When I woke up the next morning, my ipod playing a generic tune for my alarm, the other three that I shared a room with in this area, was still sleeping. On the bunk across from mine Owen, and Michael were asleep. Under me, Tara rolled over groaning. I turned it off and scrambled out of bed. I went into the bathroom catching a younger version of my mother looking at me. I looked down my stomach rolled more.
When I found out who I was, I did research. I searched for my mother, I wanted to walk up to her and tell her who I was. I had this whole image painted into my head, that she'd welcome me with open arms, introduce me to my brother and father, explain the mess she got into, that I was lost or mixed up *just so she wouldn't have to say she abandoned me* and we'd all be reunited. I thought about everything she'd do. She'd bring me back from collecting what items I was allowed to have from Dauntless, and take me home. She'd do my hair, teach me how to cook, and maintain a household. How to knit or sew. But it all came crashing down. I found her name in the records of the deceased. She died two years after I was born. Cause of death was complications while giving birth. She and the baby died. My brain let me believe that's why she had lied about me. Maybe some complications or something.
I came out of the room and got my boots on and headed out. People who were going to the ceremony were up earlier than needed. Getting ready. I went down to the mess hall. I stopped over the Chasm and looked down at the water. I liked this area a lot, because I felt like I could relate to it. Part of the water rushed and was wild, white tops formed on the water's surface as it rushed over and against rocks. Then, there was a part, where it was slower and smoother. I felt like I could relate, since most of the time I posed with the Dauntless's wildness, but when I was alone, I let that drop into a calm, slow manner. I leaned against the railing. This place was both beautiful, and terrifying.
People would take a dare and hang over the edge. The kinds of Dauntless that constantly put their life in risk were the Dauntless, that I always felt like had something to prove. Hungry to prove they belonged. that's what scared me with the possibility of staying when I chose. I knew I didn't belong, so would I drive myself to prove I did? Would I take more dangerous dares, since I didn't feel pain? Or would I be like some of the others? Who found it easier to jump down into the chasm to their death, than deal with the pressure of Dauntless. Basically every year, we had a funeral for at least one initiate who decided to jump. I felt a thudding in my chest, and I was snapped back to reality. I was standing on the railing. I stepped back onto the grated floor and my stomach pitted as I backed up slowly and into a hallway. I shook my head and walked.
When I got to the table, Uriah was poking Zeke and making fun of him. I scratched the back of my head, my long hair still down. The loose waves brushed my hair. I didn't know you were going! Uriah said as he was going with his mom to support Zeke. Their dad died before Uriah was born, Leaving Hana a single mom, with two boys and occasionally other kids she fostered. Yeah, anything for a day out of school. especially after you nailed that kid in the nose! Amar said I shouldn't brag about it. What ever, that jerk needed a good punch in the nose. They laughed some, even Hana smiled but I was still off.
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we arrived at the Hub. The Hub is a tall black tower that used to be called The Sears Tower. apparently it used to be a clothing store, or something, but now it's used for small things and most of us only enter when it's in use for choosing ceremonies. The ceremony is on the 20th floor. That means 20 flights of stairs. The only one's we'll encounter on the stairs besides fellow Dauntless members, is Abnegation. I struggled to keep up, and somewhere between the 9th and 10th flight of stairs I pushed myself out of the herd of people in black, as I was about to get trampled. Uriah and his family didn't even notice I wasn't with them. I bent over wheezing some before grabbing my bag. I was over exerting my Asthma. It was bad today. Someone bumped into me and held onto the rail as not to fall backwards on the stairs. Oh my apologies. I frowned up at the man in grey. My stomach twisted and the hairs on the back of my neck raised. Red flags. Warning signs something wasn't right.
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Dauntless Born
FanfictionI've been in Dauntless my whole life, with everything being fast paced. But don't be fooled. It wasn't my Faction of origin. I was raised into it, but you'll learn about that later not here. I was raised to run, to fight, to wield weapons, to catch...
