I don't own Divergent. If I did, ¾ of future Chicago would still be alive.

Violet POV

The next morning I wake up to Peter standing over me. My cheek hurts. He must have slapped me again. If you compare Vincent's and Peter's slaps, Peter's are like a feather hitting your face.

"Why do you always do that?" I ask with a hint of anger in my voice.

"Because its fun," He pauses when I glare at him, "and it's the only way to wake you up."

"Great, now leave I have to change,"

I shower and put on a black dress with a white blazer, my flats, and a black bow in my hair. I finish it of with my silver candor necklace, which I tuck into the top of my dress.

We take the bus to get to the choosing ceremony at the hub. It is the tallest building in the city. I can't see the top through the thick layer of clouds, even when I tilt my head back. The elevator is crowded, but a group of Amity still squeezes into it. On the twentieth floor, we get off.

The room where I will decide the rest of my live is arranged in circles. On the outside circle are the members and parents of the factions, according to faction, so there are five sections. Then come the sixteen-year olds. We arrange in reverse alphabetical order. Peter is to the left of me. He is wearing a black suit. To the right of me is a boy from Erudite, named Edward Hallan. He is wearing a blue suit and tie. Erudite. The last circle is a table with five bowls on it. A substance that represents each faction is in each bowl. Earth for Amity, water for Erudite, glass for Candor, grey stones for Abnegation, and lit coals for Dauntless.

The responsibility to run the ceremony switches each year from faction to faction. This year is Abnegation's turn. A guy named Marcus will give the opening speech and then read our names in reverse alphabetical order. I will choose before Peter, Molly and Drew. When Marcus reads my name, I walk up to the front and take the knife he offers me. Then I will cut my hand and let my blood flow into the bowl of the faction I choose.

"Welcome, Welcome to the Choosing Ceremony." Marcus starts, "Welcome to the day we honor the democratic philosophy of our ancestors, which tells us that every man has the right to choose his own way in this world. Our dependents are now sixteen. They stand on the precipice of adulthood, and it is now up to them to decide what kind of people they will be. Decades ago our ancestors realized that it is not political ideology, religious belief, race, or nationalism that is to blame for a warring world. Rather, they determined that it was the fault of human personality—of humankind's inclination toward evil, in whatever form that is. They divided into factions that sought to eradicate those qualities they believed responsible for the world's disarray."

I have no idea what I believe in. Aggression?

"Those who blamed aggression formed Amity."

Ignorance?

"Those who blamed ignorance became the Erudite."

Duplicity?

"Those who blamed duplicity created Candor."

Selfishness?

"Those who blamed selfishness made Abnegation."

Cowardice?

"And those who blamed cowardice were the Dauntless."

I blame cowardice, I do. I know I am a coward myself, but I just can't change. Is Dauntless really the right choice? Would Erudite be better for me? Or maybe even Abnegation? I grab Peter's hand tightly. He must notice I am having second thoughts, because he leans down to me and whispers in my ear.

"Violet, if we go, we go together, remember? You are strong and would make a great Dauntless leader,"

I nod my head and smile, "Thanks Peter,"

Marcus keeps talking. "Working together, these five factions have lived in peace for many years, each contributing to a different sector of society. Abnegation has fulfilled our need for selfless leaders in government; Candor has provided us with trustworthy and sound leaders in law; Erudite has supplied us with intelligent teachers and researchers; Amity has given us understanding counselors and caretakers; and Dauntless provides us with protection from threats both within and without. But the reach of each faction is not limited to these areas. We give one another far more than can be adequately summarized. In our factions, we find meaning, we find purpose, and we find life. Apart from them, we would not survive."

The silence that follows is greater than ever before. The greatest fear of everyone is to be factionless.

I tune out from the rest of Marcus' speech, until I feel someone push me forward. It's my turn. Thank you, Peter! I walk to the front of the room and accept the knife from Marcus. I walk towards the bowls.

Peter was right, if we go, we go together. Besides him, I have no family. Our mother died when we where little and Vincent has never been a father to either of us. I cut the palm of my hand. I move my hand forward and let my blood flow into the bowl of the faction I chose. The blood sizzles on the coals.

Sorry its kinnda short, will update soon. Hope you enjoy and tell me what you think! Thanks!