Audacious

Chapter 1: Kiera Stallwart

I wake up on Choosing Day with a headache and sweaty palms. Today is the day that all 15 year olds...basically choose their destiny. We live in a divided country that has only 10 different states, I guess you could call them, and I live in the 10th. We call them Sector's.
Sector 1 is the Sector of intelligence and are known for inventing most of our countries finest creations.
Sector 2 is the Sector of the affectionate, they are known for taking care of our Sector's soldiers during wars and whatnot.
Sector 3 is the Sector of athleticism, they are known for winning our sports tournaments.
Sector 4 is the Sector of the intuitive, they are known for winning most of the wars because they can see most of what's coming. So in my suggestions...you don't want to mess with them.
And then there's Sector 5... Sector 5 is the Sector of fortitude. When the time comes to choose to be in any of the 10 Sector's I would be least qualified for Sector 5. I heard that they jump off 100 story buildings onto a mini trampoline. I feel queasy just thinking about it.
Sector 6 is the Sector of selflessness. They are known to help the homeless, but I could never bring myself into looking at one of their sad faces long enough to do any good. Which on my behalf isn't very selfless.
Sector 7 is the Sector of utilities. They are known for creating our countries most efficient working tools.
Sector 8 is the Sector of honesty. They are just known for never telling a lie, once their leader told a lie and was found lying in his closet, dead. It turns out that he was lying because it was top secret information from Sector 6 and he was not aloud to tell his Sector, he couldn't even tell his mother because she was not qualified to know.
Sector 9 is the Sector of peace. They have not been in a war since the year of 1569 when there were only 9 Sector's until the leader of Sector 1 decided to create a tenth Sector and all Sector's went into war. Some were on Sector 1's side,(Sector 3. Sector 4, Sector 5, Sector 7) some fought against. (Sector 2, Sector 6, Sector 8) But with only 3 Sector's fighting against, they won. 7,500 innocent citizens or these Sector's were killed and all Sector's went under a great suffer because they refused to help one another. But in the year of 1574 the war ended and Sector 10 was created.
Sector 10 is my Sector. Sector 10 is known for 3 different qualities not just 1, they are gardeners, miners and a judicial Sector. They take care of most of our products and when a citizen is accused for any kind of assault, crime and ect., we take care of it.
I have been alive on this divided earth for 15 years, and so far, I have not yet ever met someone I had the least been interest in. I have a neighbor named Sarah but our connection is not very close. My mother is a gardener and my father is 1 of the 9 judges in our country. I have a brother named Damon who is 17 and chose to stay in Sector 10 when he turned 15. I always thought of him as anSector 1. He is always is reading new books and looking up how to invent new things. I guess he couldn't bare the thought of leaving his family. I understand.
"Kiera!" My mother yells to me,"Come here so I can do your hair for the choosing." In Sector 10 girls wear their hair in even buns and men wear their hair fairly short but still rough. Girls wear a dull crimson dress with a light, pale yellow ribbon around the bun in their hair. Men wear a white collared button-down shirt and a black tie with grey pants. We are a very normal Sector and don't have much taste in fashion. My mom ties a sock around my dark brown ponytail and wraps the ponytail around the sock to create a perfect even bun. My mom is great with hair but I don't honestly like our hair styles or dress code. Preferably, I like the Sector 5's hair and dress code. Sector 5 girls wear their hair in long dark ponytails with side bangs and a grey leather jacket, black t-shirt, grey leggings and black buckle boots. Men of Sector 5 wear their hair short and rough, (similar to Sector 10) a black leather jacket, grey t-shirt, black skinny jeans and grey mountain boots. I know it is dark but I feel like that's what I look best in.
When I wear this bright outfit I feel more sophisticated than I actually am. I am not fit to be a miner, I can't stay in small places for very long and those mining elevators are too air-tight for me. I could never be a judge, first of all, the government forbids female judges and second, I would never be able to handle getting up every morning knowing that all your doing is getting up to listen to sad stories and deciding whether or not they should be held guilty. My mother loves to garden but it not my best interest. I don't mind getting dirty but it's not enough to occupy my brain from different topics that I do not enjoy thinking about.
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I walk side by side with my brother, Damon- with my parents shortly behind us -who looks handsome in his oversized white button down and grey pants. He wears fathers hand-me-downs so most of his clothes are quite baggy. His dark black tie compliments his deep blue eyes. He has rough brown hair that was freshly cut from my father only a half hour ago. I shudder as I walk past a 5 girl who looks to be about 18, however already has tattoos curved around her pale neck and an entire sleeve of just dragons. My mother told me that people who transfer to Sector 5 must be craving injury or death because of this:

Within the years the list of highest population basically went like this:
1. Sector 9 (Peace)
2. Sector 2 (Affectionate)
3. Sector 6 (Selflessness)
4. Sector 8 (Honesty)
5. Sector 3 (Athleticism)
6. Sector 1 (Intelligent)
7. Sector 7 (Utilities)
8. Sector 4 (Intuitive)
9. Sector 10 (Farming, Judicial, Mining) (Population around 350)
10. Sector 5 (Fortitude)

I don't even understand why you would even think about joining Sector 5. It's sick. As Damon and I near the big brick and concrete building in which we will decide our destiny in I realize I never gave thought into what Sector I am fit for. I wouldn't last to long in Sector 1 because my regular test scores aren't very accurately high in general, let alone a 1 test.
Sector 2 isn't quite my strong suit either, I'm not the kindness person that walked on this planet.
Sector 3 is a possibility because I do find myself a bit fit but working out every single day of my life might be the last of me.
Sector 4 isn't really an option, it's more for people who were born a certain way, someone who is kind of psychic. I wouldn't be able to see what was coming if it hit me in the head, I'd be walking around like, "Who did that?"
Sector 5.
I ruled out Sector 6, 5 years ago. I cannot say one selfless thing without following it up with "Just kidding" or laughing.
Sector 7 just wouldn't make sense. I can't imagine myself tinkering little objects and tools everyday for the rest of my life. I'm also not very good with hammers, they tend to have a very strong disliking for the life of my fingers.
Sector 8 is just a lie. I can barely tell my mom the truth about if I took a shower or not. If I was put on like a truth drug or something, you could probably hack into my life. I have many secrets that I'd like to keep secretive.
Sector 9 would be a great struggle. Damon and I tend to have fights quite often. We fight over everything from who has to clear the dinner table to whose turn it is to take a voluntary shift at the mine shaft.
Sector 10 is already like I told you, not for me. I don't know where I belong and that is a problem. I try to carefully look at Damon's watch as he swings it back and forth. It is 12:45. My schedule paper says that my girls group for Sector 10 with Sarah will be at 2:30. I have 2 hours and 15 minutes to decide my life. What a rush.