Castes:
One- Royalty
Two-Erudite
Three-Dauntless
Four-Candor
Five-Amity
Six-Abnegation
Tris' POV
"So? Have you entered the selection?" Susan asks, calm and collected as always though I can hear her inner teenager wanting to break out of the grey Abnegation shell. I continue my assault on the punching bag.
"No, I haven't entered myself, though I have a suspicion that my parents may be up to something." I know they've entered me, they've slowing been collected the right information for the application for months now. Asking me my hobbies over the dinner table, favourite subjects and even Caleb coming home with a camera which he says was for 'work' though I know he was secretly taking pictures of me.
"So if you have been entered... Aren't you excited?" She's finally letting some un-Abnegation feelings show through. I stop punching after a long workout and sit next to Susan, my black clothes contrasting to her plain and ripped ones, and take a long drink of water to avoid answering.
"I guess Prince Tobias looks hot, but that doesn't mean he's nice. Anyway, I'm short, ugly and from one of the poorest families in the lowest caste Susan. At least you have looks beneath theses Abnegation clothes." She sighs.
"Come on Tris, we need to head home anyway." I frown.
"You go, I'm going to use the showers here and get back into my normal clothes, I'll see you tomorrow."
"No you won't, we all have to watch the TV to find out the selected." And then she's gone. Damn, she's right, every household has a TV and if their Daughter has been entered in the selection they have to watch the draw, just to make the disappointment even worse.
I walk out the old Dauntless training room and take a quick shower before changing back into my worn, childish, denim short overalls with a grey t-shirt underneath with my grey canvas trainers I can see my toes through.
I leave the Dauntless clothes I borrowed on a bench like I always do, because I'm a fake dauntless.
I pretend.
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New fanfic, will try to update both my fanfics alternatively every day. So this one one day, Believing in the Future the next and so on.
In theory.....
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Tris Prior's Selection
FanfictionTris doesn't want to take part in the selection, she's happy living a boyfriend free life and sneaking into Dauntless training sessions before going home. To nothing. Abnegation is the bottom caste, the public servants, wearing grey clothes that st...
