Disclaimer: I don't own anything blah blah blah…
The aptitude test tells me I am Dauntless, but I am unsure. It is ironic that I am terrified to go to the choosing ceremony, but I trust the test and do as it tells me to do. Although my parents and family members highly disagree and even call me a traitor, I cut my arm and my blood sizzles on the fire. I hear murmurs and gasps and I fear I have made the wrong choice. The Dauntless section hesitate to celebrate, and when they do I can tell it is forced. The hesitance is mortifying, but since I am supposed to act Dauntless, I force myself to happily sit next to my new companions. But this is what I chose.
People say that initiation sucks, but I know that they are sugar-coating it. Initiation is torturous and painful and I don't make it. I snap and yell at my instructor. Nothing could help me take back the things I said. Factionless. That's what he told me I was. He made sure to thoroughly explain it to me, but I knew what it was. Everyone knows what it means when you are factionless.
So now I sit here and I am factionless. I don't have a family, or friends, or even acquaintances. Nobody likes to hang out with someone that has been rejected.
Now I regret everything that I did. Choosing Dauntless, leaving my family, and ultimately disrespecting my instructor. Small choices can change your future forever.