GUYS I FEEL SO BAD FOR NOT UPDATING IN SO LONG BUT TO BE FAIR MY TEACHER HATES ME.
UGHHH I HATE SCHOOL.
CHAPTER TRIS YAS
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Chapter VI. Thinking
BEATRICE
A loud, repeated beeping startles me out of slumber. I shoot up, hitting my head on the bunk above me. I can hear the groans of the other initiates and hands slamming on machinery.
I hold a hand to my painful forehead, wincing.
"Beatrice, are you okay?" I look up to see Caleb, looking at me with a worried expression. I nod stiffly, "Yeah, I'm fine."
My eyes find their way to the alarm clock on the desk monotonously beeping and I slam a hand on it carelessly, and the ringing stops.
The door bursts open and our instructors walk in.
"Good morning everyone," Cara says with a strained smile on her face.
"Morning," everyone mumbles in chorus.
Fernando tucks in his lips. "Right. Anyway, today we have a small timed test. It is to test your knowledge in various topics. It will also determine your strengths and weaknesses. You will eat in the cafeteria first, with an allotted time of one hour or so, and meet us back here, in the dormitory." He says. "Questions?"
A few hands raise.
"When will breakfast be served?" Bianca asks.
"Breakfast is served every morning at nine to eleven. Dining hall doors open in an hour and a half," Cara answers.
"What topics will we be tested on?" asks Jackie.
"You'll find out. But I suggest you study all of your textbooks."
"How much time will we have?" questions Nate.
"An hour, two."
"How many questions does the test have, and how long do you think it will take for us to finish?" Carl says.
"Ah. Well, the test does not have that many questions, but rather many steps to each complex question. In total, there are only about twenty." Cara states.
The rest of the hands go down.
"Right. Well, we will meet you back here in about an hour and a half." The two young Erudite members leave with a nod.
I recall the events of last night and frown.
I need to make up my mind, I think. And I need to tell Caleb.
The room is lively, the initiates changing and freshening up, yet there is complete silence; everyone still has the sleep visible on their face. Everyone does something, acting like mindless drones.
I stretch my arms and yawn.
I stand up and accidentally bump into Aiden, who looks half-awake and has a scowl implanted on his messy, yet still handsome, face. "What," he begins, tone angry and vicious until he turns around and faces me.
"Sorry Aiden," I say sheepishly. He gives me a small scowl. "It's okay. I'm just not a morning person." He groans. "God," he complains. "I feel like throwing up and my head is swirling in circles rapidly,"
I pry into my memories and try to go through the events of last night, skipping the talk with Jeanine and going straight into dinner.
Flashback
"You should probably bring those two back to the dormitory with you… when they wake up they'll feel like they're in a hangover,"
I don't know what a hangover is, but I still nod.
"Oh, like you've ever been in a hangover," Cara smirks at Fernando.
He mocks surprise. "Oh. Okay. So my own fellow instructor," His words are deep and over-exaggerated, "Doesn't believe me. Okay. I see how it is." He flips his hand behind his head as if he has long hair, and struts away.
Flashback End
My eyes widen in realization. "What?" he asks, holding a hand to his head.
I shake my head. "Nothing." I decide that this isn't the time to tell him.
I look over at Hunter, who groans out in pain, sitting on the top bunk and swinging his legs.
Right. Too much Erudite fizzy soda, plus a former Dauntless and former Candor, plus a bet, equals hangover.
I reach under my bed and pull out fresh new clothes, and a pair of heels. I have worn heels before; once in Abnegation, when I was much younger and my mother wanted me to look nicer for a large business dinner. That night, my father was accepted on the council and worked his way to second-in-charge.
After changing in the restroom, I put on the heels. The soft blue material looks fine and professional, and doesn't cut into my feet. I fix the sleeves of my plain t-shirt and fold the hem of my denim jeans.
I look up to see Kristen looking sharp and professional in a tight-fitting blue dress and cardigan that shows off her curves. "Hi Beatrice," she says with a large grin on her face.
