I have been living for sixteen years in a faction that offers no freedom. I could be living but I'm not. My chestnut brown hair differs from the rest of them. The Abnegation. I was born into this prison. This prison of selflessness. It's not where I belong. I am not that selfless. I'm living as two different people. It's not easy.
This is the year. The year I will pick Dauntless as my new home. I will final get to be free. Free of this prison. I shake my head and open my eyes. I can't think like this right now. Mom would scold me and possibly take my consciousness.
I layed in my plain room. The walls are bare. In Dauntless, my body will become my canvas. I got up and my hair fell to the middle of my back. My hair color was not my fault. My "Mom" dyed it blonde when she was in Dauntless.
Why She transferred from Dauntless to Abnegation is beyond me. I walk to my mirror and look at myself. I stare at me for a long time. A smug smile has appeared. I've just broken one of the rules. We can't look at ourselves for an extended period of time. I have just broken it..but no one needs to know.
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I sit at the table with breakfast on the top of it. I took a look at the spread on the table. I make an internal sound of disgust and turn my attention to my parents. "I'm not hungry. I'm sure Max'll eat what I don't." I say, getting up from the table. Max is my little brother. Currently, Mom is pregnant with our sister, Kristine.
It's a good thing I'm leaving. Kristine can live without me. I head out the door and start my walk to the bus stop. I am the only one from my family who has to worry about the Aptitude Tests, today. People keep their distance. It's for the best..my cold stare tends to send people away.
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I watch the people climb the steps of the bus and then I climb in afterwards, playing the Abnegation girl card well. I take the only available seat and watch my faction zoom by.
We soon arrive at the School and the doors squeal open. I climb down the stairs and ignore the cries of "Hey! It's a Stiff!" and the bolts of laughter afterwards. I want to turn around and say, "I am not a Stiff. I never was and I will be a member of Dauntless come tomorrow," with the coldest stare my eyes can muster.