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I look down at my hair as it falls to the floor from my head. The brown reflects from the sunlight as it lays gently on the wood floor. My mother is just about finished, which I am glad. I don't like seeing my reflection. Since I can only look at myself once a month, I can't tell the difference of pretty or ugly. I hate thinking about it when it nags my mind, thinking how I look. It's not the Abnegation way, though. Personal vanity is not allowed in our faction. Caring about how you look is selfish, which that time can be used serving others.
My mother finishes the last strand of hair, and rolls in into a bun on the back of my head. She let's me take a moment to look at myself, but I don't look at the mirror.
The aptitude test is today, and I'm nervous. I shouldn't be though. I know which faction I belong in, and that is the one I was born in. Abnegation. I'm not fascinated with the other factions. There's us, Abnegation, which is the Selfless. We value the virtue of selflessness over any other. Amity, they're the peaceful. They were formed in order to have a peaceful society free from conflict and sadness caused by wars and instigation. The Candor, they value honesty. They blame the war for all the lies. Erudite, they're the smart ones. They're always curious. They know everything. Then there's the Dauntless. They're the brave ones. Some say they're insane, and they might be right. They say they're the police; the guards; but I don't see that.
I know I'm staying. I love my family. I would never leave them.
