BRIAR
Briar is a sixteen year old Amity. But she hates it, being happy and peaceful isn't just her thing. She's tends tends to get frustrated but good thing some of her friends are there to remind her of the risks of fighting in Amity. Her mother has been executed for picking up a huge fight with some Dauntless leader when Briar was just eight. She never liked her mother anyway, for secretly her mother would put up a fight with her father, if her mother didn't die, she probably would have died filing for some divorce.
She slips on her red shirt and yellow jeans. She walks to her mirror and stares at herself.
I can't possibly be Abnegation, she thought, I like to look at the mirror too much.
Blond hair, golden brown eyes, white skin, tall, and thin (not anorexic type of thin). That's how Briar looked like.
She heard a knock on her door, it was her sister, Samantha.
"Father wants you to go down, he wants to talk about...you know." She says.
Choosing Ceremony, she thought. Her father doesn't talk about it much, but it is happening in two days, and today their going to take the aptitude test that determines what faction the belong in. "Okay, sure." She says, turning of the lights and leaving her room.
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Her dining room smells of grass. Which Briar dreaded but got used to. Her father is sitting down on a chair reading a newspaper.
"Have a seat, Briar." Her father set his newpaper on the table. Briar sat down slowly. Her fingers tremble, the aptitude test and the Choosing Ceremony isn't exactly her most favorite topic in the world.
"So, are you excited?" He smiles, he is in a red shirt and green jumper, which the leaders approved of, they allowed him to wear it without some huge debate, they just approved.
"Yes, I am so excited." She says, tightly gripping the hem of her shirt.
I can't possibly be Candor, I lie too much, I guess its an Amity thing. She thinks, Amity would prefer to lie so they can prevent agression. She takes a sip of the lemonade juice that was set on the table. It calmed her, it was more on sweet than sour, just how she enjoyed it.
"Do good, Briar." He says. He kisses Briar on the forehead.
"Goodbye, see you later, c'mon, Samantha." I gesture her to come. She grabs a piece of bread from the table then leaves with me.
***
Walking to school with Samantha was like a ritual to her. Briar was just born a few months after Samantha, meaning they both will take the aptitude test.
"So, what faction do you think you will get?" Samantha asks Briar silently. Briar looks at her right to see the Dauntless on the train going to school.
Dauntless? Pssh, nah. She thinks.
"I-I-I-I don't know." She stutters.
Samantha smiles.
Why is being Amity so easy to her? She might be faking it, no she can't, it seems so real. Briar thought. Ugh. She frowns.
"I don't know yet too. But I guess that's a mystery!" Samantha says with optimism.
As they arrive to the school, Briar stops and sighs.
"Here goes nothing." She mutters to herself. She enters the school
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
So, do you like it? Tell me if I should write more!
-Vera
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FanfictionBriar. Amity. 16. Problem, she doesn't feel like she deserves to be in Amity (she thinks its probably because of her mother). She take the aptitude test...what will she get?
