Violet had chosen Dauntless since the beginning, or if asked, she'd say Dauntless had chosen her. She was born Dauntless—well not technically, her parents were Amity, but she never felt that she belonged in there. No, she chased Dauntless since she was young and she was always so brave, speaking her mind and doing things that everyone was afraid to do. She climbed trees and buildings and jumped from these heights, unafraid to fall or get hurt. Her parents easily saw this quality and encouraged it, knowing that suppression and lack of support would lead to lack of happiness (which was against the will of those within Amity). However, when the day finally came to choose a faction, it was daunting and she could feel the anxiety in her stomach and the idea of a test telling her who to be? She didn't like that much either.

Fingers rested on the door before entering. Everyone else had gone in except her. She remained in the hall, anxiety settled in the pit of her stomach. Dark black hair falls about her ashen pale skin and bright blue eyes close briefly before her hands find the knob and she opens the door. It creaks slightly as it opens and she gives a cringe, her senses painfully alive. A girl stands beside a chair, dark hair gathered into dreads and dressed in dark red. Dauntless, she thinks immediately, as if the tattoos didn't give her away. She slowly enters, closing the door behind her, cringing again as it creaked. She carefully crossed the room and slid into the chair, hands nervously settling on her lap.

The test was quick and the result came back exactly as she expected: Dauntless. Still, it didn't make things easier. She'd known all along that she was Dauntless, she didn't need a test to tell her that–to tell her who to be. She was quick to leave the room, uttering a thank you as she left, but slow to actually walk home. Fingers played with her dark messenger bag decorated with sewn on pieces of old jeans and safety pins. Bright blue eyes travel across the landscape of Amity slowly, knowing it to be the last time she would be able to drink it in. Tomorrow was the Choosing Ceremony, and she wasn't about to remain in Amity knowing she truly belonged in Dauntless. She didn't reach home until the sun was setting, and she sighs deeply upon seeing her house. She was going to have to tell them her choice. She couldn't just leave them to find out tomorrow. She quickly fakes a smile, seeing her little sister, Alyssa come running out of the house.

"Violet! Violet!" She chants, running up to her. The moment the child is in arms reach, she's snatched up by her older sister and wrapped in her arms. Small arms wrap around Violet's neck and she sighs softly, continuing to walk to the house with the child in her arms.

"How was your day, Alyssa?" She asks her, ruffling her short brown hair.

"It was great! I helped Mom in the fields!" The child withdrew from her sister's embrace, but remained in her arms. "How was the test?"

An unease immediately came over her but she hid it behind her smile. She ruffled the girl's hair again and sighed deeply, looking towards the sunset again, pausing in walking towards the house. The child's smile faded and she looked down.

"You're leaving, aren't you?"

"Yeah."

Dinner was awkward. There was painful silence aside from the crunch of vegetables between teeth and forks and the silence is heavy. Tension is thick and you could probably cut it with a spoon. She wanted to tell them that she was leaving tomorrow, that she loved them even though she was leaving them, but words just wouldn't come out. Everytime she tried to speak, all that came out was a soft breath and silence, so she just kept eating. Until, finally, her parents broke the silence.

"What was your result on the test?" Her mother asked. That was so much like her mother to be bold. Why wasn't she in Dauntless?

A thick swallow, but regardless, she won't back down. She never would. She was Dauntless.

"Dauntless." Straightforward, like always. "And I'll be choosing Dauntless tomorrow at the Choosing Ceremony too."

Again, silence overtook the house, except now, not even vegetables were being crunched between teeth and forks. No, everyone had stopped eating. Her little sister and her older brother were both looking down at their plates, forks in hand and looking refusing to look up. Her father sighed deeply and leaned back in his chair, his fork resting beside his plate and a look of disdain on his face. Her mother looked just as upset as her siblings, if not more, and was almost to tears. God, she should've known it'd be this bad. She sighed and set her fork down, leaning back in her chair.

"I know you don't want me to go, but I have to." She says slowly, fingers drumming gently on the table.

"We know, baby, we know but—"

"Mom, stop, I'm gonna be fine." Cue an eyeroll and her arms crossing over her chest. "I'm sixteen. I can handle myself."

"Violet, sixteen isn't an adult. I know you think it is, but it's not." Ah, there was her father, always insisting she wasn't an adult.

She couldn't do this. She wasn't going to sit here and argue with them on her last night here. She knew better than that, and she wanted better than that. She deserved better than that.

"I'm going to bed." She states flatly, sliding her chair back and leaving the table.

It was today. Today was the day she was going to leave Amity and finally go where she belongs: Dauntless. The idea that she would finally be where she belonged filled her with intense, overwhelming happiness. She didn't care what it was like there; whatever it was like, she'd adapt and she would thrive. She dressed in her Amity clothes, but knew that by the end of the day, she'd be dressed in Dauntless clothes. The walk to the Hub was just as awkward as dinner, with her younger sister clinging to her leg the entire time. Filtering into the Hub with other factions, she walked past Dauntless and found herself smiling, but tried not to show it. It was bad enough she was leaving them, she didn't need to show how happy she was about it. They sat with Amity and upon sitting down, Alyssa's small hands wrap around hers and she lays her head against her. God, this was growing increasingly difficult. Violet moved her arm to wrap around the littler girl and kissed her forehead.

"I'll always love you, you know that, right?" She whispers as Jeanine Matthews from Erudite spoke.

"I love you too, Violet." She whispers back.

She turns her head to refocus on the ceremony, just as Marcus Eaton started to speak.

"When we leave this room, we will no longer be dependents but full-fledged members of our society. Faction before blood."

"Faction before blood." Everyone echoed.

Then he started calling names. Violet closed her eyes. Anxiety rose with every name being called. Minutes went by until finally, a familiar name echoed through the Hub.

"Violet Barrow."

She stands but she's held back by her younger sister's hand. Head turns and she lays eyes upon dark brown eyes filled with tears. Her parents are grabbing onto the littlest child and trying to remove her hand from her, but the child won't let go. It takes some pulling but she finally lets go and it's heartbreaking. As she walks away, towards the five bowls to choose a faction, she turns and mouths I love you. Making her way to the five bowls, she can feel the pressure and it feels like everyone is watching her. She lifts the knife carefully and slices her hand hard and fast, blood spilling almost instantly. She moves to the Dauntless bowl, a bowl of hot coals and squeezed her hand until blood spilled out.

"DAUNTLESS."