‘When he touches me, I feel like everywhere his skin meets mine is charged by the connection. It sends a thrill through my stomach. Not just fear. Something else, too. A wanting.’ - Divergent, Chapter 31
Today is the day of the aptitude test that will show me which of the five factions I belong in. And tomorrow, at the Choosing Ceremony, I will decide on a faction; I will decide the rest of my life; I will decide to stay with my family or abandon them.