i stare at the choosing bowls.
i cant believe i'm divergent. it makes choosing a faction that much harder. i'm in between staying in my current faction, dauntless, or transferring to candor.
well, candor is probably safer...
i wince at the blood rising from my new cut, and squeeze my hand over the candor bowl.
"beatrice prior, candor!"
i'm safe.
- weeks later -
"beatrice, for your final test, answer this truthfully. what's your biggest secret?"
"oh! easy! i'm divergent!" i didn't realize what i was saying until i was too late. "fuck i was so close."
