Flower Crown ❀ (Divergent)

Choosing

Prologue

Amity. My faction. It was a beautiful place filled with joy and laughter, but I knew what it was all about underneath the skin. Conspiracy was a worm. Amity bread had a joy serum they fed to everyone for breakfast, but it didn't work on me. That's why there was rarely an Amity transfer in the database at the Choosing Ceremony. I figured out what I was pretty early in my life however I was only fourteen when I did. It was a gruelling life for me knowing what I was while trying to stay alive and not get caught.

One can imagine the fear and torture I went through trying to hide the evidence and the fact that I knew what Erudite thought about Divergents and how they eradicated my kind at all costs and through any procedure.

It was a scary concept when the Aptitude Test came around. My tester, a Dauntless woman hid my results from the database and told me sternly that I was Erudite dominant and that I needed to remain in Amity no matter the circumstance. I was smart. I knew this already.

But I refused to stay in Amity for any longer than necessary. There were too many memories that remained in the vineyards. They came back religiously to haunt me.

I couldn't choose Erudite however because they were highly intelligent beings. I needed to make a strategic decision that would benefit me. As I walked down the stairs on Choosing Day to the individual bowls I heard my Amity peers hoot in encouragement. They thought I was coming back to Amity just like every Amity kid did. I knew my choice would cause an outrage. Many people would look into why an Amity would want to change factions. It would draw the attention of Erudite, maybe even risk everything I'm fighting against but in order for me to make a change, I needed to dangle my legs in the water to attract the sharks. Translation: I would improvise as I went along. I gazed at each of the bowls contents considering each one of them but ultimately I knew which one would be the smartest for me to go to and not get caught. At least, I used deviation on my choice.

Marcus Eaton handed me the knife with a customary Abnegation smile and I sliced my palm shakily, feeling the vibrations through my body as the drop of blood hit Dauntless coals. An appalled murmur shot through the crowd. I was under scrutiny the moment I stood in front of the coals of Dauntless.

An Amity girl? Choosing Dauntless? How scandalous!

Erudites were already going to be sniffing around. The serum was supposed to work on me and make me go back to Amity. I knew something wasn't entirely right about the Smarts, I just couldn't pinpoint what. Only who. Jeanine Matthews was at the forefront of whatever sinister plans were about to unfold within time. She would always be the one I blamed.

I walked up to the Dauntless section quietly and sat down next to a rowdy Candor boy who had dark hair. I wondered if my parents would have been proud of me, if they had been here to see what I did.

But they were dead, like my emotion towards the woman standing in the corner writing down this years statistics of Choosing Day. Jeanine Matthews. I watched her write with a bitterness inside of me. My plan was to be happy on the outside and make some new friends and possibly another family in my new faction but inside I'll work my way to the top and make sure I ruin Jeanine for experimenting unethically and making my parents turn to ash in front of my very eyes. It wasn't cery thought through but I was determined.

She didn't even apologise to me that day...

I bet if that testing information got out successfully, it would be even more scandalous than an Amity transfer.

Time would only tell.