Tris Prior is not normal
She is Divergent
Nobody can know who she is, or it will not be good
As a life will be taken
She must choose on the choosing day
Which faction fits best
The knife red with blood and her palm a rose
Her palm with a red slice, blood leaking
She looks over the bowl, deciding which one
Bravery, Smart, Selfless, Kindness, or the Truth
Dauntless, Erudite, Abnegation, Amity, or Candor
Would she want to leave her parents or would she like to stay with them?
She had to choose one of the impossible
She runs her decisions through her mind, her brain like a sea of a million floating segments of memories
She recalls the time she sees the Dauntless jumping out the train, laughing
She recalled the time that she saw the Dauntless looking happy and free
She recalls the time she got the news that she was divergent, that she is a threat to society, that she is in danger
She recalls the time her brother tells her that she must choose what she wants, but also think about what will happen, and our loved ones
Thump, Thump, she hears her heartbeat
She hears one bowl calling out to her
Thinking, time ticking, her heartbeat thumping
Her ocean finally dying down, she chooses
The dark red color drops from her palm into the bowl with stones - Dauntless
She turns around, her palms shaking and body sweating, scanning the crowd to look for her parents
She hears the crowd cheer, while her dad looks at her with dismay, and her mother proud
Has she done the right thing, or has she done the wrong thing, to expose her life-threatening secret?
All credit goes to Veronica Roth. She created the scene and I have just taken a scene of her book and transformed it into a poem.
