Elizabeth was just a normal girl. She was spontanious, but she was Candor. Candor didn't want people to be fun, they needed people to be honest. She hated telling the truth, it was hard for her. Then the time came for the Choosing Ceremony, where they take a test and choose a different Faction. Will she choose her home Faction, Candor? Or will she choose Dauntless, Erudite, Abnegation, or Amity? This choice could change, even kill, everybody close to her. Is she willing to break hearts or make other people happy?

When she turns Dauntless, looses her friends, will she be happy?
When she enters her fearscape, will she loose the ones close to her?
What will happen when she has to choose Faction over Blood?

Find out in this book!


9. Chapter Nine

I look at the tattoo on my collar bone. On the other collar bone, the scar. I purse my lips together and sigh. I put my shirt on the counter of the bathroom and look close at the scar, leaning into the mirror. I hear footsteps and I jolt up, looking franticly for my shirt. I grab it not so swiftly and try to put it on, but fail terribly. Harry walks in and laughs. 

I feel my cheeks go hot and I feel like I'm about to die from embarrassment. "Well.." He says, walking in. He looks at my tattoo, and not at the bare chest. What a gentlemen I think to myself and smile a little. He smiles and looks at my other collar bone and frowns slightly. "What is that?" He asks soothingly and I sigh. I had to tell him. But I couldn't. "I fell when I was little." I bite my cheek. "You know.." He says, now looking at my bare chest, coming closer. "I may not be from Candor, but I can tell when your lying." My eyes widen and I scoot back some. "Fine..." I moan and put my shirt back on. "When I was little, my mom always scolded me for not telling the truth. She usually took away something, or just plain hit me. I got tired of it two years ago and fought back, big mistake." I fight back tears. "I slapped her back, and she took out a knife, and at I ran up to my room, I turned back slightly, and she threw the knife, hitting my shoulder. I ran into my room and cried for hours." I feel tears streaming down my face and I hug Harry. He rubs my back and says sorry a million times. "Don't be. It's not your fault." I whisper back and we continue to hug.


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