"Are you ready sweetie?" My father asks me as he puts on his suspenders. Today is the day that I choose. I chose what I will live like for the rest of my life. Yay! Hint the sarcasm. I took the test yesterday that tells me what faction I would fit best into. There are five factions. Eurodite: the intelligent ones. Abnegation: the selfless ones. Amity: the kind ones (or high ones like I always say). Candor: the honest ones. And Dauntless: the brave. I'm not sure where I belong. I don't trust the test. I don't believe that a test can tell me what I will live like the rest of my life. But some people do. "Sweetie?" My father waves a hand in front of my face.
"yeah?" I ask not remembering the question he had asked.
"Are you ready?" he repeats
"for what? Choosing the rest of my life or to go pick apples before i choose the rest of my life."I ask being a smart ass.
"Well both end the same way so I'd say... choosing the rest of your life." He says with a smile and a laugh. He's just like the rest of the Amity. High. He has no idea that I'm dying inside. I'm scared and don't know what to choose. Sometimes I wonder... How does he not realize that I am completely falling apart on the inside. before I can say anything he walks out the door and to the orchard to pick stupid fucking apples instead of talk to his little girl that he has never had a relationship with. Yeah, I'd probably pick the damn apples too.
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Kindness isn't always very kind
ActionSweet and nice. That is what I am taught. Be nice, be sweet, smile and laugh, dance and sing. Then the year that I turn sixteen comes. The year I chose. I will take the test and chose the rest of my life. The choice is mine. But my abusive mother th...
