Marcus repeats the same speech that has been said for years during the Choosing Ceremony, it's probably tradition but bores me anyway.
The first name is called. A boy from Candor, he picks up the silver dagger, cuts his hand and spills a droplet of blood into the bowl filled with glass.
There are five bowls containing: glass for Candor, earth for Amity, grey stones for Abnegation, water for Erudite and lit coals for Dauntless.
The Ceremony seams to go in fast-forward, up until my name.
"Eaton, Catarina" Marcus says. Nervously I walk forward to the platform, take the dagger and cut my hand.
I guide it toward the middle of the Abnegation and Dauntless bowls and I see Marcus smile as he thinks I am going to pick his faction.
At the last second, I move my hand towards to Dauntless bowl. A single drop of my blood hits the coals, and hisses slightly.
I hear many gasps of shock, and after a pause the Dauntless start to cheer and clap. I walk forward with a shy smile on my face, and I get a few pats on the shoulder and back from the older Dauntless members. For once in my life, I feel accepted.