I open my eyes slightly, rubbing the sleep crust out of them, and sit up slowly. Catching sight of the calender hung up by my bed I sigh with dread. It's Choosing Ceremony day. I've been dreading this day my whole life, because I could logically fit in anywhere. I may not have received every single faction in my aptitude test, but from all those hints throughout my life I know I could go into any of them. I was given actual aptitude for Dauntless, Erudite, and Abnegation, so I suppose I should to choose between those three. There are pros and cons for all of them.
If I stay in Dauntless, I'll be with my family. I'll know exact