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This story is based on Divergent by Veronica Roth.
All the copyrights are for Veronica Roth, I own nothing in this story.
“This is for your own goodwill, boy.” Marcus raises the belt again. I feel nothing but pain when it comes down at my body. “Please, dad, I’m sorry!” My dad shakes his head. “Have you learnt your lesson?” I nod, crawling into a corner of my room. Finally he goes away. I sigh.
I had the Aptitude test today. “Maybe I can finally leave tomorrow” I mumble. My aptitude test didn’t go so well. I’m different from everyone else. “I’m Divergent” I whisper to myself. I have an aptitude for Dauntless and Abnegation.
They said, I can’t tell anyone about it. And my dad wanted to know, of course. He might have known I didn’t want to tell him, because he already had the belt with him. Tomorrow I can leave. Tomorrow I can be free. My dad comes in. “Are you coming with me to eat with the Prior family?”
I shake my head. I don’t like them, with their perfect selflessness. The kids are okay, I think. They didn’t choose this faction. I feel sorry for the girl, Beatrice. Everyone can see she doesn’t belong to Abnegation. I wonder if she leaves in two years.
Maybe she will become Dauntless too. I smile by the idea. Marcus leaves. I’m glad he is gone, now I can think in peace. I want to leave here. I lie too much for Candor, I’m not smart enough for Erudite, and Amity was never an option.
I’m just not nice. Maybe I don’t belong anywhere. Maybe I should just become factionless. No. I’m brave, I can deal with my father and his belt. I’m Dauntless.
It’s the day of the Choosing ceremony. I bite my lip. It’s scary that I’m going to leave this life. “It’s better, everything is going to be better now” I grab the small statue and put it on my desk. Now my father will see, that I am not Abnegation.
That I never wanted to be here. In the bus, I don’t offer my seat to a girl from Candor. I’m still Abnegation, but it doesn’t feel like that. The room where the ceremony is, is large and round. All the sixteen-year-olds stand in a line, and our names will be called in reverse alphabetical order.
I close my eyes and concentrate on my breath. It’s going to be fine. “Tobias Eaton”. As I hear my name I walk to the middle circle, there are five large bins, in every bin one thing that stands for a faction. I take the knife and cut in my hand.
The drops of blood fall hissing on the hot coals. As I walk to the Dauntless group, my eyes seek my father. He is looking at me, the whole faction is looking at me. I got the feeling they all hate me. I got the feeling I betrayed my faction. When everyone is done, we run down the stairs. This is freedom, this is Dauntless. It’s not official yet, but I feel Dauntless.