The first sixteen years of my life has flown by too quickly. Far too quickly for my liking. Today is the day I will see: do I belong in Amity, or do I belong elsewhere? I have always liked Amity: everyone was friendly and loving, but I never felt like I belonged there. Everyone was too passive and gentle for my liking. I have always yearned for more adventure, more excitement. I have a boisterous temper that everyone else was too kind to notice. Maybe I belong in…
The horn of the train interrupts my thoughts. I can hear laughter and screaming. Bundles of black hurling themselves off the train. The Dauntless. I have always admired them. Their freedom, their courageous spirits. But is that the place for me? Some are brave to the point of insane and idiotic.
My eyes take me to the mass of blue. Erudite. They are looking disapprovingly at the Dauntless. Their expressions mixed in with their ridiculous fake glasses makes me giggle. Though the Erudite seemed quite posh, it is also in my list of considerable factions to transfer to. I am near the top of the class in every subject, beating most of the jealous and suspicious Erudites. However, I do not appreciate their snobbish and arrogant approach to things. And their constant prejudice against Abnegation.
The Abnegation, I definitely don't want to join them. They are too selfishly selfless. They do not realise how always dressing in boring grey and not being able to have fun is actually bugging us Amity. We believe everybody has the right to have fun and enjoy ourselves. The Abnegation strongly contradict us. Just because you put others before yourself doesn't mean you can't do anything for yourself.
The Candor… they are not bad either. I found comfort in truth. There would be no tricks and betrayals if everyone told the truth. I often found myself pointing out the truth, which often offends other people – not very Amity of me. But also, I guess there are some things I want to conceal as my own private information. Hmm.
"Hello? Helloooo? Are you listening?" My best friend Daphne's voice suddenly interrupts me. For the past few minutes she has been going on about how flowers in our Amity fields outside the fence are prettier than the ones inside the fence. I am getting quite bored and sick of the topic, but I am too nice to tell her that.
"Yeah, sorry. I was just… thinking about today," I reply easily. I wasn't lying.
"That's ok," Daphne giggles. "I am kind of thinking about today too! I wonder whether they'll give us flowers after we finish our aptitude tests… if they do, I'm hoping it will be the orange blossoms on the tree next to the shed…"
I zone out the rest of her rambling. I wonder if that will be all I hear for the rest of my life if I choose Amity. I hope not.