Author's Note:
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After the Choosing Ceremony, we help stack the chairs and go back to the gray, neat, and orderly Abnegation sector.
In the mornings, I put my hair into the simple Abnegation bun. Each day is a simple, peaceful affair, filled with efforts to be as selfless, and fit in as well as possible. My job in Abnegation is as faction ambassador, where I represent Abnegation and try to instill peace among the other factions. I may have passed Abnegation initiation, but occasionally I struggle to be the model of selflessness. The job as ambassador also allows me to gain a small insight on the daily life of the other factions, and I find myself yearning more and more to have transferred someone else.
Amity for its joyfulness.
Dauntless for its risk-taking.
Erudite for its endless pursuits.
Candor for its freedom.
Anywhere but Abnegation.
More and more, I have been studying the Abnegation manifesto, trying to find a way to become truly selfless. But, the words "I will be my undoing if I become my obsession" seem to be ironic, considering that my current obsession was Abnegation and its selflessness.
Author's Note:
My plan for this story is to include a chapter for each of the factions, considering Tris's feelings if she had chosen any of the other factions.
I am currently taking some requests for stories, so feel free to request.
Please take some time to review, and constructive criticism is welcome.
Thank you for reading!