My Mom skakes me awake, as my alarm blares. "Time to get ready for the ceremony, Skylar." I spring out of bed, and she leaves the room, shutting the door with a 'click'. I slowly walk to the closet, slowly opening the squeaky doors. For some reason My eyes keep traveling to the most edgy thing in my closet, a pair of combat boots. I pull on tight jeans, which the abnegation despise. They are modest to the point of discomfort. I pull out a gray draping tank top, and put my hair into a braid, which i've seen dauntless wearing... Whoa, Skylar. Stop. You are picking abnegation. I pull on the boots, and climb out my window, swinging to a pole, and sliding down it, and waiting for the bus. Everyone is going. My parents come moments later. "Interesting clothing choice." My mother says, and I smirk. We board the bus, my parents both standing, giving their seats, while I don't i sit, And wait for people to sit down before the bus pulls out, and we arrive at the hub, going into the building , and getting seated. My parents and I take a seat in the abnegation sector, and an Amity man, the announcer shouts over the applause, "Today is the choosing ceremony where you will become members of our society! You of course, can choose whatever faction you choose, but we recommend what faction you got yesterday. You will cut your hand with this knife and sprinkle your blood into one of these bowls... bowls Lit coals for dauntless, water for Erudite, Stones for abnegation, glass for candor, and finally soil for Amity. Remember... Faction before blood." All the factions make a presentation, then the first name is called. "Jon Mockville." The boy is decked out in amity clothes, cuts his hand, and holds his hand over the amity soil, a drop of blood trickling off the hand, and seeps into the soil. "Jon Mockville, Amity!!" The announcer shouts. A few more are called before "Skylar Prior!" He calls. I skakily walk to the stage. I grip the knife, and run it over my palm, breaking skin. I hesitate, and put it over abnegation. No. I can't do this. I can't. I drip my blood onto the burning coals of dauntless, my blood sizzling. I am stupid. I am brave. I am dauntless. I will follow tris. I walk over to the dauntless who whoop, and cheer, lifting my up, and throwing me, then catching me. Soon after Dahlia looking down, cuts her hand, dripping blood into Dauntless, and Jace as well. "No way." I say to them. "We promised to stick together. My results were dauntless as well at the aptitude test. So were Jace's let's go!" Dahlia says, letting out an airy laugh, and we dash off, running after our new faction.
The pic is of Jace :)
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Following Tris
FanfictionSkylar Prior feels her life is falling apart. Told now, at age 16, the day of testing, Tris Prior is her birth sister, and her supposed parents are really her aunt, and uncle she feels she has to get away. She's Abnegation born, but proves to be so...
