The bus we take to the Choosing Ceremony was crowded with people from different factions. Most likely, sixteen-year-old's. I spend all night thinking about today and it finally came. I follow Kayla out of the bus with mom on my hills. We take the elevator, not as the Abnegation members who take the stairs. I tilt my head to the side and manage to caught the sight of Reid. Our leader, Reid, is the one managing the test and Choosing Ceremony. Since war last year, the factions vote for the next leader, which is Reid.
The room is arrange in concentric circles. On the edge stands the sixteen-year-old from each faction. We aren't called members. Every girl or boy who is under sixteen, isn't called a member until they make their final decision.
We arrange ourselves in alphabetical order, according to the last names we have. I see Cynthia is one of the first person's in the row. She looks nervous. Today she isn't wearing her usual clothes. She is wearing blue pants and a white shirt. Her glasses are collocated nicely on top of her head and she rub her hands together once in a while.
The responsibility to conduct the ceremony rotates from faction to faction each year, and this year is Candor's. Jack Kang sits at the side of the five metal bowls. Each one contains a substance that represents each faction: water for Erudite, lit coals for Dauntless, earth for Amity, glass for Candor, and gray stones for Abnegation.
When my name is called, I will walk to the center of the room, silent. Jack will offer me the knife and I will cut my hand and sprinkle my blood into the bowl of the faction I choose.
Before the families sit down, they have there right to say something to there relatives. Kayla grabs my hand and squeezes it. "Good luck," she kisses my cheek, "You would need it."
She let go off my hand and I flash her a smile. My mom kisses the top on my head and smiles warmly, "Blaze, you need to know, I love you. And I will always love you, no matter what.''
I nod slowly, feeling my heart breaking. "I love too."
"I know." With that said, they both leave to their corresponding sits. I smile to their sight. Maybe, they can be okay without me. Just maybe.
Jack moves himself and stops between Abnegation and Amity. "Welcome," he starts. "Welcome to the Choosing Ceremony. Welcome to the day we honor the democratic philosophy of our ancestors, which tells us that every man has the right to choose his own way in this world."
A low sigh escape my mouth. The speech is always the same. I tight my embrace with my own hands, making more sweat rushing out of them. My eyes shift from bowl to bowl. Where is my blood going to sprinkle? I don't know what to choose. I don't know what to believe. To leave my family or abandon them.
"Those who blame aggression formed Amity." My eyes fix in Amity. They always express kindness and love, but being with them have never felt right.
"Those who blamed selfishness made Abnegation." The Abnegation share a smile and I shake my head. Abnegation has never been an option for me.
"Those who blamed duplicity created Candor." A life without lies. No. I would never fit in Candor, not in a million years. I lie to easily.
"Those who blamed cowardice were the Dauntless." I'm a coward, but I can change that. I know I can, but do I truly belong with them?
"And those who blamed ignorance became the Erudite." I watch as my faction gives smile and high-fives. Always chatting about facts and news. Never living life. Their lives are stick to books and technology. I want to be free.
The air felt heavy around me. I wonder, what will I choose? How would I walk to the center of the room and choose my whole life?
"Working together, these five factions have lived in peace for many years, each year differently, each contributing to a different sector in society. In our factions we find meaning, we find purpose, we find life. Faction before blood."
Those words echo in my head. Faction before blood. They have always told us that we need to choose a faction where we belong, where we feel ourselves. No matter your family, you need to choose a place for you, to keep the peace.
The silence in the room goes heavier, only our breathing hear in the room. My eyes shift from row to row, looking at the nervous expressions all of us have. "For this moment on, the best of luck." Jack finishes.
One by one, each sixteen-year-old steps out of there row and walks to the middle of the room. The first girl is from Abnegation. I watch as her hands shake and how she licks her lips. Jack hands her the knife and she jerks her palm. Her hand stands on the grey stones and her blood falls. Abnegation claps and she smiles nervously.
The rows are constantly moving. A new name Jack announces, a new choice a person has to make. "Cynthia Cole." My head snaps to Cynthia and she still looks extremely nervous. Her hand clutch at her side, before she grabs the knife. I watch how her breath is unsteady. She cuts her palm and her blood sprinkle on the water. She choose Erudite.
I swallow the gulp that was forming in my throat. Erudite claps and cheers for her. She goes to sit at the Erudite section and hugs her parents. My heart beat increases. What do I choose?
Am I smart? Kind? Am I honest? Selfless or brave?
The row became less and less crowded. People clap, people whisper, people even whimper. I close my eyes and breathe. "Blaze Parks."
My breath gets caught in my throat and I walk slowly to the middle of the room. I felt my heart beat bumping in my ears. Jack offers me the knife and I take it. My eyes shift from him to the bowls. My stomach feels numb and I feel anxious. Water? Gray stones? Earth? Glass? Or lit coals?
The blade touches my palm and I bit my lip holding the whimper that is trying to escape. I let out a breath and think of Dad. He would want me to stay with mom, but he would also want me to be happy. I close my eyes and sigh. My arm thrust out and my blood drips on the table. With one last look at the water, I stretch my arm and my blood falls on the coals–Dauntless.
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