Amendment

     It's choosing day. I can't breathe. 

     Well of course I can breathe, I would be dead if I could not breathe. What I was saying was simply metaphoric. Of course the proper term would be Hyperventilating. I guess I am a little disorientated. Of course my aptitude is Erudite and I will choose Erudite but... I am still shaking. I am afraid.

I kind of hoped that my aptitude was something else...

No! I don't know what I am saying! That would be preposterous. My parents did not mold me into this, only for me to choose another faction, betray and disgrace them. 

     I look at myself in the mirror in front of me. I am wearing a pretty blue dress. I couldn't imagine wearing any other colour than the colour of my faction. It truly is the best colour. And my faction symbol - The beautiful blue eye sewed on the sleeve of my dress - means a lot more to me than home and safety. 

     My face is narrow and birdlike, framed with my perfectly styled blonde hair. I have always hated my nose, it is too long and narrow. And my body...I could easily pass for a 10 year old girl if it werent for the padding my mother designed for my breast area - Which, I might add, is completley flat. I scowl at my reflection.

     A hand slides into my own and I start. I exhale when I realize it is only Andrew. I laugh when he grins and pulls me in for a kiss. I return it halfheartedly and he pulls away frowning. 

     "What's the matter Jeany?" He takes my hands in his and looks into my eyes. 

     "Not a thing, I am only nervous," I can feel heat rise in my cheeks. "And why must you use that foolish pet name with me, do you not like the name that my parents gave me?" I narrow my eyebrows and smile.

      "Come on J!" he pulls me closer by my nonexistent hips. I cross my arms. 

     "I love you." His face is exactly one centimetre away from my face. I take his face in my hands and press my lips against his. He is always warm and loving. He is very intelligent - beat me out of top of the class. But he is never vain like I am. He always helps when someone needs it and he makes me feel important.

     "I love you too." I say and he kisses me again.

     I have known Andrew Prior since before I can remember. I had a crush on him when I was little and it developed into more than I could have dreamed. I do love him so much and hope that we will stay together for a long time.

     We started to develop a software that can control a part of a person's body. We stole some of the Aptitude simulation serum from the head lab. We tested it and discected it and created something very cool. It was a fun project where I could move Andrew's arm with a remote control. We developed  that little test tube of "Num Serum" - Which is what we called it (because Andrew couldn't feel his arm when I was mooving it.)

     I laugh at this memory and feel for the small testube tied on a string around my neck. 

    It is time to leave and Andrew takes my arm in his and we walk down to his car. My family has already left because they need to be everywhere 10 minutes early.

     Andrew helps me into the silver car and then goes around to the driver’s side. I never learnt how to drive this year because I will always have Andrew to drive me. And if I don't, I will probably be important enough to have my own driver. 

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     Andrew parks the car. We are five minutes early and surely the last pair of Erudite to arrive. I look over at my four year boyfriend. His eyes, greener than emerald stones, shine with tears. His fists clench and unclench and his legs are shaking. 

     "Andrew?" I ask cautiously, "Are you alright?"

     He looks straight into my eyes and it pains me to see him look so confused and lost. He snifs and shakes his head. He gets out of the car and comes around to my side. I watch him as he opens the door. His eyes do not meet mine again as we walk into the building to find our seats.

     We sit next in the very front of the Erudite where my parents reserved us a seat. The room is dead silent, no one says a word. I reckognize a few of my classmates, although I don't have any idea what any of their names are. The only person that I ever needed was Andrew and I will never need anyone else. So why bother making other friends? No one would want to be my friend anyway. They all envy me. The things that I have, my intelligence,...Andrew. 

     The Choosing ceremony begins. 

     I watch as the sixteen year olds from different factions choose their home factions. No one will be the first to go against their family and their faction. No one wants to be branded a traitor.

     "Natalie Frost"

      A small but tough-looking blonde dauntless-born walks to the podium. She looks confidently at the bowls in front of her. She will choose her home faction. She will be dauntless. Just like I will be Erudite.

     Her confidence wavers as she looks around the room. looking for reassurance. But then she finds it. When her eyes land on something beside me. Andrew. 

     She looks back to the bowls, cuts her hand and lets her blood fall onto the stones of Abnegation. 

     Gasps ring out through the crowd. She is a traitor to Dauntless.

     The abnegation make room for her to sit down. They shake her hand and offer a congratulations. I turn to face Andrew to see his take on the situation. He stares straight ahead at the podium infront of him. I don't know what to make of his attitude.

     The choosing ceremony continues but I am not paying any attention to what is going on. I don't even hear my name when it is called. Andrew has to nudge me a few times. 

     "Your turn." He whispers softly.

     "What am I supposed to do?" I am suddenly unsure of what I want to do and where I'd like to spend the rest of my life. I didn't take the time to research the other factions because I thought Erudite was the only place i'd like to be. 

     "Now," Andrew says, "You choose"