"Okay, you cannot be smiling this early. You're either a robot or an Amity," Hunter joins in on the conversation from the next bunk over. He sits up, a permanent scowl on his face and looks like he is about to puke at any moment.
"Hey, I take offense to that," Joey says. Henry nods, not hearing the obvious sarcasm in Joey's words. "Yeah!" he exclaims. "Not all Amity are always happy and smiling,"
Almost everyone's eyebrows raise. "So, that's like saying not all Candors are honest," Falcon remarks.
"Ugh!" Charity groans. "That's the thing of each faction. Not all people in their factions follow the stereotypes, but most people do!"
"So the stereotype of Amity members eating Amity bread and getting high is true or false?" Lei asks, her voice dripping with curiosity.
"False! It's not our fault that we have Amity peace serum in our bread!" Charity's pitch is getting slightly higher in irritation while defending her former faction.
"As much as I enjoy the small conflict of stereotypes," a familiar voice booms, "But I'd prefer for you to not bring back your old factions." A woman in a blue dress and cardigan steps into the dormitory.
"Faction before blood, correct?"
Jeanine.
She wears a smile on her face, and holds a clipboard in her arms.
Her eyes travel throughout the room, and those too intimidated by her look down. The rest meet her gaze.
I stare steadily into her eyes, as well as Caleb.
Her gaze meet mine for just a second, then turns it elsewhere.
It is a quick glance, but her eyes bore into mine. Her eyes scream for me to say one word.
"Yes." And suddenly, I realize that the one word was said out loud, and my heart pounds for a moment. Everyone faces me, some with a small look of shock visible on their face.
And I realize that I said that word. "Yes, what exactly, Beatrice?" Jeanine looks at me.
I gulp, scrambling for an answer. "Yes… you are correct." I clear my scratchy throat. "Faction before blood is the number one rule, and it is important that it is honored and followed in every faction."
She gives me a smile. "Correct Beatrice." Is what she says, but her eyes say otherwise. "Choose."
That one word.
Choose.
It starts everything. It begins the Aptitude test, which decides your future. That one decision makes everything. It forms your future, molds it. "Choose." is the first thing that is said in the test, where you must choose a knife or a piece of cheese. I chose none.
"Choose." You choose your new faction in the Choosing Ceremony. You either get to be a full-fledged member in that faction, or fail and become factionless. And wherever you drop your blood begins your future. I chose Erudite.
Decisions are the most important thing possible.
Because if you make the wrong one, things will definitely go wrong.
And I hope that I did not make one of those decisions; the types of decisions that wreak havoc
But it's too late. My actions in the Aptitude test lead to something dangerous.
Divergence.
One bad decision.
I chose Erudite.
Not as much of a bad decision, but it leads to another one.
Being a spy for Erudite.
It's all connected; all one chain reaction. All one future for one person.
And unfortunately, I am that one person.
Heck, I'm probably the only person in this world with these decisions to make.
Jeanine continues talking, but I zone out of her lecture. I can hear the faint words "glasses" and "look more intelligent" and I think about listening, but I don't.
Apparently Jeanine left the room, because everyone visually relaxes.
Aiden stands up and wobbles over to the first-aid kid on the wall, pulling out a small box which reads: Pain reliever.
"Hey," Hunter says, sitting up. "Toss me one," Aiden opens the box and holds a small plastic package the size of my thumb nail and throws it at him.
He successfully catches it and drinks the pill with a bottle of water, Aiden doing the same.
Kristen gives me a look, crossing over to my bunk—everyone returned to their bunks when the leader of our faction walked inside of our dormitory.
She looks me up and down, a judging Candor look on her face. "What?" I ask.
She tuts, shaking her head. "You can't be wearing… that!" She motions to my casual outfit and her classy one.
I raise an eyebrow. "It's just a test…"
She shakes her head. "This is Erudite. Everyone always looks sharp, professional, and neat! You," she juts a finger at my collarbone, "are part of everyone! Get changed!" I roll my eyes and she digs through my box.
Sooner or later, I come out of the bathroom wearing the requested outfit.
