Bite Me || Eric Coulter Fanfic - Divergent

1. Not quite as expected

The wooden pillars holding up the ceiling were blurry as my eyes took their time to adjust to the bright morning sun. Birds chirping, our rooster screaming his little lungs out to wake us up, the early-risers already at work in the fields. All in all, not a quiet morning. But that's the usual here in Amity. While we're known for being the happiest of all the factions, we certainly don't know the meaning of the phrase "sleeping in". But what can you do, that's life. That's all I've ever known, which makes today so daunting. The day that I sit my Aptitude Test. The test that will determine where I'll spend the rest of my life.

Will it be Erudite - the faction that cherishes knowledge and intelligence?

Candor - where truth and integrity are vital

Abnegation - the faction of the selfless

Dauntless - home of the brave protectors of the people

Or Amity - where everyone is always, always, always happy and kind?

To be perfectly honest, I'm not sure which scenario scares me the most. Leaving my home or being stuck here forever?

I've always known I don't belong in Amity. It's not that I'm not kind or happy or eager to please people. I am, or at least I try to be. But damn I can't do it all the time. I feel like I'd lose my mind.

The truth is I'm not Amity-born like the majority of the people here, but I can't complain, since I've mostly received nothing but love and acceptance. Sometimes though, I feel like there's an invisible string that pulls me back whenever I try to integrate completely into Amity. It's almost like a force drawing me back into a past I've never known, but should. But what if the Test decides that the force is not strong enough and that I belong in Amity? For some reason that scares me more than any other scenario.

But for now, all these thoughts have given me enough of a headache to last me an entire day and I haven't even started work. Before the Aptitude Test, I need to work the fields for a few hours, otherwise all of today's workload will fall on my aunt's and uncle's shoulders. I don't want to burden them anymore, they've done so much for me already.
Braiding my hair and putting on the usual Amity-yellow attire, I get to work after a quick breakfast. The truth is that the work is relaxing. It calms down my brain, preventing it from going into overdrive and my thoughts from consuming my entire being. It's routine, generally low-risk and mostly individual work. Maybe that's why I like it.

After a quick shower, I make my way to the testing center; a tall, intimidating building with large glass windows that reflect the golden sunlight, giving the impression that tiny rainbows are floating around. Wow that was a very Amity description.

As I walked towards the building, I took my time observing the sea of people that carried me along with them like the tide. Bright yellows, stark whites, vibrant blues and dull greys. Each faction having its own defining color. The sight would be beautiful if the practice didn't devide us so much.

When my name is called I hesitantly walk into the room where I'm supposed to take this life-altering test. For such a momentous occasion, the set up is almost comical. A chair and a work table with a computer are the only items in the room. To be fair to our government though, it's a very cool-looking chair. A young woman is standing next to the table. Tattoos are visible on her arms and her hair immediately grabs my attention with its braids and blue highlights. Overall, she looks like a badass. She turns when she hears me walk in, looking me over from head to toe, probably evaluating how difficult and complicated my case will be. The Amity-yellow dress seems to reassure her.

"I'm Leia and I'll be administering your test today. Have a seat" she says motioning to the chair.

Once I've sat down in the surprisingly comfortable chair, a short glass with a slightly viscous blue liquid is thrust in front of my face.