problem, he would never accept no for an answer, and if anyone tried to steal it from him, he would ensure that the said person would be out of his way to the bigger prize in a blink of an eye. As the thoughts vanished, he put on his white sneakers and grabbed his black blazer that soon would be switched by a black leather jacket with zippers all over it, just like he always wanted.
Before leaving the house, Peter stopped by his parents. "I'm late to catch the bus dad, could you drive me to school?" His father was a middle-aged men with Peter's hair and bright almond eyes, he fought back the tears caused by the approach of the Choosing Ceremony, it would be painful to watch his son leave to another faction, but finally he nodded. Mrs. Hayes reached for her beloved son and kissed him gently on his forehead, her kind green eyes searching for his. "We know you will switch factions, but remember Peter, we will always love you!" The day was coming and they were not prepared to let go of their young child, he was the most important person for them and soon he wouldn't be there with them. "I know mom, but you know I don't belong here. I love you both very much." And with this his father grabbed the car keys on the table, trying to avoid tears, and they made their way to the car.
The school was already full of sixteen year old teenagers, Peter got out of the car and went to the cafeteria, where they had to wait for their name to be called. He sat next to a redhead boy, Drew, who was the nearest Peter had to a friend. He was more of a lackey, but at least he respected him, even if only because he feared Peter. Molly, on the other hand, didn't fear him, she kind of puts Peter on a pedestal, she clearly has a crush on him since forever, but he only sees her as his lackey, better than Drew, to be honest.
"Which faction is going to be called first?" Peter asked the ginger boy, since he had arrived a bit late.
"I'm not sure, but I think it's Amity. It looks like the usual joyful pathetic faces aren't enjoying the day." Drew could be a bit stupid and dowdy, Peter sometimes even had to go elsewhere because his stupidity could reach levels beyond belief and the desire to punch him could increase incredibly fast.
"This is bullshit, I already know which faction I'm going to choose, so I don't think this test will make any difference." Peter stated with a serious voice. "This is a waste of my precious time!".
Molly's horrible snorting laugh caught his attention from the Dauntless young members sat three tables over. The cafeteria had five huge tables, each one for each faction, disposed like a four-petals flower, Erudite and Dauntless' near the kitchen, Abnegation's in the centre and Candor and Amity's on the opposite side of the first two, near the exit.
Peter sensed a hand shaking his shoulder trying to catch his attention once again, Molly was calling him, but the only thing he heard was "Now... Candor... our turn... Peter... your name..." and a flash made him woke him from his thoughts.
"Peter Hayes, it's the last time we call your name." And he immediately got up, disturbed by the fact that everybody in the room was staring at him like he was a lunatic, everybody except the Abnegation's members, they don't usually make fun of people, and that's the major fact that makes Peter hate them, they're selfless and are always trying to help everybody, and for him that was hypocrite, how could someone would rather care about everybody else's welfare over theirs. He just couldn't understand, for him they were as selfish as everybody else, the difference was that they covered up their selfishness better than anyone else.
The grins and glances were driving him crazy, his green eyes got darker, filled with anger, making him curl his hands into fists, ready to punch someone, his knuckles already white. He couldn't do it now, he needed to calm down, so he took a deep breath and made his way through the door.
A/N: I'm not a writing prodigy, I'm just a fan and I love reading and writing. I would love to receive constructive reviews so I can improve, I would be more than grateful that if you see any typos you would tell me, as I said I want to improve and your help would be mostly appreciated! This first chapter was small because I didn't know if someone would even read it, and I was kind of insecure, but I promise the next ones will be longer. Thank you for reading and enjoy :)