No Pens, Just Knives

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\\••ANDY POV••//

As stressful as it was to make a decision, i at least narrowed it down to two factions.

Amity was the first to be deducted. I knew I had a fighter instinct in me almost all the time. And there was no way Amity would accept me.

I could never be in Candor, because if I had to lie for the sake of the lives of my parents, I would.

And there was no way I was selecting Erudite. That's way too boring. I want to live life and see the world. not read books all day.

I wanted to be in Dauntless because I wanted to save the world and be the closest I could be to a superhero. But another part of me wanted to stay in Abnegation with my parents. I don't know if I could handle being homesick. I don't know if I could handle spending the rest of my life without them.

Sitting with the rest of the Abnegation faction right next to my parents made it much worse. The names of everyone else choosing being called and the yelling from the speaker of which faction they chose didn't make it any easier.

It was ridiculous that the names were in reverse-alphabetical order, but it did give me more time, which made it slightly easier.

It was interesting, but also saddening. Some people chose their home factions, which the crowd of their faction would cheer, but you would never really know if they really wanted to be there or if they were scared to leave their families. Others picked any faction other than their origin, which would send the mothers into hysterics, and the fathers trying to remind them: "Faction is before blood."

Then the last thing I wanted to hear came over the speaker.

"Andrew Biersack."

As I got up, my mother came over to me "Whatever you choose, always know we will love you no matter what. Always." She gave me a hug as my father walked over.

"Andy, I want you to know how proud I am of you. How you've grown up into the young man you are and the man you are going to be in the future. I don't want your mother and I interfering with what you want. Pick what is best for you." He said before hugging me. I could tell he looked like he was going to tear up any minute now. He knew I had an interest of being in Dauntless my whole childhood, but what was I going to choose?

I walked down the isle and up onto the platform. All of the bowls listing the five factions were set out on a table with a dagger laying in front of the third bowl. I picked up the dagger and cut into my hand, which didn't hurt as bad as I thought it would.

Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, I held my hand over the bowl with the chosen faction; letting one drop of blood fall.

"DAUNTLESS!" the speaker boomed.

The crowd of the dauntless stood up, cheering loudly by hooting and hollering. As I walked back down and sat in the front row of the Dauntless section of the crowd, I turned to see Abnegation looking at me in shock, one of them being my mother. Tears streamed down her face. My father nodded at me in congratulating. I guess he knew I was going to pick Dauntless.

I felt as if Dauntless was my home, where I belonged with them.

What if I made the wrong decision? What if I didn't belong?