Introduction
Vanity.
Taking a brief, momentary glance into my oval-shaped mirror, I carefully attended to scrutinizing every flaw in sight. My nose was extremely narrow, my lips were pursed in an innocent pose, and my chocolate covered orbs were quite possibly the last thing anybody would notice in my youthful face. People in the community had often stopped to tell me that I resembled a little child, but my mind was already disoriented with scattered thoughts and failed to realize the similitude; until now, that was. I had rarely paid attention to the one mirror in my home unless it was a special occasion, and this day had to be quite important.
I'm sixteen years old, and the day that my parents had been vehemently awaiting for had finally arrived. Aptitude tests were being taken today to determine our fate, and the first steps of adulthood were being made. Once a person has celebrated their sixteenth birthday, they take the tests to see what virtues they possess. My older brother, who is not a year older than I am but a good nine months, and I will be the ones in our family to be taking the test. Countless other people in our school will be determining their future, as well.
Our community is split into five sections, or as we usually call them, factions; Abnegation — whose virtue is selflessness, Erudite — which values knowledge, Candor — whose specialty is honesty, Amity — who respects the quality of friendship, and Dauntless — a faction where bravery excels. My family and I reside in Abnegation, and self-confidence is the least of our worries. We put other people's needs before others, no matter what consequences will be made.
Perching myself on the seat prior to my mother arriving, I lost the reflection that stood in the mirror. While the other factions generally cared about their appearance, I didn't mind looking like the same monotonous babyface everyday. Most of the people in Abnegation didn't mind, either. My brother was one of the few exceptions, though; girls would swoon over him if they weren't aware of my brother's reputation.
Feeling my mother's hand press against my bony frame, I contorted slightly.
"It's alright if you glanced in the mirror, April. It's already been three months since your last peek." She said faintly, her hand losing its place from my shoulder after I shrugged. Affection wasn't necessarily an Abnegation thing.
"I already did, mother." I said with a soft smile, my eyes skirting the outfit that I wore. My outfit was the same as yesterday's, except for the fact that my shirt was cleansed. "I want to thank you for taking care of, and cutting my hair."
She planted a gentle kiss on my forehead as a sign of reply, before signaling me to the kitchen. Our breakfast is the same genetically processed food that we usually have. The nearest farms are days away, so we usually settle for anything canned or frozen. My eyes circled around my family, their mouths silent as they had begun to eat. No matter how much admiration I had for every single one of them, I simply had to leave them. I felt that I didn't belong in Abnegation, I didn't think I could handle sixteen years of being soft.
No matter which four predetermined choices I had, I needed to leave Abnegation permanently.
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