I wear a white tank top with ruffles, a long, blue trench coat, and a short, blue pencil skirt.
"O-M-G! You look so sexy!" I playfully hit Kristen and roll my eyes.
She isn't wrong though, the outfit shows off the little curves I have and enhances them, and the skirt goes perfect with my thin legs. She also fixed my hair into a braided ponytail.
Caleb hops down from the top bunk and his eyes travel up and down my body, and frowns. "Bea, that's too revealing. I want you to change." He commands, his voice stern. He gives Kristen a look.
He has always been quite protective of me, since we are very close for siblings. "No, she looks sexy!" Kristen exclaims. I blush red in embarrassment.
Caleb turns red. "No," He reprimands me. "Sexy, means that she's ready for sex. Which she is not!" he whisper-shouts the sentence so that only Kristen and I can hear him.
If it is even possible, I turn redder. He doesn't know about my fear… no one does.
Kristen stifles a laugh and shakes her head. "Come on, please?" She pleads with puppy-dog eyes. "Oh, come on. Since this is Erudite, she'll have to get used to wearing it anyway!"
Caleb looks me up and down and narrows his green eyes at Kristen. He sighs in annoyance. "Fine," he mumbles.
"Yay!" Kristen squeals. I unfold my arms from my chest.
I look at the alarm clock, and it's another half hour until the dining hall doors first open.
I sit on my bunk bed and think.
A wolf whistle attracts my attention and I look up to see a grinning Aiden, and a glaring Caleb.
"Wow, the stiff looks H-O-T hot!" He says seriously, but in his eyes I see playfulness.
Nonetheless, I blush and look down at my blue heels.
"Aiden," Caleb warns, crossing over to our bunk from Falcon's—I think they were debating whether or not Aquaponics are healthy or not.
Aiden puts his hands up in the air in defense. "Hey, I was just kidding," He looks at me. "But not about the hot part," he gives me a wink that other girls would faint at, and I blush.
Everyone in the dormitory talks with one another until Sophia says, "The dining hall is open now!"
Everyone races out of the dormitory and Caleb, Kristen, Aiden, Hunter, and I trek behind.
"No Erudite soda for you guys this time," Kristen says seriously, jabbing a finger at Hunter and Aiden's chests.
They put their hands up in defense. "Okay, okay," they chorus. "God, my head hurts." Hunter says, holding a hand to his head.
Aiden scoffs. "Used to it," he says with a proud smirk.
Caleb rolls his eyes.
We walk to the dining hall, me almost tripping over my heel on the way there but being caught by my brother.
We sit down at our regular table.
There are pieces of bacon, eggs, and hash browns. I eat the eggs plain, remembering the taste of the plain, tasteless scrambled eggs in Abnegation.
Thoughts of Abnegation make me frown, remembering the events of last night.
"Caleb," I whisper to my right, where Caleb sits.
"Hmm?" he hums, mouth full of hash brown. He swallows. "Yes?"
When he sees the expression on my face, a wave of worriedness washes over his face. "Bea? Are you okay?"
I shake my head. "I need to talk to you later. It's important." I say quietly.
We eat for a while, and then head back to the dormitory. When the doors open, we bump into Fernando and Cara.
"Good to see that you are all well-fed. Now, time for your tests!"
-o0o-
"Wow, that was easy." Exclaims Caleb.
"Ugh! I didn't know what number six was, though!" Kristen says.
"That was easy!" Hunter says.
"Yeah," Aiden joins in. I keep quiet though. "You just had to divide the first ten numbers of pi by the answer of x!"
"How am I supposed to remember the first ten numbers of pi?!"
The test was pretty easy, I just had a little trouble on the science part.
We walk through the halls of Erudite, nearing the shopping part of the compound.
"Hey," Kristen says, stopping at turning to look at something.
"What?" I ask, halting to a stop and turning to face her.
"Didn't we need to get glasses? I think Miss Jeanine said that it was mandatory,"
I frown. I don't need eyeglasses. Maybe that was what Jeanine was talking about earlier when I zoned out.
