So here I am. Everyone's been talking about this day for a couple of weeks now. The final test in stage two, which happens to be the final test of initiation. Everyone's excited, not me. If I fail this, I fail Dauntless initiation. I'll be factionless. Might as well be dead. No. Anything's better than dead. Or is it? I mean, leaving your family to go to a different faction is pretty much the same as leaving your family to go to another dimension. But you just don't know where you're going this time. You'd have to be extremely brave to try it though. And I never will.
I follow everyone else to a room I haven't noticed before. It's massive though. I look over to Justina. She catches my gaze and walks over to me.
"Hey," I say, "what happened to your hair?"
She shoves me. "It's called the pixie cut and it looks amazing."
"Tsk, it—okay, it is pretty damn awesome." I smile. I hate using words like damn and crap because I've been taught not to use them for sixteen years. I feel that if I use words like this that I'm betraying my faction even more.
There are screens on the walls and a bunch of chairs on the floor. There is also a door at the end of the room. The screens just show an empty chair. Wait! People are going to see me screaming in my fear landscape! Well, I'm prepared for probably the most embarrassing day of my life.
Steve stands up I front of everyone and when I turn around, I find that everyone has already taken all the seats, so I sit on the floor.
"Initiates, as you all may know, this is the final test of initiation. You will each being going through every one of your fears. You have to try do it as fast as you can or you'll get a bad score." I wonder what happened to Jordan. No one has seen him in days. People are starting to think he's dead. I don't know. But, that's one less problem I have to worry about. And Steve can replace that problem. He's so annoying.
"We aren't doing any specific order so, first up; Jessica," says Steve.
An hour has passed and all I've seen is people screaming, crying and squirming. I think I'm about to die of Bordem.
"Emily." What? Oh yay. I'm terrified now. What if I don't make it? What if I pass out? What if I have a fit and everyone sees it. I gulp and follow Steve to the door at the end of the room.
We enter another room—obviously—and I take a seat in the chair that's there. I peer around the room, searching for that camera. I find it and smile to it. Then I give the peace sign. You know, because Amity and all, the peaceful.
"Do your best, get a good score, blah, blah, blah, I'm tired." Wow. Steve is lazy.
"Okay. Because I understood all of that." I give him a sarcastic smile.
"Whatever. You ready?" I nod. And he stabs me with the needle.