♫ The Walker | Fitz & The Tantrums

> Once choice can transform you,
Eloise Morgan
☆ CHALLENGE TWO (AMITY): Are you ready to have a groovy weekend? We need you to get some supplies for this weekend’s Camping Arena bash. Will you choose a music instrument? Or are you more of an arts person? Painting, drawing, sculpturing. Find your true calling and get ready for a weekend of music, dancing and a gnarly bonfire at the beach.

Included @elizabeth-kate :)

I stand in front of the floor length mirror examining my outfit before I head out to the buses. It still feels a little strange having a mirror in my room when not too long ago I lived in a /house/ without a single mirror. The day after the choosing ceremony I had spent at least an hour staring at my reflection, noting all the little details about myself that I had never noticed before. 

“Elle… Elle!” Someone called from the hallway. I snapped back to attention realizing that she was talking to me, and looked over to see one of the other Amity initiates, Evan, standing there. “You coming or what?” 

“Yeah, I just have to grab my bag, go on ahead.” I smile. She exits the doorway as I grab the small red bag off of its hook in my closet. Then I do another quick check of my outfit. During my first few days my style still hadn’t really been much different from when I lived in Abnegation, just a little brighter; I guess old habits die hard. Today, though, I was wearing a dress that only went down to just above my knees. I know it’s nothing compared to what some of the girls wear, but to me it’s a pretty big change. Maybe now I would stop hearing the obnoxious fake cough that thinly masked the word “stiff” from a boy who had transferred in from Erudite. I exit the room and head toward the buses taking us out to the camping arena. 

“My, don’t you look lovely today.” One of the initiate leaders says to me, obviously noting my change in wardrobe. “It’s good to see you embracing the Amity lifestyle.” She checks the name Elle Morgan off of the clipboard she’s holding, as I thank her and climb the steps of the large brightly painted bus. I walk down the aisle until taking the empty seat next to Evan.

“Aren’t you so excited!?” She beams at me. “My dads told me all about it, we’re going to have a blast!”

“I don’t doubt it.” I return the smile. “So do you play that thing, or are you hoping to learn?” I ask her, noticing the small ukulele resting on her lap. 

“This old thing?” She giggles. Her fingers dance over the strings as she hums along perfectly in tune with the instrument.

“Wow.” I gasp, wide-eyed. “You have to teach me how to do that.” 

“Ha, I’m not sure if I’m much of a teacher.” She shrugs.

“That’s ok because I’m not sure if I’m much of a musician.” I wink. 

We continue or conversation and not too long after we left the bus starts to slow. I look out the window, but we aren’t at the camping arena yet. “Are we stopping already? We could’ve just walked here.”

“The dauntless guards have to open up the fence to let us through.” She rolls her eyes. 

I continue gazing out the window. I see one of the guards she’s talking about; just a glimpse, but enough to spark my interest. He catches my eye as the bus moves through the opening in the fence, and I look away. 

Eventually we make it to the camp and exit the bus. I go to the tent I’ve been assigned and drop my stuff off. After that we’re basically free to roam around, a dream come true to me. My first stop, like many of the other initiates, is over to the instruments. I examine one of the guitars and strum the strings a couple of times. Some of the other initiates seem to have a real knack for music; I am most certainly not one of them. I continue walking around the camp, enjoying the music and just the overall atmosphere. I come across a table full of art supplies. I grab a sketchbook and some colored pencils and wander around until I find a nice shady tree to sit under. I’m not the only one who thought of it, though. Not too far away, but out of sight, I can hear somebody strumming a guitar. I close my eyes, resting my head against the trunk of the tree. Whoever’s playing, they’re really good. I open up the sketchbook and grab a black pencil. I’m not really sure what I’m doing, but I start sketching. The whole time I’m drawing I can hear that guitar in the background. I kind of zone out, lost in both the music and my sketch. Before I know it they’re announcing that it’s time to head over to the bonfire. I stand up, picking my jacket off the ground where I was sitting on it. I shake off some grass and dirt and slip it back on. I turn around to head back to the beach. 

“There you are!” One of the other initiates, a girl named Iris, squeals.

“I guess I lost track of time.” I chuckle.

“Well, you’re here now.” She states. “Let’s dance.”

I’ve never really danced much before, but it feels surprisingly natural to me. I move along with the rhythm of both the music and the other initiates. This goes on for quite some time, but eventually the fire dies down and it’s time to go to bed. I pick my shoes up from wherever I decided to kick them off, and trudge back to the tents. I enter the large yellow tent and throw my bag, jacket, shoes, and art supplies onto my cot. 

“So, are you a musician after all?” Evan smirks.

“Not really. But no big deal.” I shrug, wiping some sand off of my feet.

“How about artist, do you mind?” She asks, picking up the sketchbook.

“Go right ahead.” I tell her. 

She flips open the book and looks at the drawing I worked on in the woods. “Wow, this is really good Elle.” She smiles.

“Thanks.” I smile back.

“Who is it?” She asks, referring to the boy I drew.

“You know, I don’t really remember.” I admit. When I was drawing it I had just sort of done it without thinking. I grabbed the drawing from her and examined it. I wasn’t sure whom it was, but he did look somewhat familiar I suppose. 

“Weird. Maybe he’s your soul mate.” Evan winks, giggling. 

“I doubt that.” I chuckle. 

I change into my pajamas, and then slide into bed. I look down at the drawing one more time, but I still can’t put my finger on who the boy is. First there’s the mystery musician, and now this. I ignore the drawing and play back the melody of the guitar from the woods in my mind. I used to wonder how the Amity could be so carefree, and now for the first time I really understand it; as I lay in my cot, the melody of the guitar playing in my mind, a smile spreads across my face and I know I’ve made the right decision.
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