I exhale in audibly. I choose not to look at my father; I know he is mad at me. Instead, I go stand with the Erudite. Caleb comes over to me and puts his hand on my shoulder. I look up at him. He is grinning from ear to ear. I try to smile back, but fail when I think about our dad, who is probably watching us.
The abnegation born are the last to choose, since it is selfish to want to go first. The ceremony finally ends with an Abnegation girl named Emily Alten, choosing to stay in Abnegation, reminding me of my parents, and what they. Must be feeling.
Jeanine Mathews walks over to her new Erudite initiates with a weird crinkly smile on her face.
"Erudite this way!" Jeanine calls to us. Beer voice is high-pitched and kind of squeaky. I have a bad feeling about her. She leads us to the elevators.
"As I go down the line, I will say a number 1-7. These numbers will be your study partners and the order in which you will take the elevators to the first floor and wait for me there." She orders us. She starts down the line.
"Okay! Now that you all have a number, the ones, twos, and threes will go down the elevators. Press the buttons Spencer." A blue-clad boy with glasses walks up and presses the down buttons on the three elevators we are using. The other sevens and I wait our turn as the ones, twos, and threes file into the elevators.
I turn my head to see the rest of Erudite (my faction I mean, why can't I call them my faction). After about thirty seconds, Jeanine looks at us.
"Based on the speed of the elevator, the altogether weight of the three groups that went down, and the force of gravity, those groups should all be down by now." Jeanine explains. I see a few people looking at her intently, as if they had followed that rant (Caleb included), and the rest are like me, staring at her blankly with no clue what she said. Jeanine caught on to this.
"Candor boy, group five, press the buttons if you will." The boy quietly walked up to the elevators and pressed the three buttons.
After an awkward silence, the elevators ding and groups four through six file into the elevators. Jeanine looks at her watch. After thirty seconds, she speaks:
"Abnegation girl, group seven, press the button." Jeanine instructs me. For a second, I don't hear her, then she clears her throat and looks pointedly at me. I look around. Many people snicker. I will not fit in here.
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