Choices

The Day Before The Choice (Natalie)

A/N- This Fanfic is mainly written from Tris ' s point of view, but some of the first few chapters will be written from her mum (Natalie)'s point of view...

Natalie:

Natalie:

I sit, staring. The computer in front of me displays two options- room 10B results, or room 4A results. Beatrice. Caleb. I only have time to check one, because the list could go on forever, considering how many kids took the test today. I feel guilt starting to pinch at the bottom of my stomach, and I push it away. Reminding myself that this is not selfish, and what I am doing is right, I turn my attention back to the screen in front of me. In room 10B, Beatrice will have completed her test. My only daughter. Tomorrow, my only daughter will be an initiate. For who? And Caleb. Tomorrow, my eldest child will not be my child anymore. But this does not matter. The Erudite need to be stopped. Suddenly, I know. I know who I am going to choose. My hand works on it's own, not giving my mind the chance to regret it and re- think my decision. Before I know it, I am staring at a long list of names. The page is split into two sides- on one side are the names of the child that took the test. On the other are two faction names. The first name on the list is Rachel Abton. I remember her- a Candor girl. Her mother is a history teacher at Lower Levels. On the opposite side to Rachel's name is: Candor--Candor

Her aptitude test result was Candor. Even though I didn't know her personally, I can't help but feel relieved for her- her result was the same as her faction of origin. Shaking my head and scolding myself for being curious about another child's result, I start to scroll down the list. The names are listed alphabetically with the last name written first.

'C.......D.......E.....F......'

I read the letters out loud as I scroll down the list.

'N.....O.....P.......Q.......R- oh, P!'

I found the first 'P' name, Carol Parston, and began paying more attention to the names as they passed by.

'Pelt.....Piman....Prail...P- Prior! '

Suddenly, my eyes averted from the screen and my hands shaking, I feel nervous, all my previous guilt comes flooding back. The wave of guilt I felt before was minute compared to this tidal wave.

'It's wrong, it's wrong, shut it down and get out of here, it's wrong, it's wrong'

I could kill my conscience at times.

Slowly, my face lifts to the name. And I immediately wish I hadn't.