Outside Courtney's room, the leaders decided what to do with her.
"Well, it is apparent that she is not a threat. But it is very strange that she ended up here." said Jeanine. All the other leaders agreed with her. A man in grey clothing stood beside her.
"I think the best thing we could do for her, is provide some form of accomidation for the child, then let her partake in the test, and interagrate her into our society. We can let her choose where she wants to go, then she can begin her life again," the man in grey said. This man, was the overall leader of the government. Marcus Eaton. "Someone can explain to her about our society, and the factions. Let her live a normal life."
TRIS POV
Well. That was unexpected. She was born in 1998? That was over 100 years ago! And what she went through. It heart breaking. But it explains about the scars she has. Courtney was took back to her room in the hospital. She was crying hysterically. John, the leader of Candor took me outside, and asked me to explain to her about the decision, and to educate her on the factions. That was no problem for me. I wanted to help her. Not because of the Abnegation inside of me, but because I wanted to reach out and become her friend.
When I entered the room again, Courtney had calmed down, and was sitting quietly on the bed, looking out of the window at the city. She turned to look at me, her green eyes glistening under the harsh glare of the flouresent lights. "When you found me, did I have anything with me?"
"Yes, actually. You had a bag. And your clothes, obviously. Do you want them?" Four answered for me. He lifted up a green bag, that was covererd in writing. He set in gentally on the bed. Courtney grabbed it, opened the zipper, and tipped it over, so the contence fell out of it. There was a little red case, covered in moustashes, a wire of some sort, a hair brush, a jar of multicoloured plastic bands, a book and a small looking Erudite contraption. I look at it facinated.
"What is that?" I ask, unable to hold my curiosity in.
"Its an iPhone..Do you not have mobile phones?" Courtney asked, in a disbeliving voice. Of course we had phones, but not like that. Our phones were much more bulkier, and less sleak. I told her this, and she chuckled softly.
She lifted the jar of bands, and started to fiddle with them on her fingers.
"So, the leaders have made a decision. They said that you can become a part of our society if you want. That you can take the test, then choose a faction. You could start a new life." I tried to say a gentally as i could. Courtney's eyes widened at the thought.
"What the hell are factions?" She asked.
"Well, after the war, it was decided that out city would be split up into 5 different factions, to try and avoid another war. The factions are: Erudite, they are dedciated to knowledge. They blamed the war on ignorence. Amity, who are dedicated to peacefulness, and supply the city with fresh foods. They blamed conflict and hatred. Abnegation, who value selflessness and blame the war on selfish behaviour. There is also Candor, who are dedicated to honesty. They blame duplicity. And then their is Dauntless, which is our faction. We value bravery, and blame cowerdice for the war.
"In two days time, there is a test for all 16 year olds. It will give you lots of choices, and will asses your personality. The result given is the faction which you are most suited for. but you don't have to choose that faction if you don't want to. You can choose which ever you like."
Courtney absorbed this information with a little difficulty.
"When I was getting questions, you all seemed shocked at my birth year. How long ago was it?" she asked.
I looked at Four, hoping he would read my mind and aswer for me, and thankfully he did.
"It was over a hundred years ago."
Courtney's face went blank. "Well, I probably should just do what the leaders say. After all. I can't go home. Everyone I love is dead."