Second chance

by Fours lovely wife

Choosing ceremony is a day that young Beatrice prior has dreaded for the past few months. She doesn't know what to choose. She has a strong desire to transfer to dauntless but stays. Caleb leaves, so she chooses to stay with her family. She falls in love, and with the attack on the erudite, will she get a second chance? **DISCLAIMER- I do not own divergent nor it's characters:)**

2. Chapter 1

so here's chapter 1. I already have ch. 2 written so it'll be here soon. Until then, here's this.

DISCLAIMER- I do not own divergent or any of it's characters.

and, the story is going to start to diverge more in ch. 2. So without further ado...

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Chapter 1

Beatrice P.O.V.

This year Marcus is the speaker at the choosing ceremony. After we've been sitting for a few minutes, he makes his way to the podium and starts to speak.

"Welcome to this year's Choosing Ceremony. Today is the day that we honor a philosophy. That philosophy tells us that every man gets to choose their rightful place in this world." Then he went on about the history of the factions and our ancestors. He talked about our journey and zoned out as he started to talk about the manifestos...

I might be able to leave. If I leave, Caleb can make mom and dad happy. They can be happy.

"Caleb Prior" Marcus just called his name. I'm next! He walks up to the podium, he looks a little nervous. Marcus hands him the knife.

I feel numb. I am going to go up next. I still don't know what I'm going to choose. It has to be a good choice.

You must hide where no one will find you.

I watch Caleb cut into his wrist and look at mom and dad. He puts his hand over the water. Erudite! I hear gasps and murmurs and look at my dad. He's furious.

I can't leave now, my parents would be devastated. My fathers eyes are cold. I can't handle the pain that I would know that I caused my parents, if I leave.

"Beatrice Prior." I can't feel my legs, but somehow I manage to walk. I feel everyone's stares on me. I refuse to look at them.

Marcus hands me the knife and I stand in between the bowls holding burning coals and holding grey stones.

Breathe. I remind myself. Come on Tris.

I cut my hand and look between Caleb and my parents. I can't leave them, not after Caleb. I thrust my hands out over the stones. As long as I'm selfless, I can make it.

I just have to remember; I am selfless. I am brave. I am divergent.

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