The day before

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    The only thing I can focus on was the soft pitter patter of the raindrops as the fell against my window. It was the day before I would finally figure out where I actually belong. I was hoping I would end up somewhere that I could think and act on my own accord rather than following a set list of rules prohibiting anything other than peace. I suppose I could end up in Erudite, their compound isn't too bad, and I loved to learn, but they are constantly experimenting and researching, confined to a life of studying is anything but free.

   I sigh as the front door to our little shack opened. The sound of my father's shoes made me jump up from my bed and rush over to the door. It was my turn to cook dinner, and I was late. 

"H-how was work dad?" I asked sheepishly, trying to make small talk. My father was a very intimidating man, and there are many things that go on behind our closed doors that would be damning if anyone ever found out. My father was not a pacifist as the law requires us to be, and I am often his target.

    "Why isn't dinner ready Diana?" He asked with his back turned. I cleared my throat and tried to speak but instead of words, a small squeak escaped my lips. the muscles in my fathers arms clenched and tightened. I don't know much about my father's life before he chose Abnegation but I do know he used to be a member of Dauntless. The faction was supposed to be brave, full of protectors not people who abuse their children. I backed myself into a corner and waited for the oncoming storm, and it came in one harsh swing to the midsection. He was careful not to leave bruises and for that I am internally angry with him. 

    He is always so careful not to get caught, and he never does. My face is red from boiling internal anger as I prepare the blandest stew and plain white bread in the oven. I wanted him to get caught, I wanted the neighbor's to know, and I wanted his life to come crashing down, until nothing is left but the shreds of what once was a place to belong and people who looked up to him. I wanted his life to be over.

      In the morning I woke quietly, I dressed and grabbed my book bag. Today was the day I would find out where I fit in.

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