I'll try to update every day or two. Show this book to your friends. Thanks! I'm probably putting Beatrice Prior in this chapter.

Annabeth's P.O.V.

We have a quick dinner of peas, potatoes, asparagus, and quail meat. "It's too healthy," Leo complains.

We stay up late that night discussing what happened during our test. Apparently, two of the administrators are Divergent, and two others are working for Jeanine Matthews. We still don't have much of a lead on her and what she's up to. But I plan on choosing Erudite tomorrow at the Choosing Ceremony. Hopefully I can gather information from there.

I lie awake, staring into the darkness and thinking. I can't seem to shut my brain off, even though the digital clock reads almost midnight. I'm too worried about Choosing Day.

It takes me an hour, but I finally drift to sleep.

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Today is Choosing Day. I remind myself to control my breathing.

We take the stairs, following the rest of Abnegation. I suppose it's a selfless act to use them and allow another faction an elevator, but I'm panting by the time we've reached the top. We'd climbed twenty flights of stairs.

We push open a set of doors, and I lose my friends in the crowd. The room beyond is arranged in concentric circles. Sixteen year olds stand on the edge, about a hundred strong, arranged into five groups based on their faction. My friends and I join the Abnegation group.

Five metal bowls are placed in front of us, exactly as Chiron described them. Lit coals fill the Dauntless bowl, still water fills the Erudite bowl, glass coveres the surface of the Candor bowl, dirt fills the Amity bowl, and gray stones fills the Abnegation bowl. An Abnegation man with graying hair stands in front of the bowls, obviously the speaker. He introduces himself as Marcus Eaton. Lanterns are strewn across the room, glowing an eerie blue that washes us in light.

We're all in alphabetical order, I think. Marcus rattles on about tradition and the founding of the factions and Chicago's greatness. At the end, people applaud, but it sounds unenthusiastic, as if they heard this rubbish every year. Then he calls the first name, an Amity girl in a yellow sundress.

The Amity girl slices her palm open with the knife and winces. She holds out her hand and allows her blood to sprinkle into the bowl of earth without hesitation. She smiles and joins her friends and family in Amity.

Marcus keeps calling names. Agitha Ailment, Julia Barber, and...Annabeth Chase. 

I walk over to the bowls, struggling to keep my face expressionless while I feel a wave of emotions inside. 

Marcus hands me the knife, and I slit my palm. I barely register the pain as I thrust my hand toward the Erudite bowl and let my blood stain the water. The first faction transfer. I hear grumbles from Abnegation. I join the Erudite section.

"Welcome to Erudite," a blonde woman in a blue dress says, smiling kindly. "I am Jeanine Matthews, faction leader."

Nico's P.O.V.

I walk confidently to the bowls, grip the knife, and make my decision without hesitation.

Dauntless.

I am brave. I am reckless.

I am death itself.

Jason's P.O.V.

I watch as Annabeth takes a seat with the Erudite. She looks horrified, as if she'd just seen a ghost. My brow furrows. I'll talk to her about it later.

My name is called. I walk up to the bowls, casting away my indecision. It's now or never.

I slowly drag the knife across my palm. My blood drops onto the glass. 

I have joined Candor. 

The Abnegation trade betrayed glances. They'd lost two of their own.

And I take a seat in the Candor section, not regretting my choice at all.

Thalia's P.O.V.

I sigh as Jason joins Candor. I expected it from him, of course. Romans were too honest.

Marcus calls out my name, and it echoes across the room. I inhale deeply and walk to the bowls. Marcus passes me the knife, and I jerk it across my palm. Blood wells up from the cut. It sizzles on the hot coals.

I am now a Dauntless initiate. 

I join a group of people clad in black, who slap me on the back and grin.

I'm glad I chose to be brave.

Percy's P.O.V.

I grin as Thalia joins Dauntless. She was born for it.

My name resonates through the ground, and I walk to the bowls, trying not to trip.

I am given a knife, which I slash across my palm. I let my blood fall.

Into the Dauntless coals.

I join Thalia and smile.

Hazel's P.O.V.

An Abnegation girl transfers to Candor, and my name is called. I lift my chin and stride to the bowls. Marcus hands me the knife, which is already splattered with blood of past initiates.

I cut the knife into my palm. My blood waters the gray stones, and I join Abnegation. 

It is a reminder of my old home, of the world I used to live in.

So I will live in it again.

Piper's P.O.V.

Hazel stays in Abnegation. I am conflicted, unsure of which faction I should join.

"Piper McLean."

I walk to the bowls where Marcus holds out the crimson stained knife. I take it and make my choice.

Amity.

I am kind.

Leo's P.O.V.

Wise Girl, Death Breath, Lightning Boy, Lightning Girl, Water Boy, Diamond Girl, and Beauty Queen have all decided their faction. Only Beast Boy and I are left. Frank looks nervous. He's bad at pretending, so his emotions are clear on his face. 

I'm not interested in the mortals, but two of them catch my attention. The first is a tall boy named Caleb Prior. He chooses Erudite, and all of Abnegation cries in outrage. A man and a woman, who I suppose are his parents, exchange shocked glances. I feel sorry for them, but hey, it's the kid's choice.

A girl with narrow features and wide eyes walks forward. Caleb's sister, Beatrice Prior. To my surprise, she chooses Dauntless. Other than the demigods, nobody in Abnegation chose that faction. I'm impressed.

Then my name is called.

I calm myself and stand before the five metal bowls. Marcus hands me the knife, but I barely notice. All that matters is me and those bowls. A permanent choice.

My blood drips into the coals.

I'm now a Dauntless initiate.

Frank's P.O.V.

Everyone's chosen now save for me. I gulp as Marcus calls me forward, my name the last on the list.

What do I choose?

I slit my palm and pace around the five bowls, preparing for a choice I can't change. No do-overs. 

I glance at Hazel, sitting with the Abnegation. A confident smile is plastered on her face. I wish I had her unfailing confidence.

I build up my courage and choose.

I am Abnegation.

I am selfless.

As one, the Abnegation rise from their seats and walk down the stairs, their hearts beating as one.