The assembly gathered in front of me is supposed to be the smallest since the war but to me, it seems as if the room is seething new people by the second.

I'm sitting on the farthest left chair on the first row of Dauntless, fixedly staring at the huge choosing bowls to keep my racing mind at bay. Next to me, Tobias and Dany are literally knee-deep in conversation about the new initiates, but I can't muster the will-power to talk with them.

I awkwardly feel my teeth jittering at the thought of rambling nothing in front of this mass audience. Just the sheer thought of it rises a lump to my throat.

Simultaneously, the audiences nervous chatter ceases, only increasing my anxiety. A light tap on my thigh sends my eyes straight to Tobias, greeting me with an encouraging smile. I hesitantly rise from my seat, feeling dozens of eyes steer towards me.

By the time, I've actually come to a stand-still in the centre my hands are shaking so badly, I'm sure the audience can see. I clear my throat, flinching at the sound of it echoing through-out the silent room.

Inhaling deeply, I peel my eyes away from my shoes. A wave of emotions hit me, I can literally feel the anxiousness and fear bubbling in the room- oozing from people's faces.

People simply dressed in their assigned colours have their soul attention trained on me, not threateningly, but almost encouragingly. A sense of confidence pushes my forward, allowing my mouth the reigns of my speech;

"Welcome everyone! Welcome to your new self, should I say?

"No, I shouldn't. Because no matter if you convert factions or stay, you're still the same person- only proving that you are who you are." A slowing circle, soaking in all the attention and projecting my voice with this new-found confidence, "That you might get stronger or even weaker but you will always be you.

"Now, let us take a little trip down memory lane; Factions, as you know were created to protect us from ourselves- to hold us down to one trait. But Factions were almost our destruction, too, remember?

"You're probably thinking- then why have them? And the answer is- because we're not ready to let go. We're not ready to completely change because deep down- like I was saying before- we're still the same. But if we co-operate, we can find where we belong. We can salvage the goodness our system must offer.

"If you feel secluded from one place, then know this- you can change to the faction to which you feel more at peace. More at home. But know this! We might be separated by colour into five different sectors but we are one- each and every one of you are a significant piece to a puzzle determined to mend what our ancestors broke. We are the tools to tomorrow.

I scoff, rolling my eyes at myself, "Cheesy?" I ask, receiving minute laughs, "I know. But true all the same.

"What I said was confusing, I know. But you will get your heads around the fact that you are you- no matter where you go. You are you and that's what's going to change our future.

"We were broken- yes. But ever so slightly- we mend each other!"

I end with a gush of pride, staring into lightened faces. I've now turned back to the Dauntless- scanning over barely recognisable faces for Tobias'- who is standing with a loud smile etched into his lips, creasing his eyes.

A thunderous applause greets me, giving me a shock which must be evident on my face since Tobias lets out a low laugh. Next to him, Dany's clapping eccentrically, nodding vigorously. She waves me over as the clapping fades and I exchange one last smile to the auditorium before shuffling back to my chair, receiving many slaps on the back and murmurs of encouragement.

I can faintly hear Dany reading out the name of the first kid to choose, but I'm too focused on my achievement, and to make it all better, Tobias laces his hand through mine, giving it tender squeezes. I turn my head to gaze into his eyes, pride glowing through the ocean.