Switched
Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent or any of it's characters. Those rights belong to the author.
Chapter 1
Four POV
I sat up groggily wiping the sleep out of my eyes. Today was the day. It was the day of the Choosing Ceremony. I took a shaky breath as I got up and slowly made my way toward my bathroom. I hopped into the lukewarm shower, because taking a hot shower was considered selfish to the Abnegation. I barely even realized as I pulled on my simple gray clothes and dried my hair, trudging down the stairs. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apple as my father, Marcus Eaton, came strutting into the room. "Good morning son," He said with a cheery smile. "Today's the day. Are you nervous? Well don't be! I just hope you choose right!" He said chuckling lightly. When I didn't answer his smile disappeared. "Tobias, are you even listening to me? Do I have to teach you a lesson?" He asked, his voice dangerously low, resting a hand on his belt. I instantly paled and sat up straighter. "No Father I'm not nervous at all!" I said forcing a smile. He smiled back, but the hardness remained in his eyes and he took a step back. "Well, we better get going then. We don't wanna miss the bus," He said walking toward the door and motioning for me to follow. I stood up shakily and hurried out the door. We walked in silence to the bus and when we got on, I stood as far away from his as possible, which wasn't very far considering that it was so packed, an Amity boy had his face squished against the doors. I suppressed a smile at the sight and pushed myself back against a Candor girl behind me. She smiled flirtatiously at me and I instantly blushed. I practically fell onto the concrete trying to get out of the bus and flinched as my father glared at me. We walked in synch with the other Abnegation all the way up the billions of stairs to the top of the hub. When we got their, I took my place in line with the other 16 year-olds, between a Dauntless boy and the Candor girl I was squished against on the bus. My father stepped up and exchanged a few words, before summoning the first person up. The first one to go was the Amity boy who was squished against the bus doors. He stumbled to the middle of the room and extended a shaky hand. My father held it in one of his to steady it and raised the knife swiftly cutting a small shallow cut on the boys palm. His hands shook ferociously as he stretched it toward the pot of soil representing Amity, but then quickly changed and let his blood fall on the stones, representing Abnegation. The first person to go was also the first transfer. A few murmurs came from the crowd and Marcus raised a hand to silence them. The boy quickly took his place by the Abnegation and the next couple of people went. I counted down the people in front of me. A Candor girl moving to Erudite, a Dauntless boy strutting forward and confidently choosing to stay in Dauntless, and finally, the Candor girl who was flirting with me was next. She took small steps forward, and let her blood drip on the hot coals representing Dauntless. I took a deep breath and walked forward. My father gave me a look as he sliced open my palm. I barely felt it, just a little sting. It was nothing compared to the pain he gives me when he whips me with his belt, emotionally and physically. I raised my closed hand to the stones, but before my blood could fall onto them, I closed my eyes and felt my hand move. I opened my eyes when I heard gasps and shouts of outrage. I looked down to see what I had picked, and saw my blood still dripping onto the coals. I was Dauntless. I looked up to see the Dauntless smirking and the Abnegation looking scandalous. My father's face haunted me the most though. He just looked shocked and confused. He stood in place, mouth a gape, the knife laying on the floor by his feet, where he had dropped it. I ducked my head as I made my way over to the Dauntless.