It was my day. Finally, I could leave these honest (fill-in-the-blank)s. I mean, I've learned to love black and white but there are some things I'd rather not tell people. Stupid Candor. I wish I was more like my friend Cameron. She is always honest. If she hates you, she won't spare your feelings. Same if she likes you. Or if she did something bad. It's like she doesn't care about herself. That's how I decided what factions I absolutely COULD NOT choose. I obviously couldn't choose Candor (I'm not honest) or Abnegation (I care too much about myself), so that left only Dauntless, Erudite, or Amity. I always hoped for Amity, but even so I was nervous for the aptitude test. But, right now, it's all about the choosing.
I sat down between Candor's own Wes Pare and Amity's Matt Porier. Everyone was unsure what Wes would pick, what with him being such a quiet child and all, but I was almost positive he would stay in Candor. Matt had other plans. He told everyone he was going to join the Dauntless, but we all knew he'd fail their harsh initiation. Me? Well, I was still deciding. I snapped back to reality when I heard Cameron's name called. As she stepped up, it looked as if she too was struggling to decide. I couldn't imagine why. What happened next is kind of fuzzy to me, but I clearly remember her blood dripping onto the brown dirt of Amity. People tell me that, the second after she chose Amity, I stood up and everyone looked at me. They sat me down and continued with the Ceremony.
My brain couldn't stop reeling. Amity? I looked over to find Cameron in the new group of Amity Initiates, but instead I found a pair of eyes. The eyes were staring at me, clear gray. The gray eyes sat above a blue-clothed body. My choice became easy. Those eyes gave me a clear answer.
Wes's name was called. He slowly walked up to the circles of glass bowls. Eric, one of the Dauntless leaders, handed Wes the knife. Wes slowly brought the blade across his hand drawing pearls of blood. He, without a second thought, shoved his hand out over the bowl filled with burning coals. Dauntless. It was my turn now.
"Dana Perry." Eric called. I slowly walked up, thinking of those beautiful eyes. I had thought I'd never see them again. But was throwing away my results really worth it? What if he had moved on? I had to try. Eric smiled as he handed me the knife. He had a slimy smile. He was obviously hiding something. I looked the blade over in my hand, then looked back over to see those gray eyes again. I could learn to love Erudite.
