Hi guys! I'll include the author's note up here, or at the beginning of each chapter. The following is the prologue, and the next chapter will begin while Tris is waiting at the aptitude test. Hope you guys enjoy!
Prologue: Tris POV
I got to school, 2 hours early, to prepare breakfast for the school. My parents, the principals of Abnegation Academy, made me help because they wanted to instill their school's focus, selflessness. Abnegation Academy makes breakfast for the other 4 high schools. Those four schools are Candor High, Amity Charter High School, Erudite Advanced, and Dauntless High. From an early start, we were told that the high school you chose basically chose your path in life. If you went to Abnegation Academy, you became a volunteer worker, or a government worker. If you attended Candor, you worked as a judge, or something of the sort. Amity alumni became farmers, and former Erudite Advanced pupils became inventers and scholars. We were also taught that by choosing a high school, you chose your focus in life. Being an Abnegation, you chose selflessness, choosing Candor, you are honest. If you chose Amity, you were peaceful, and choosing Erudite, you were deadly smart. But Dauntless, if you were Dauntless, you were brave. I think of this as I mindlessly package breakfast meals. In Chicago, where I live, there is segregation against every school. All the Erudites, or Noses as we call them, hate the Abnegation alumni with a passion. But until we choose our high schools on Choosing Day, all students went to the same primary and intermediate school.
An hour after arriving to school, we are finally allowed to leave, normally for an hour until school starts. Today is different, though. Today is when we take our aptitude test. This is when we find out which high school we should go to. Even though we ultimately get to choose our school, the aptitude test tells us which one we should choose. This is so nerve wracking. I was born into an Abnegation family, but I know I am far too selfish. What my test will say scares me. I must be doing something noticeable because when some Candor students walk by, they remark, "What's the stiff doing? She must be thinking about how to help us, the little imbecile." The worst part is, they anyone can say things like that because my parents raised me to be an Abnegation, so talking back would be the absolute worst thing for me to do. I can't live like this. No matter how I try or what I do, I will never be as selfless as an Abnegation. I just can't!
