"Gregory Aaron." The man's voice was loud and powerful as he called out the boy's name.
A short, squat Abnegation boy waddled to the center and picked up the knife.
I watched as he slit his palm and held his hand over the Amity bowl. The blood dripped and the man roared over the microphone, "Amity!"
Amity cheered and a sob came from the Abnegation sector.
"Stiffs." I thought to myself.
A skinny girl with tattoos on her forearms ran strutted up to the bowls, slit her palm, and dropped her blood in the Dauntless bowl.
They screamed and cheered so loud you couldn't hear the announcer. She ran back to her chair and smiled wide, high-fiving someone.
Would I ever become friends with her?
A tall, thin girl with caramel colored skin and luscious black hair walked from the Erudite sector and dripped her blood into the Amity bowl.
People clapped and Alvin squeezed my hand.
"What?" I whispered to him.
"Are you okay?" He looked concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I nodded.
He leaned close.
"Candors aren't supposed to lie." He breathed into my ear.
A Abnegation boy dressed in all grey with his red hair buzzed short walked with his head down to the bowls. His movements were strong and forceful as he ran the blade across his palm and dripped his blood in Abnegation bowl.
Alex's sister no doubt, brushed past him on the way up to the bowls. She too wore all grey and her claiming red hair was tied back in a bun. She walked with the same determination as her brother.
Her blood was poured over the Abnegation rocks as well.
Brooke's now ex-boyfriend.
For the first time ever, he seemed scared as he approached the bowls. His hand hovered over the Amity bowl and I opened my eyes wide, unable to believe what I was seeing.
Franklin, are you going to Amity?
His blood seeped into the soil and I heard a cry from his mother towards the front.
We all listened to the man call out names of people for hours and hours on end. I almost fell asleep as I focused on Dauntless transfers. So far, there has been three transfers to Dauntless.
A girl from Erudite, a boy from Amity, another boy from Abnegation, and a girl from Candor who I don't recognize.
"Hannah Dilcurt." He announced.
I was suddenly wide awake.
I sat on the edge of my seat and focused my eyes on her like a hawk with it's pray. She was shaking like a leaf in the wind as she walked to the center of the room.
I watched her nimble fingers grip the dagger and just barley nick her palm without her crying out. Hannah trembled as she held her hand over the Amity bowl.
I sat on the edge of my seat, leaning into her ever closer as she breathed heavily. Was she actually going to Amity?
As the blood droplet reached the end of her palm, she quickly moved her arm over the Candor bowl, letting the blood drop onto the glass.
The Candor section applauded and she looked worried as she hurried back to her seat next to her mother. How could she leave? She gets worried whenever she leaves the house to be honest. But she's still weak in my opinion. She's only staying because Candor life is all she knows, all she will ever know now.
Hannah you coward.
"Viola, can you believe Hannah's staying?" My mother whispered to me.
"Yes, do you think she would leave her mother alone?" I hissed.
"Viola, she was one of your best friends." She sounded concerned.
A beefy girl with very little neck was wearing Dauntless black as she slit her palm and sprinkled her blood over the Candor glass.
We clapped louder and the Dauntless went almost completely silent.
Raymond. You little lair you. He strutted to the bowls and ruffled his brown hair and winced at the sharp blade. His hand extended over the Amity bowl and then his blood fell into the soil. Amity was beaming with newfound pride as he shook the leader's hand.
I gripped the arm rests of my chair and leaned forward to see her. Her black bushy hair was down and in full volume. She walked slowly, wringing her hands as she slowly walked to the bowls. The knife glided across her pale palm. Her blood filled in her hand as she cupped it.
Her arm was held over the Candor bowl for a while before she twitched it to the left and turned her hand over the clear Erudite water. Her blood filled the clear water, making it turn a deep red.
I couldn't hear the Erudite's cheers or the clapping from each faction or the sounds of her brothers crying or even the sound of my mother trying to tell me it's okay.
Because what ever this emotion is, it's far from okay.
Brooke and I are laying on the grassy hill behind the Candor houses on a mid summer day. Her curly locks are still short from when John cut most of it off in her sleep and her teeth are crooked. My frizzy hair is shoulder length and sun bleached. She passes me a bag of chips as we talk about the cutest boys in school.
"Freddy is kinda cute." She shrugged.
"Kinda cute? More like dreamy! Have you seen his eyes, they're so blue that I feel like I'm swimming every time I look at them." I lay on my back, fantasizing about them.
"Well I think Franklin's cute." She added pompously, grinning from ear to ear.
"Ick! That rotten piece of trash?" I exclaimed.
"Oh come on, I know he's not perfect but he's still cute!" She hugged her chest and smiled.
"He's far from perfect darling." I sat up and made a face.
"Whatever, but you know the saying." She stole a chip from my bag.
"Sisters before misters." We recited in unison before breaking out into a fit of giggles.
She didn't even look at me when she sat down. Not even a single glance of acknowledgement was sent my way from Brooke. Her movements were so quick, so sure. Was I even that important to her anymore? Was I ever important to her?I feel shattered. Not just broken, but shattered. Like my insides have turned to glass and someone swung a sledgehammer down onto me. That someone is Brooke.
There are some more people, but I really don't notice them. All I can think about is how alone I feel.
Until I hear my name from somewhere. I think it's my mother trying to talk to me, but then I realize the depth of the sound. It's my turn to choose.
I'm staying. I can't do this alone, I need someone I know to latch onto like the coward I am. If Hannah can do it, so can I. I squeeze Alvin's hand one last time and stand up.
I'm walking without thinking. Down the aisle of seats, then up the ramp, then next thing I know I'm taking the knife.
I cut my palm deeper than I wanted to, but I didn't even feel it. My breaths are few as I look at each bowl.
Am I kind? Honest? Selfless? Am I smart? Or am I brave?
It all makes sense now. Each of us gave something new to the table, and now I must provide.
I hold my hand over the dauntless coals and let the blood roll off my palm. I hear the sizzle of blood and the roar of Dauntless.
"Dauntless!" He bellowed.
I looked at Alvin and he wasn't crying. None of my family was. Good, that means that my absence won't take long to adjust to. I walk to the sector and smile at my new faction.
"Welcome to Dauntless!" A young man shook my shoulders and gave me his seat.
Someone handed me a bandaid for my hand and I nodded.
It all makes sense now.
Hannah is the coward.
Raymond is the liar.
Brooke is the cheater.
And I'm the selfish.