tamaracorine
But tonight, we dance.
The day of the Choosing Ceremony was like Christmas to Annabelle. She had known from a young age what she would choose. Amity felt wrong for her. She craved danger, she wanted her heart to race with the thrill of adventure, she desired cake and laughter and anything but that damn farm. Anything but the farm and the false smiles.
She chose easily. She chose Dauntless. The rush of black clothing clad arms embracing her felt like homecoming at last. One boy chose Dauntless without meaning to. The blood had dropped too soon and his choice was sealed. Annabelle watched it in amazement, wondering if he would even survive the train trip. Stories had been told of initiates in the past, stories of those who seemed weak being strong. She hoped to be one of the strong. Her brown hair and green eyes and petite form made her seem completely harmless, she hoped to be a shock to all.
They made the jump onto the train. Annabelle sat breathless on the floor of the carriage, grinning to herself as the train hurtled through the city. She sat alone, relishing these seconds that made her feel so alive.
She chose easily. She chose Dauntless. The rush of black clothing clad arms embracing her felt like homecoming at last. One boy chose Dauntless without meaning to. The blood had dropped too soon and his choice was sealed. Annabelle watched it in amazement, wondering if he would even survive the train trip. Stories had been told of initiates in the past, stories of those who seemed weak being strong. She hoped to be one of the strong. Her brown hair and green eyes and petite form made her seem completely harmless, she hoped to be a shock to all.
They made the jump onto the train. Annabelle sat breathless on the floor of the carriage, grinning to herself as the train hurtled through the city. She sat alone, relishing these seconds that made her feel so alive.