That night, I don't hear my father call me downstairs for dinner. When I decide to find out why, I see that he's left a note saying that he was invited to eat with the Priors. I don't know many of Dad's co-workers. He once said that he's too embarrassed or ashamed to let me leave the house, let alone go have dinner with their families. That was a night spent in the coat closet. I cook my own dinner, a balanced meal of fish, green beans, and rice.

I sit down at the table. I can't help but think of what I'm going to do tomorrow. I'm going to change my life, become someone else. I've always been so afraid that I'm not going to make the right decision. But is there only one choice that's right? All my life I've been bruised by those I trusted. Is the right choice to leave them? Or is it better to stay, to take care of them? These questions don't matter anymore. I know where I stand. It's time that I stop taking orders. I need to make my own choices.

I clean up after my dinner in the sink. I didn't eat all of it, but as long as my father finds out, I won't get in trouble. Heck, I wouldn't get in trouble anyways. I'm free of his clutches tomorrow. As I'm walking up the wooden steps, I hear my father come in. I quickly dash up the stairs as quietly as I can. When I'm in my room, I let out a sigh of relief. I'm almost sure that if he caught me up this late, he wouldn't be happy.

I can barely sleep with tomorrow looming ahead. The thought of having to leave this life is scary, yet exhilarating. All my life, I thought that I would stay in the same faction until I died. I expected a life of giving and selflessness. Starting tomorrow, I can be whatever I want. I can wear a color besides gray. I can speak at meals.

Somehow I fall asleep amidst my thinking. In the morning I am dead tired. I motivate myself though. I quickly get dressed. Right before I open my door, I look at my room. I might not see it again. I'll sleep somewhere else tonight. My bed is made neat. My floor is spotless. The curtains are open, and even the light spilling out of them is clean. Only my shelves taint the picture of a typical Abnegation style room. Filled with various knick knacks, it's my last defiance to my faction.

I try to linger in my room as long as possible, but when I know that I can't avoid my father for much longer, I go downstairs. My father sits down at the table, and when he looks up from his newspaper, he grins at me.

"There he is. There's today's special guy. You need to hurry up and eat a good breakfast. Such an important day we've got ahead of us." He glances at his clock. "Well hurry up now, you've only got fifteen minutes now."

I shuffle towards the toaster and make toast with bread from the breadbox. I sit down with a glass of milk. I eat quietly, with Marcus seemingly deeply interested in the Candor section of his paper. Even though he seems welcoming this morning, there's still tension in the air. After I finish, we both stand up to help each other clean the dishes. My father tries to help best he can, as if I need all my energy to slice my hand and let my blood spill onto whichever object I choose. He doesn't know that it won't be touching Abnegation stones today.

Finally, the time comes where we have to leave. Marcus insists that I ride in his car with him to the Hub. He tries his best at idle conversation as we drive. His tone starts to become serious though when he says I had best make the right choice today, as if choosing another faction would give him the opportunity to punish me. Of course he knows that if I chose another faction he would possibly never see me again. The only time he would see me would be on Visiting Day, but I doubt he would dare do that.

When we get there, he parks the car in his reserved space; since he's an important government official, he gets this kind of privilege. He also gets it because it's his son's Choosing Ceremony. We make our way to the elevators along with some of the rest of Abnegation, but when we see a group of Erudite, we take the stairs so they can have the elevator's luxury. As we ascend, I pay attention the uniform thud-thud of Abnegation for what is possibly the last time. After what seems like forever, we are on the floor of the Ceremony.

I make my way through the crowd until I come to my seat, between Isabelle Egent and Kendall Dutos, two Candor girls. This year, Dauntless leaders conduct the ceremony, so I sit patiently as one of them reads an introductory speech. I'm lost in thought, so I don't notice Reese Zesker, who chooses his original faction, Amity. Nor does Jordan Teller, the first faction transfer, catch my eye. It's only when Isabelle stands up and walks over towards the five pedestals that I realize it's my turn.

"Tobias Eaton" I stand up.

The crowd expects me to choose Abnegation of course.

My father expects that.

My faction expects that.

I somehow start walking and take the knife.

They expect it so much they don't even pay attention.

They're mostly a bit bored by now.

I slice my palm.

What will they think?

What will he think?

I'm tired of him. I'm tired of this faction. I'm tired of forgetting myself.

I'm tired of my life .I think as my blood spills over Dauntless coals.

I hear a collective gasp. I grin.

Ok so I may not update for another week or two because I am going to be out of town, and therefore away from my computer.

Please review it and tell me what you like/dislike

I'm sorry if I'm not very accurate, I haven't read the books in a while.

Thank you for reading it so far though!