Blue, Not Black
Chapter 1: Choosing Ceremony
A/N: I have been wanting to write this story for a while. This is just a short first chapter just to give you guys a taste of how this story will be. I make it a personal goal of mine to make each chapter 1,000+ words. Also, if you haven't read my other story, Living Dauntless.
Tris' POV
I'm really nervous for my Choosing Ceremony. I already know which faction I'm choosing. I think it's pretty obvious where I belong, well for Caleb and I at least. I'm really worried, maybe they'll call my name up and they end up arresting me or even worse, killing me because of my Divergence. No one knows, I haven't told anyone. As much as it kills me to keep this big of a secret from Caleb, I know it's for the best.
When my family walks into the Hub, I see an assortment of colors; greys, blues, blacks, whites, reds, and yellows. It looks so weird to see all of these colors in the same room. Unnatural.
When we find our seats among the other Abnegation, I take my seat in between Caleb and my mother. I look up at her and notice she's already looking down at me. I smile at her and she returns the gesture.
"Just so you know, your father and I love you no matter what you or your brother choose." She whispers into my ear, only loud enough for me to hear her. She squeezes my hand and turns back to Marcus. Does she know I'm going to leave them?
I zone out, thinking about my future in my faction of choice. I hope have a great life there. I'm snapped out of my reverie when I hear the name "Caleb Prior," being called. I squeeze his hand, flash him a small smile, and watch as he walks onto the stage. He takes the knife from Marcus and slices his palm just enough that it will cut through skin and bleed. He places his hand over the Erudite bowl, water, and the blood drips into the bowl.
"Erudite," Marcus' voice echoes throughout the room.
"Beatrice Prior," I stand up and smile a small smile towards my mother and father and walk onto the stage. Marcus hands me a knife and I take it. I slice my palm, just the way Caleb did, and let the blood pool in my hand.
After, I place my hand over the bowl and let the blood drip into the bowl. I look up with a smile on my face.
"Erudite,"
A/N: This is just a first chapter, there will be plenty more where this one came from! Please leave a review and let me know what you think of it! My updating schedule will be the same as my other story, Living Dauntless, once a week, on weekends. Let me know if you think I should continue with this story.
Goal: 10 reviews, 5 favorites, and 5 follows
Until next time!
-Divergent124