An Amity transfer to Dauntless? Seems almost impossible. But for Liliana, it's the choice that will free her. She loves Amity she truly does but it feels restricting. As Dauntless you'll be forever yourself. But as initiation tensions rise and the w...
I wake to the sound of birds singing and the wind rustling the branches of the trees. The familiar Amity compound is still asleep. I can just make out the lone ray of sunshine through the curtains, a sign that I'll have to face what's coming for me. It might be the most important day of my life, after the Choosing Ceremony of course. Today is the day of the aptitude test.
The aptitude test tells me which faction I belong in. However this isn't always the faction I was born in. What would happen if I got told that I'm not Amity? What would I do then? This question has haunted for the past days nonstop. Of course I think I'm not Amity. Amity believes in universal peace. Which I don't believe in. If you're going to fight for something that's right, or that's rightfully yours, go for it. However, here at Amity, I try to do anything that's 'violent', they make me go under peace serum. And how are these people always so happy? It doesn't make sense. I always stood out here at Amity. I've accepted that but today will tell me which faction I'll fit into.
I lie there until the morning bustle starts. I can hear it as people start getting up, the children for school and the adults for the fields and through the window, I can make out the sound of the tractors started up for the day.
I stride into the dome for breakfast to see my sister Rosiela already sitting there. Rosiela is the definition of the golden child. She is Amity. Always smiling, always ready to help, always kind. Now I smile, I help and I'm kind. I'm just not that way all the time like the Amity expects. She's 14, there's 2 years until she gets to choose. Not that she'll leave anytime soon, she already got a boyfriend (and a really ugly one at that).
I sit down across from Rosiela who doesn't look up or acknowledge my presence at all.
"Good morning." I say coolly as I start eating.
She glances up and says, "oh. It's you"
I frowned, "sorry to disappoint." Jesus I knew she didn't like me much but I'm still her sister, her older sister too, a bit of respect and politeness would be nice.
She glances up again and knitted her eyebrows together, "what are you wearing?"
I glance down. I'm in my favourite off shouldered yellow crop top with slim red jeans. Sure maybe the crop top is a bit battered but it's my favourite! It's for good luck.
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