#divergenteric

“The Faction System is a living being composed of cells, all of you,” Jeanine Matthews motions to the crowd gathered in the Great Hall. “And the only way that it can survive and thrive is for each of you to claim your rightful place. The future belongs to those who know where they belong.”

My mother squeezes my hand gently as it rests tightly clasped with her own in her lap. With a tight lipped smile, I am unable to meet her soft gaze. She knows. She knows I cannot stay and these moments are our last. The dull ache in my chest grows as I struggle to take a breath. I don’t belong in Amity, I remind myself. The aptitude test’s results were clear and my new life, the life I was destined for, was moments away.

Marcus Eaton takes center stage, “When we leave this room, you will no longer be dependents but full fledged members of our society. Faction before blood.”

My mouth runs dry as a Candor boy is called to stand in front of the white bowls. He uses the knife to draw blood from his palm and it seems as if the air is sucked out of the room while we wait for his decision. The process moves along quicker than I remember from my brother’s Choosing Ceremony just the year before. The majority stick with their faction of birth, but a few defect. An Erudite boy defects to Abnegation and the audience collectively gasps. Two Candor boys and a girl leave for Dauntless and an Abnegation boy flees for Amity.

“Sydney Kidd,” my name echoes throughout the room as I peel my eyes away from the delicate orange stitching of my skirt. The room is quiet and all eyes turned towards me. 

My mother tightens her grasp on my hand once more and presses a quick kiss to my cheek, “I love you.”

I see this picture and for some reason all I see is young Eric halfway through his training at Dauntless… the long hair,black clothes,that lil scratch on his temple and no tattoos…oh my🙈