Tris POV
On the bus ride back home at the place where we get off I dig through my pockets and find some dried fruit for the factionless man driving it while my father mutters something about "Stupid Erudite" and "I'm embarrassed to call him my son".
At home I finally decide to try knitting. After a couple minutes of adding and loosing stitches and much frustration, dinner is ready and I go sit down at the table.
"Beatrice, were you nervous at the ceremony today?" Asks my mother.
"No,"
This is why I could never be Candor.
"Were you?"
"Only to the point of having a panic attack as soon as I stepped foot inside the building."
"What job are you looking at?" Asks my father.
"Maybe a city council member."
"I'm proud of you no matter what." Says my mother.
I get the feeling that she knows I almost chose Dauntless. That I almost betrayed her.