Are you enjoying the story? Are you enjoying the dauntless cake?
Either way, don't forget to drop me a review :D
Stay awesome, peeps!
The scary part of this question is that it could actually happen. In a matter of a few weeks, I can end up factionless, and that's what makes this so hard to answer.
It's just a game, but it's also reality. It's the truth, just like I'd always wanted.
So what do I choose? Would I really want to go back to my family, or would it be better to live in the slums, as an outsider to society.
I know this isn't actually a choice I would ever be able to make, but I feel like my response should be what I truly feel. I don't care that sixteen other eyes look my way. I don't care that Harvey whispers things to the people next to him and they laugh. I don't care about anyone right now. I am lost in my own thoughts.
Return home to the faction I hate, or choose to live among the factionless. I can't decide which is worse.
"We don't have all night, transfer!" Harvey yells from the opposite side of the room. "What's the matter- too afraid to admit you wanna go back home?"
His voice is thick and mocking, but not in a friendly way. The comment helps me make up my mind.
I restrain from clearing my throat, a sign of lying. I try to make my voice as clear as I can.
"First off, screw you Harvey," I state smugly, then flip him my middle finger. He gives me a death stare. I should be expectiong confrontation sometime soon, but I don't care. I'm not afraid of him.
A few kids laugh at my comment, which gives me more confidence for what I'm about to say.
I take a deep inhale, then let go. "As for my answer, I choose factionless."
I hear murmurs dance across the room and I wonder if I made the wrong choice. Should I have said Erudite? Does this make me seem weak and destined for factionless?
Mara taps me, and I realize it's my turn to choose who goes next. I know exactly who to pick.
"Harvey!" I exclaim, and his laugher quickly falls into an arrogant grin. "Prove to us that you've got a pair and answer my question!"
I can tell that even he fights back a smile. "Once you tell me what it is, dear!" He sing-songs back.
I take a moment to think before I give him his options, making sure to choose something that will embarrass him.
"Okay, I've got it. Would you rather eat a raw bird or make love to me?"
His face pales just enough to allude to his discomfort. Other initiates shove him, and people exchange bets on what he's going to choose. Great to know that I'm such a hard decision, that someone would consider eating a dead bird over sleeping with me.
But we are talking about Harvey.
Time passes as he thinks about the situation, and when he finally gives his answer, I'm surprised.
"Make love to you," he declares. "You seem like you'd be good in bed."
This gains the loudest of whoops and hollers.
I don't feel embarrassed though. It's not like he means anything to me.
"Very impressive," I say, clapping, "I thought you'd go for the bird."
He smirks. "Either way it's disgusting, but I decided I'd rather get laid. Even I'd it had to be by you."
It takes the room a while to settle down their excitement from our banter and Harvey chooses his next victim, a weak looking, curly haired Candor boy.
Then Mara goes. Then Codie. Alec. Syl. Warren. And so on.
These are the people I belong with. I am not Erudite. I am not Factionless. I am Candor, and I will do anything to stay that way.
