“Hi, sweetie. How are you?” My mother asks as soon as I get home.
“I’m fine.” I say quickly as I head for the stairs. I need to think alone, and the best place to do that is in my room. My mother gets a stern look I’m so familiar with.
“Twilight, what were your results? Don’t lie to me, young lady.”
“Erudite, mother.” I say, not looking at her.
“Good.” Her face softens into a smile, but I know that smile. Mother is never genuinely happy.
I close my bedroom door behind me and flop on my bed on my back.
What am I going to do? I think. My mother wants me to stay in Erudite, and the aptitude test wants me to go to Dauntless. I want to go to Candor. But do I? Do I really want to go to Candor? How can I, when I’m not even honest with myself?
There’s a soft knock on my door.
“Who is it?” I say quietly. The door opens and my older brother, Spike, peeks in.
“What do you want?” I say. He comes in and sits on my bed.
“You okay?” He asks.
“I’m fine, thanks.” I say coldly, turning away from him.
“Gosh, Twi. Who died and made you Ice Queen?” He joked.
“I’m not in the mood for talk, that’s all.”
“Awww. but I love our talks. They always end well.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not sure you can solve the fact that I have no idea what faction to choose tomorrow!” I say angrily. Spike’s face softens and he pulls me into a hug. he wipes away tears that I didn’t even know were there, and says,
“You’ll be fine choosing whatever.”
“Promise?” I ask.
“Promise.” He releases our embrace and walks out, leaving me alone again.
My mother married my father for his money. She never loved him. She never loved anyone. But, they had Spike, and then my father wanted to give him someone to play with, so they had me. Mother never loved me or Spike, but two years ago when Spike had the chance to run off to a different faction, he chose Erudite, because, he said, he’d rather be doing what he loved in the same faction as mother, rather than doing something he didn’t like, but without mother. When Dad died a couple years back, Spike and I were devastated, but my mother was angry because he only left half of his money for us, and half for his brother.
“Twilight Sparkle! We’re eating with or without you!” My mother yells, jerking me back to reality. I walk down the stairs, wondering what I’m going to do tomorrow at Choosing.