Sorted into two (Dauntless born and non-Dauntless born), we proceeded into 'The Pit'. It is not how I imagine a pit, as mine is filled with sand, like in Kinder. This is basically a massive cave. We walk along it slowly and I have time to think. It is dark and I wonder how I let myself come into this life. Then I remember. It was luck. Pure luck. I chose by spinning around and I could have picked Abnegation and lived my life in gray. I would rather die than be Abnegation. Or Candor, come to think of it. It's just not me. But as I use my sleeve to wipe away the tear forming, I smell the bluebell perfume my mother once used. I need Erudite. It's my home. I run from the Dauntless; I run the only way I know. Back to the net. I sit there for a minute, crying. Thinking of my tear ducts releasing salt water down my face. Remembering again that erudite isn't my faction anymore, and that the Dauntless don't analyse sadness.
"Nose!" I look around to see the man whose hand I grabbed when I hauled myself from the net earlier. "What on earth are you doing? The others are gonna see the Cavern. I know Noses like the Cavern as a fact. They love seeing Geography in action, and even though I'm Dauntless I can see when an Erudite is fascinated."
His voice was gentle and I let him lead me back slowly. I've never met a friendly Dauntless. Maybe I thought hastily about this faction... my faction.
"Stray Nose." The man says as we get to the 'Cavern'. It was amazing. But for now it was not the Geography I was appreciating. It was the rush of air and the sound of water. But then I started to crave information.
"What's the rock type?" I ask shyly. I just have to know.
"Slate, actually, creates a sweet little waterfall though, doesn't it?" The man says.
"Once an Erudite, always an Erudite!" Says a Candor, Harvey I think his name was.
"Once a Candor, always a Candor, always speaking your mind!" I retorted. I guess being Dauntless is getting to my head, but you know what, I don't care. He can't seem to think of a good argument back, so grunts and walks off.
"Now, listen up, guys. The reason the cavern is here is not, I repeat, not for showing off your bravery. Stay well away from the sides, we do not want dead initiates. There will be plenty of opportunities to brag about your bravery later. I'm Amar, your coach. I'm going to give you nightmares. Let's go!"
We troop along in quiet, not silence, because of the Candors muttering behind me, but quiet. Here's your dorm, no separate girls and boys. Better for the boys, I guess, worse for the girls. Good luck. 6 am tomorrow wake-up. You'll find Dauntless clothes under your beds, along with bath and hand towels-etc. Goodnight, you will want to go to bed soon, tomorrow will be the worst day of your life!"
"Wanna bet?" I heard Tobias mutter. I wonder what forced him to leave Abnegation. I may never know, but I am starting to wonder if what the newspaper said was true- an abusive father may have been an issue at home.