I wait in line a smile plastered on my face as we move to wards the chosing bowls, deep breath, I dont know what im gonna do, to my right stands a shaking Edward, i find this humouruss as he is always boasting of his fiercness yet here he is standing here like a little boy, clutching my hand despite the cold sweat that lingers on his. He squeezes tighter almost cutting off my blood circulation as we take small stumbling steps towards the bowls. I try to reassure him with my smile as he should not be the nervous one here, he was destined for Dauntless, its me who's the one in real shit here.
I notice others around me looking calm like they have known all their life where they are destined, lucky i think to myself as time races onwards, i count the seconds as they continue to increase in pace until i am tapped on the shoulder by Edward,
"Go on Myra, they called you"
i look at are clasped hands and he looks too releasing me to my choice...
I stretch my hands out as the blood slowly returns back as i reach the bowls staring at an abnegation man who passes me a knife with a smile, a weird smile alittle to sickly and sweet. I clutch the knife and only then realise how much i am shaking as i direct it towards my palm, squeezing my eyes shut. I dig down and pull gritting my teeth as i see the drops of blood drip down my arm. I thrust my arm foward towards the dauntless bowl as i try to not think at all. I am met by silence as i join the unfamiliar group dressed in black. They stare at me making little space, part of me thinks this is because of my random faction choice but then i notice...mainly the guys are staring. I chuckle to myself, i guess i am as they say 'hot' but i try to not let it get the better of me. My mother and father dint really care for me so i found myself running away from them and there ways of upbringing. I had green eyes and a small figure, i was average height and as you problay guessed had pretty big boobs, my hair's long and black, flowing down, unkept and my face is small covered in freckles i wear blue as it is my old factions colour, Erudite. I smile and see a dauntless boy looking me up and down, i clear my throat as Edward finaly joins me, i nudge my head in the direction of the gut and a minute later his bleeding lip seems to attract his attention more than me. Edward looks down at me and see's all the other disbelieving faces, he smirks and bends down to touch his lips to mine, well that was what it was at first but soon enough i had to lightly push him away reminding him of our publicness. Edward you could say is very...physical, always has been but i guess thats why i like him, we arent really into all that emotion crap though sometimes i do wonder what im missing out on when i see other couples just holding hands talking, not that a girl doesnt like being pushed up against a wall now and then. Now dont get me wrong im not a slut i am always the responsible one, i have learnt from my past expeiriesnce as a child. My mind flashes back to a time where i was on my first few weeks as a run away, 14 and a grinning factionless man had approached me looking me up and down. I blocked the rest of that particular memory as the choosing ceromany ended and we started towards our first test, first trial, first initiation.
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