Hunter shrugs. "Well, I guess we have to. Oh, there's Falcon, Roxy, Lei, Bianca, and Aaron!"
We see the five fellow initiates holding pairs of glasses in their hands at the large eyeglass shop.
I really don't want glasses, but I have to.
We walk to the store and wave at Falcon and the others. They wave back, smiling.
Lei approaches us, her bright blue eyes shining. "Hey guys!"
"Hi," we chorus.
Aiden raises an eyebrow. "Aren't you guys Erudite-born? Why are you here?"
"Oh," Bianca says. "We need new ones. They have special ones in stock just for Erudite initiates. All of the other transfers already got theirs. You guys here for them?"
We look at each other. "I guess."
Falcon and Bianca go to help Aiden, Roxy helps Hunter, Aaron helps Caleb, and I stand alone in the corner of the well-lit room. I browse the walls filled with a large variety of eyeglasses.
"Hey Beatrice," Lei says. She smiles at me. I smile slightly back.
"Hey Lei,"
"Hmm. Beatrice is too long. I think I'll call you Bea."
I smile. "That's what Caleb calls me anyway."
"Oh, your brother?" I nod.
She grins. "Okay. How about we get you those glasses?" She gestures to the new pair of thin black frames on her nose.
I nod.
Thirty minutes later, I am looking in the mirror at an Erudite girl in thin black frames, with her gold hair in a bun and grey-blue eyes shining behind the glass.
"Wow. You look total Erudite!" Kristen exclaims, setting her glasses back on her nose.
"Yeah… I guess…" I say.
It might be a bad thing, I think.
Lei put my hair up in a braided bun because she thought that I would look the part.
The glasses look strange on me. It just doesn't… feel right.
Caleb looks pretty weird, too. The glasses kind of suit him.
But Aiden and Hunter—they look really strange.
Both basically Dauntless, wearing glasses that they don't even need.
"Thanks guys!" We say, waving at the helpful Erudite born.
They wave back, and we walk back to the dormitory, it's about half past three.
"What do we do for the rest of the day?" Aiden asks, lying down on his bunk.
"I don't know," I say. "Fernando and Cara said that we had the rest of the day off and we begin the studying portion of initiation tomorrow, so I guess we study."
"Okay, let's hit the books!" Hunter says. "God, I am not used to these glasses."
We nod in agreement.
-o0o-
We studied until lunch, and then after lunch, we checked out the toy shop. They actually have really cool stuff there; toys that help increase your IQ.
With the points that we received, we decided to pitch in for a circular puzzle with different colors. It's called a "Rubix 360", and it's actually quite hard to solve.
We—mainly Hunter, Aiden, Caleb, and Kristen—have been handing each other the sphere with a maze-like puzzle inside, trying our best to solve it.
"Ugh! This is impossible!" Aiden groans. He tosses the sphere to Caleb, who tries for five minutes, then frowns and hands it to Hunter. Hunter just looks at it and looks at me. "Want to give it a try?"
I look up from my science textbook, my glasses falling off of my face.
"Uh…" I look at everyone's frustrated expression on their faces and look back at Hunter. "Sure?"
He hands me the sphere. I examine it and twist it all sorts of directions. It takes me ten, twenty minutes until all the colored balls are in the small capsules.
"Did it," I announce. The four of them sit up on their beds and gape at me.
"…What?"
"How in the name of Erudite did you do that?!" Kristen exclaims.
"That's not fair!" Aiden whines like a baby.
I shrug. "I guess I'm just good at puzzles…"
"Of course you are!" Hunter says, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Then you wouldn't have been able to solve this stupid thing." He gestures to the sphere in my hand.
"You're really good at thinking, Bea!" Caleb says.
No, I'm not, I answer in my head. If I was, I would have made my mind about last night by now.
I look down. "Yeah, I guess."
Suddenly, a surge of confidence runs through me.
Thousands of thoughts, pros, and cons swirl around in my head.
I sit up.
I know what I need to do.
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