Fearless & Reckless (Divergent Four/Tobias Eaton Love Story)

Fearless and Reckless Ch 2- "Welcome to Dauntless"

Fearless and Reckless 2

The morning of the Choosing Ceremony, I looked around my room for the last time. I didn't get a lot of sleep since I kept replaying the events from last night in my head but I felt energized for today.

As I looked around my room 11 years worth of memories came flooding through my mind. It was hard to believe that I wouldn't be coming back here after today.

I couldn't take any personal things with me so I looked through my jewelry and choose a simple red pendant I received from Johanna when I first arrived at Amity.

While getting dressed, I grabbed the black jacket I received from the Dauntless guy and tied it around my waist tightly. I put on a red flowy skirt that came up to my calf and a yellow off the shoulder top. The clothes were loose enough to hide the jacket but was tight enough to stay on my waist.

I braided my hair before going to breakfast. I ate a fairly light breakfast but grabbed an apple to eat on my way to the Choosing Ceremony.

I left earlier than usual and took my time walking to the Hub. I took in all the buildings, the crumbling streets, and the blue sky and compacted it to my memory.

When I arrived at the Hub, the building was even more crowded than usual. All the people participating in the Choosing Ceremony today had brought their parents along with them. A part of me felt a bit lonely to be here by myself, but I quickly shook that thought from my head. I already said my goodbyes and have been standing on my own for awhile. I felt sympathy for everyone else because I'm sure more than a few of us will choose other factions that they weren't born into, making a decision to leave your family behind had to be something that was very difficult and probably something I wouldn't be able to understand. Johanna and I both knew from early on that I didn't completely fit in to Amity, she knew that when I turned sixteen I would be picking a new faction during my Choosing Ceremony.

When I entered the building, I saw a sea of Amity, Candor, Erudite, Abnegation, and Dauntless in the main lobby. Dauntless took the stairs, and Abnegation selflessly took the stairs so the other factions could take the elevator. I elbowed my way through the crowd with ease since I was swift and small enough to go through the small gaps. I cut my way through the front and got in the elevator with a crowd of other Amity members. They smiled at me and I smiled at them in return as the elevator doors closed.

I arrive to the Choosing Ceremony with Amity, but I'll leave it as a new person.

The room where the Choosing Ceremony was to be held in was huge. On my right five different sections of seat separated each faction was the furtherest from the stage. Parents and other faction members sat in their designated faction area.

The stage itself was semicircle shaped and in the middle stood five pedestals with five bowls. Each bowl held a certain object corresponding to each faction: gray stones for Abnegation, glass for Candor, water for Erudite, soil for Amity, and smoldering coals for Dauntless.

When my name gets called, the faction leader of Abnegation, Marcus, will hand me a knife and I will cut my palm and let my blood fall into one of the five bowls and then I will go stand with my new faction.

I stood amongst the other sixteen year olds in the space in front of the stage. We had to stand in alphabetical order but since they were calling names from Z-A this year but since not everyone has a last name with each letter of the alphabet it's going to be T-C, which means I'm the last one who picks my faction.

Once Marcus begins the introduction speech, I glance over at where the Dauntless is sitting. I scanned each face, pierced or not, to see if I recognize anyone. My mind kept thinking back to him whenever it could. A part of me longed to see him again and another part wasn't sure why I wanted to see him again. I never had someone who consumed my thoughts so much, but his allure kept me wondering who he really was.