Hey everyone! I know I'm not consistent with uploading anything at all, but I'm gonna try to do good at this one⦠Anyway, I've read Divergent and watched Insurgent and Divergent, so I decided to, uh, do this. I'm bad at this part so let's just begin.
When I woke up that day, two years ago, I had a wrenching feeling in my gut. I didn't eat anything, I just sat there laying with my cereal. "Allison", my dad looked up at me, "by the way you look right now, someone would think today's your Choosing day!" he laughed his hearty laugh. I smiled a little then zoned out again, staring at my bowl.
It was the day of my brother Ethan's Choosing, and I was nervous. I was nervous because I knew he would leave us. I knew he would leave me. Not because he hated us, but because he never fit in here at Erudite. He's always been street-smart, but never book-smart. And book-smart is what Erudite is all about. The only reason I put up with living in this faction is that my family is here. But now that Ethan was leaving, I'd be lonely, since my parents are out working a lot. Ethan and my mom finished eating their breakfast and we all headed out the door.
Since we lived a bit far from where that year's Choosing was happening, we took my dad's car, which was, like almost everything else in Erudite, dark blue. Twenty minutes later all four of us were settled in our seats. Candor was hosting the Choosing this year, so of course there had to be a long speech before the actual choosing began. I blanked out all the names except two. "Tobias Eaton", the announcer called out, and everyone in the room payed attention. Tobias was the son of Marcus Eaton, who was the main council leader of Abnegation. He wasn't what you would call 'normal' in Abnegation, though I wouldn't know much about it anyway. Tobias took the knife with a nod, then cut his palm. Without hesitation he moved his hand, so his blood dripped on to the sizzling coal. Dauntless. Not many people were surprised, he was the "Dauntless type".
My brother went a little while after, "Ethan Southwood". My hands were sweaty. I wiped them on my jeans. My mom gave Ethan a reassuring smile. He walked to the middle of the room. Ethan was handed the knife. He cut his palm. His closed fist hovered for a second, before moving to a bowl. The blood dropped silently. Dauntless.
