Victoria's POV
I walk out of my Candor house and look around one last time. Today is the Choosing Ceremony, and I will be leaving my home, according what I got in my aptitude test, even though I got more than one faction. The home that I've lived in since I was 2. I'm sad to leave, but excited too, for the adventure, and the freedom, not being drowned by the rules that my mother forces on my head. I walk towards the building that would change my life. My heart in my throat. The butterflies in my stomach working their way into a frenzy.
I adjust my white lace midriff top and check my black high waisted skirt. My favourite outfit,topped off with a bow in my long,blonde hair and my chunky bracelet. As you can see, I love fashion.
Anyway, I arrived, sat down in the Candor section with my best friend, Jessamine, and watched the Abnegation 'leaders' speaking about the upcoming Ceremony. I zoned out, they're so boring, it's so boring. They get to the actual choosing bit, so I start listening again. My name gets called and I walk up to the stage, not phased at all. I cut my hand and let my blood drop over the hot, sizzling coals, I've admired the Dauntless for years. I hear a cheer behind me, the Dauntless, but there is also a sob. I look over at my mum, she's crying hysterically into my older sisters shoulder, who looks disappointed in me. Oh well, I think, turning my back on them, mentally and physically. The past doesn't matter to me any more. You know what they say, faction before blood.