Post by jacey on Aug 6, 2012 13:37:19 GMT -5
Amity. She knew this was where she belonged. She knew it, even if she loved learning, with help from her aunt Emily, even if she loved helping others, even if she believed in always telling the truth, even if she liked putting others needs before her own. Amity was where she belonged, and Amity was where she had a duty to stay. She could never betray her family. Sitting in the large room, with all the other Amity, staying quiet, and reenforcing the decision in her head. No hesitation is allowed. She had to be Amity. When Karen heard her name echo in the room, a dull steel haze danced across her vision. She stood, accepting everyone's brightly colored words of luck. She followed the Abnegation man to the testing room, sat down, and felt a prick in her neck. Her last coherent thought, was simply the word Amity.
A table, with the choice of knife, or cheese. Cheese, no hesitation. Ignore the knife, that's dauntless. Easy. Dog, snarling. Offer the cheese, stand up, walk away. Why did they make these tests so easy to manipulate? It's easy to get the result you want, why'd they make it like that? At least here, there's no fog of colors to distract her, unlike in the cafeteria. I'm suddenly on a crowded bus, someone in my face, asking if I know this person, and I debate quickly. Candor, or Amity? Amity. I shake my head and smile. 'No, I don't, never seen her before.' The crowded bus fades, and I am back in the testing room, the light brown whirring of the machines back in my vision.
The dull steel color crosses my vision, as the abnegation man quickly states Amity, and gestures to the door. I sigh in relief, and walk out, headed straight for home.
A table, with the choice of knife, or cheese. Cheese, no hesitation. Ignore the knife, that's dauntless. Easy. Dog, snarling. Offer the cheese, stand up, walk away. Why did they make these tests so easy to manipulate? It's easy to get the result you want, why'd they make it like that? At least here, there's no fog of colors to distract her, unlike in the cafeteria. I'm suddenly on a crowded bus, someone in my face, asking if I know this person, and I debate quickly. Candor, or Amity? Amity. I shake my head and smile. 'No, I don't, never seen her before.' The crowded bus fades, and I am back in the testing room, the light brown whirring of the machines back in my vision.
The dull steel color crosses my vision, as the abnegation man quickly states Amity, and gestures to the door. I sigh in relief, and walk out, headed straight for home.