AUTHOR'S NOTE
Okay, from now on POV's will be different. For the first few chapters it will be Briar's...but soon it will be someone else's.
Anyway...this is set in the future (you know, after war and all).
Mkay!
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BRIAR
I sit in the Amity column with the other Amity, I'm is beside Samantha-who I still can't believe is a traitor- and another Amity guy, they were arranged by surname.
Andrew Larjet, a representative from Candor, makes his speech. Stuff about things I learn in Faction History. His voice is deep and strong, which is odd for a guy in his fifties.
They start with the Amity. Luckily I'm around the last on the ist for my surname is Woods.
Andrew calls Howard Arnold, he chooses to stay in Amity.
Then Hannah Benilde, she chooses to stay at Amity.
Most of them chose to stay at Amity, only a few changed faction, those who changed went to Abnegation or Erudite. It was Samantha's turn, and then I suddenly felt like a dagger was plungged to my chest. I knew she deceived me, even though a part of what she did was in the manifesto, what she did was still wrong. She put up a fight, threatened, cursed. Which was unbecoming of an Amity, unbecoming of her. Wait.
It was unbecoming of who I thought she was.
Andrew handed Samantha the knife, she ran it through her hand making a cut and she set it over the glass. At first, I'm feeling relaxed an tensed at the same time. But then I rememebered.
She chose Candor.
Candor. Candor.
Murmurs were heard in the crowd, even until now the Candor hated the Amity, I guess Amity felt the same way but chose not to show it. Wait, let me rephrase that. Hated is an understatement. They loathed the Amity. I turn to the back to look for my dad's face. I catch his face, but he soon disappears in the crowd running. I wanted to run after him, I really did. But I couldn't. For it was my turn.
She smirks and walks over to the Candor. Some Candor stare at her in disgust and pelt her rude comments, Samantha didn't care, but some smile at her and pat her back. I guess some Candor liked the fact she stayed true to herself and what she truly wanted even if it meant betraying her faction and family.
"Next, Briar Woods." Andrew smiles, less kindness, more evil.
I walk to the front, slowly get the knife, and make a cut on my hand. The flesh and muscle opening huurts, stings, feels like hell. A lump forms in my throat, the pain of not just the cut but the choice pangs srongly.
"One choice can define you." I mutter to myself, and stare at the bowls.
"One choice can make you." I swallow hard.
"But one choice can destroy you."
It then hit me, i knew what I would choose. I knew who I was. For the first time, i felt sure of myself.
I set my hand on top of the buring coals, and I wach as a drop of blood fell on it and sizzled. I give the knife back to Andrew, turned around, and walked to the Dauntless.
A girl waits for me, she's folding her thin arms across her chest.
"Well, well, look what we have here, a Banjo Strummin' Softie!" She says.
"I don't play the banjo." I say on my behalf.
"Whatever, anyway, welcome to Dauntless."
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Black Rose
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?
