I just watched my brother pick Erudite. I watched his blood turn the water pink.
"Beatrice Prior."
I hear Marcus Eaton say. I walk up and cut my hand on the blade.
I hold my hand between the Dauntless and Abnegation bowl. I move my hand to the left and spill my blood on the cold, grey stones. I grab a napkin, and walk towards abnegation.
I am brave.
I am selfless.
I am Abnegation.
No.
I am Divergent.
When I get home from the choosing ceremony I walk straight up to my room and cry; I cry, and cry, and cry.
I can't believe my brother chose Erudite. I know it's very selfish of me, but I mean who wouldn't cry if their brother was a traitor? My mother walked in.
"Oh, honey." she said n a sweet voice. She sat beside me and I crawled into her lap and cried into her chest. Okay that is very non Abnegation of me, but I can't help it.
After I was done with my crying fit I just went straight to bed, thinking of my life in abnegation.
(E)
YOU ARE READING
In Abnegation
FanfictionThis is my version is divergent if Beatrice and Tobias picked Abnegation.