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We sit in a big room, in a circle. It looks like some sort of therapy class. Even the things we say make us sound like we're in some sort of therapy class.
Name. Three things we like. Three things we don't like. Three things we are good at. Former faction. Reason to switch.
The Candor borns have an easier time then the rest of us. The snobbish Candor from the first day is named Harvey, an everything he says makes it blatant about his superiority. He seems very easy to hate.
It seems easy until its your turn to speak. I've listened to nearly half the circle go. Now it's my turn.
"My name is Justine Quinn. I like to talk, read, and spend time with friends." I feel like my every word is being evaluated. I'm being studied for the truth. "I dislike liars, death, and people who say things without having a reason to. I'm good at speaking my mind, standing up for my beliefs, and choosing real friends." I take a deep breath. "My former faction was Erudite. My reason for leaving was because there was too much grey. Nothing was black and white. Nothing was a set answer. I couldn't live with that any longer, and that's why I came here. This is where I've always belonged." When I finish, I clear my throat out of nervousness. They move on to the next person, my heart still throbbing and my stomach doing summersaults.
It takes us almost a half of an hour to finish. Some kids found it easy, some kids found it hard. No one lied, not really. I adjust myself in the wooden chair. The pressure of interrogation is uncomfortable.
There are seventeen initiates in all. If you fail the initiation tests, you become factionless. If you pass you stay. It sounds easy. Easy enough.
The final test is what scares me the most. Having no control over the things you say is terrifying. But I have to face it. I take a deep breath, I don't want to cause attention to myself with a panic attack.
The next time around we have to say one thing that we've never told anybody. My heart rate increases.
Secrets.
There's a good amount of people before me, so at least I have time to prepare.
Mara says that she used to fantasize about some guy called Four when she lived in Dauntless. He was two years older and she never told anyone, because she felt childish.
Syl talks about the time he broke a piece of furniture and blamed his little sister for it. Admitting this was probably a mistake- is shows that he has lied. Something looked down upon.
The Candor initiates have a hard time with this one. They try to remember a time when they weren't completely honest. I know they all have one, no one is completely truthful. Eventually they find their secrets. Harvey's is that he used to be afraid of the dark. The idea is just is ridiculous that I stifle a laugh and glance at Mara, who's doing the same. When Harvey is done, Bianca looks at me and brushes a piece of black hair behind her ear. I cringe. Here it comes.
"Justine," she begins, in a deceivingly calm tone, her clear blue eyes cutting into me like knives , "Do you have anything to say about Harvey? You seem to be suppressing your laughter." Her voice is a creepy kind of calm that sends a shiver down my back.
A stare at Harvey in an almost challenging way. I can't lie. I have to tell him what I think. So I raise an eyebrow at him and say "You're afraid of the big bad dark?"
The tone of my voice sounds like I'm talking to a baby.
He looks embarrassed for a moment, before regaining his confidence. "I used to be afraid of it, past tense." His words shoot at me.
Bianca is staring at us, probably wondering who's going to kill whom first. I roll my eyes and sit back in my chair. I don't have time for this nonsense.
The circle continues without disruption. Each person that goes means one closer to me. My breathing gets tight. My palms sweat.
The girl to my right begins speaking, but I can't hear. I can't hear over the thumping of my heart. After a while I tune out her words completely.
"Justine," I hear Bianca's voice speaking my name through the haze. I look at her, and my mouth goes dry as she says the next words. "You're up."
