Convergent Narrative

My sister and I climb aboard the bus heading for the school. Beatrice sites down immediately, she is not bothered that other people, some older then her, my have to stand. I give my seat to an older Candor man. Like the rest of the factions, he wears his customary faction dress-a black suit with a white tie.

The rout the bas takes is broken and uneven. That goes for most of the roads, the closer to the center of the city the better they get though, we just have to put up with it. I can tell that Beatrice does not like them. She also can’t understand why i’d give my seat up to someone else, she has not learnt to be selfless yet. That's one of the vertus that your faction, Abnegation, stand for. Beatrice is staring out the window. I wonder what she is thinking about, is it the same as me or maybe the Aptitude tests.
For some reason they interest me. Mable because I want to understand them and why the chose the faction their in. I wonder what faction I should chose. I can’t decide which is better Abnegation or Erudite. If I leave Abnegation I leave my family forever. But to search for knowledge and learning, to be able to understand others and...myself, what I want.

The bus jolts to a stop. Beatrice runs up, takes my arm, and we get of the bus together.

“Aptitude tests today”, Beatrice announced, though I already know it.

I nod in acknowledgement, as we walk through the front door of the school. There are so many students here, but none of them talk to us because we come from Abnegation. The Erudite have been spreading false rumors about the cities leaders who are Abnegation.

Beatrice breaks the silence between us again.

“You aren’t at all worried about what they’ll tell you?”

After raising my eyebrows at her, I ask “Are