On the day of my brother's Choosing Ceremony, he chose Amity. My sister chose Dauntless when it was her turn. Now, with my Choosing Ceremony rapidly approaching, I have no idea of what I'll choose.
Neither what my brother, nor what my sister chose were much of a surprise. Asher and Alicia fought all the time (though mainly it was Alicia yelling at Asher), their temperaments constantly clashing. I was always the mediator, able to understand both sides of the argument.
I guess that it is assumed that I will stay Candor because my parents have already lost enough. I have always wanted to please my parents but I don't think that I could deal with the bluntness of the Candor any longer. It's not that I hate it here, it's more like I don't understand how these people could stand to always be ridiculed by each other, always willing to give up information. No, I don't think I could stay Candor much longer no matter how much it would hurt my parents to have me, their last child, transfer to another faction. One of the many issues I'm thinking of is that I have no idea, if I was to switch, which faction I would choose. It's a good thing the aptitude test is latter on today.
I snap back out of my thoughts, out of my head, after my mother repeated my name for the fourth time.
"Wait? What?" I stutter.
"Marisol! You need to listen the first time I say your name! I was asking you if you are ready for the aptitude test today."
"Yeah," I mumble, "As ready as I'll ever be!"
Marisol! Such a long name and much to fancy for me! It means sea and sun my mother tells me over and over again. If I was to switclh factions, that would be the first thing to be changed. It's not just that it sounds to fancy to be my name, but also the children at school make fun of me relentlessly because of it. Yes, that would be the first thing to go. I would rename myself, become a new person. A new person.
Being the last child in my family means I must go to school by myself. It's not like I could go with friends, no I don't have many of those. I get made fun of, bullied even, because I enjoy school. I enjoy how it challenges me to think outside of the box. I don't think anyone else understands that... My parents don't understand what it's like for me. Don't get me wrong, they understand that I like school and don't have many friends but they don't know how much having no-one in my year from Candor with the same interests saddens me. A two more days, then I can leave.
