You were nervous...

of course you were, as was every other sixteen years old at the choosing ceremony right now. Your aptitude test the day before had been quite clear and yet, the choice was yours; Did you want to be as brave as the Dauntless... selfless as the Abnegations, honest as the Candor, smart and hardworking as the Erudite or peaceful like the Amity...? Your name was being called, you walked onto the tribune, the dagger in your hand as you cut it, and then... you had to choose.