Today is Choosing Day. The day I have the power to change my life and get away from the dreariness of my old life. I get ready in the same, mindless, monotonous way Abnegation has ingrained in me since the day I was born. Never looking in the mirror, never being able to appreciate myself, never being able to simply be myself. I walk downstairs to find my mother and father sitting at the kitchen table alone. My brother, Caleb, already transferred to Erudite, the lucky bastard. I sit down at the bland table and my mother says "Today is the big day, Tris. I hope you will do best by your faction. We are your family."

This crazy bitch is actually trying to make me stay here. Is she crazy? Does she not see how unhappy and unfulfilled I am?

I can only nod my head as I know if I open my mouth, only laughter and "fuck you" would exit. We, as a faction, leave our sector at a prompt 10 in the morning, only to finally enter the Hub hours later. There is never arriving early in Abnegation because there is always a door to be held open for somebody or a person to assist in any capacity. Now do not get me wrong, I love to help people when they need it and will always volunteer to sacrifice myself, but I cannot believe that I always have to be the one to make those sacrifices. You can call me selfish all you wish, but I knew that in a few short hours I could leave that part of my life behind.

Walking in, all I see is a sea of colors. All ordered and separated within each other. I follow my parents to our seats to wait in our seats amongst the rest of Abnegation. As Marcus Eaton, Abnegation's leader, begins his long-winded message to the rest of the factions, I can't help but look over to Dauntless. Every single member sitting on the opposite side of the Hub couldn't be more different than the people I am currently surrounded by. I am so enamored by that stark difference that I don't even realize that Marcus has called my name. It takes my mother nudging me saying "Beatrice, it's your turn". I can feel the blood pumping through my veins as I climb down the stairs and reach five bowls. I grab the knife sitting on the table in front of me and make a quick slice through my palm letting the blood pool in my hand. It feels like the entire room goes silent, no breathing, as I hold my hand over the sizzling bowl filled with coals. As the first drop lands with a sizzle, the Dauntless crowd roars and I can't keep the smirk off of my face nor do I even attempt to look at the remnants of my old life.