Black blazer, white shirt, black pants, black tie, black shoes.
Truth, seen like black is black and white is white. Nothing more, and nothing less.
LIES.
Lying was the most colorful about her life at this point. That, and the color of her brothers eyes. Syn, who had inherited their fathers crystal clear blue gaze, while she, as her father likes to say, has her mothers eyes. Well, she never met her mother considering she passed away during her childbirth, but she wasn't about to shake her fist at a dead woman's grave for being born with hrt dark brown iris'.
"Good luck, C."
Cal looks at her brother, who had just returned from the aptitude test, and frowns. His hands are balled into fists as he sits beside her again, and the color in his cheeks has gone away until he looked a sickly green. Caldera takes in a deep breath, her name is being called along with the name of another Candor girl she doesn't know very well. She stands, adjusts her blazer and loosens her lucky tie. She steps forward, walking at an even pace with the other Candor girl.
Caldera tries to count to five in her head to steady her nerves and excitement - at this point she can't tell which she feels more, all she knows is her heart is racing a mile an hour.
ONE.
She is met with the kind face of an Abnegation woman, the one to administer her test.
TWO.
Caldera stares at her reflection in the mirrors that line the room. The ceiling doesn't make her hair look any lighter as it curtains her face in pin straight strands that barely tickle her collar bones. Her hand crinkles along the side of her black pants as she bunches up the fabric in between her fingers.
THREE.
"It doesn't hurt," the Abnegation woman's voice is small and quiet, "You can go ahead and have a seat."
Caldera sits as the Abnegation woman instructed, the recline of the chair makes her heart climb into her throat and she slowly wipes her palms against her slacks. She clenches her jaw, grinding her teeth together as she takes a deep breath in through her nose.
FOUR.
Electrodes are placed around her face and Caldera tenses her jaw when a drink is offered to her. She is about to refuse, say she is not thirsty, but the look on the Abnegation woman's face suggests that it is part of the test. She must drink it.
So she does.
FIVE.
"Choose."
Caldera doesn't hesitate, she doesn't ask questions, she doesn't dwindle on her choice.
She grabs the knife.
AUTHORS NOTE
Thank you to Blueberry98 & Savanah Rose for the reviews! They definitely inspire me to keep on writing.
Drabbles are short in the beginning but will eventually lengthen once the Dauntless.
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