A/N: Thank you to the few people who have read this. I hope I'm not too bad of a writer and please review. I'm going to try and update as much as I can but unfortunately school is a thing so thanks! By the way any constructive criticism is welcome. Ok and also I'm freaking out because even though it's barely many at all I already have 15 views!
Tris (Beatrice) POV
When we get to the choosing ceremony all the elevators are full and many people in line so the Abnegation all take the stairs so that other people can have our spots. When we reach the top my legs are burning, but I had time to think about the faction I'm going to choose. There is no way I can stay in Abnegation I'm just not selfless enough, so I'm left with Dauntless and Erudite. I can't think anymore because Marcus, one of the Abnegation leaders has begun speaking. As the room quiets down he gives the speech that apparently it's the same all the years before. He talks about each of the factions why gathered here today…
" Beatrice, wake up!" Caleb yell whispers into my ear. Apparently I fell asleep in the middle of the speech and now I hear Marcus calling out names.
" Caleb Prior!" He calls as I'm struggling to fully wake myself up. Once Caleb gets on the stage I don't bother watching because I know he'll pick Abnegation, but then I hear the clapping. Abnegation don't clap! I abruptly look up and see my brother, MY brother, my perfectly good Abnegation brother has just chosen Erudite! As he walks over and stands behind them Marcus calls my name.
" Beatrice Prior!" When my name is called and people realize I am Caleb's sister they go completely quiet waiting to see if another Abnegation will transfer. Two years ago Marcus's own son transferred to Dauntless and ever since rumors have spread about the "Not So Selfless Abnegation?"
As I walk up the stairs to the stage I'm thinking about what people will think about if both of their children transfer. When Marcus hands me the knife he stares me right in the eye as if daring me to transfer, and I can't help wondering the rumors aren't true of my parents, but what about Marcus. I stare him right in the eye and without looking away cut my hand and stick it out over a random bowl, I don't even have to look down at my hand to know what the clapping coming from my left and then the dead silence from everywhere else means. I am forever more Erudite.