When I got to school all of the kids were ether excited or nerves about choosing a faction. I was more on the nervous side than excited I mean your choosing the rest of your life by saying one word for crying out loud. Every day I watch the dauntless born kids jump from a train and onto school property just to make a dramatic entrance but the reality is half of them will have died or ended up factionless by next week. The only catch about choosing a faction is that you have to pass initiation to make it into faction and become a member, and if you don't you'll end up factionless. Everybody becomes silent when we hear the principal on the inter come " will all of the sixteen year olds please report to the gym for the choosing ceremony... Thank you."I shuffle my way into the the gym and stand backstage waiting for my name to be called. Tradition for the ceremony is that you have to cut your hand with a knife and hold it out over your chosen factions symbol. The other catch is that if you change factions from the one you were already in, you become a traitor to you faction and are not allowed back under any circumstance. Everybody in your family is allowed to be there so the room is packed, i know my father is there but not out of love its out of malice and anger that he's hear and probably just for the amusement to see what ill pick. The first name is called, its a little erudite girl dressed in all blue(standard erudite color). She cuts herself with the blade and hangs it letting the blood drip over a stack of books. "i choose erudite" she says proudly and goes to stand behind the erudite sign. Kid after kid they choose and choose and choose. Then there is only one kid in front of me and they call his is walks up onto the stage shakily swipes the blade across his wrist but then holds it out over a stack of books. Gasp escape all of the amity members there. He is the first faction transfer and he will be remembered as a traitor to his family, he goes to stand behind the other erudite kids. Then they call my name and I step forward. I glance at my dad who has his arms folded and is tapping his shoe. I am handed a knife and I bring the blade across my wrist. The crimson red color of blood rushes from the cut. I hold it out over a pile of coals and let the blood drip down onto them, they sizzle on contact."I choose dauntless" I say loudly, and go to stand behind the other dauntless initiates. Soon all of the kids have chosen a faction and its time to leave to leave, most factions go to there head courters by bus and or car... but not dauntless. All dauntless kids including me run up the stairs and into the daylight. There all pumping fist and yelling waiting next to the train tracks. As I look down the road i see what they are waiting for... we have to jump onto the train.