With silent feet I padded through my small house that I shared with my mother. The yellow and red coloring was the same as any Amity household. Though a lot of the things weren't as spectacular as most. 

My mother worked as a farmhand but on the side did fortune telling. It was looked down upon by the others and caused my reputation to be damaged significantly. In the long run, however, I couldn't care less about it. Because after the choosing ceremony I can be my own person. I can make myself into whatever I want here amongst the Amity. 

I had no doubt that I was going to be an Amity, anyone who knows me says I'm an Amity through and through. Friends and others alike, are very happy to have me as a poster child for our faction. 

My friends always treated me like a little sister and would stand up for me in a heart beat. Fighting and arguing are two things that I can't stand, along with rude people. I've heard enough slang words thrown at me to know I would never use them. 

A red ribbon tied around my head like a headband and I'm heading out of the door. The way to my bus is only a few minutes away so I have time to look around. The same surroundings as usual, nothing different. Sometimes that made my insides queasy, the same thing for my whole life-was that how I was supposed to live? But other times I took comfort in the fact that I knew what my life held, no surprises. 

Life was always so unpredictable, it only made sense for me to want to be stable. 

Other times my mind wandered on it's own to what it was like to be in the different factions. Jumping off a train looked so scary, how would the Dauntless be able to do it every day? Reading and studying for my whole life seemed so dull, why would Erudites like that? Putting other in front of you always made sense but if I never did anything but that, how could Abnegations call it their life? If you tell the truth at all times, how do you keep things to yourself and make them special to you, could a Candor keep something for themselves alone? 

The scariest question, however, was always: If I try so hard-for my entire life-for only peace, how could I get stronger to deal with bad things when it comes? Could Amity be just as bad as any other faction?

I shake my head, cinnamon curls bounce all over, before stepping up into the bus. My friends welcome me and I scan them, suddenly a lot more nervous than I was. 

Maybe I got Amity, but that didn't mean my friends would. 

Piper, at least, I knew wouldn't. She was too outgoing, too brash. She did want she wanted when she wanted. Piper was like the wind, uncontrollable. You could harness her, let her take you places, but the moment you try to assert control-she's gone. 

Then Calypso with her family traits you had to take into account. Her sister turned Dauntless a couple years ago. Though we don't really know if she turned, because no one knows both of their parents. Calypso herself was very much like her sister, bold and daring. Neither liked constraints and would never do something just because you told them. If you could actually tell them what to do, it was because you earned their deepest respect-hard to do. 

Will was the most likely for Amity out of the group, if I was being honest. He was smiley and kind. But under that was someone wanting to help others, no matter what. In Amity why would you need to fix anyone, no war, no fighting meant everyone was perfect-right? Will liked challenges and to accomplish things, he couldn't do that if he was forced to tend to fields. 

Of course, Frank was a different matter. A teddy bear with a perfect mind for strategy. He was as likely to blush as to give perfect instructions to accomplish your task. I liked him, for a few years now, but we both were too shy for anything like that. Would we be able to ever be together? Frank is like a sturdy pillar, always there no matter what-that includes if you need someone to fight for you. He's never raised his fists, would never unless he felt he had to. But that was the problem. 

They all would raise their fists if they felt they needed to. 

Amity would never, no matter what.

Would I also raise my fists?

We all walk down the halls of the school, passed many people. A Candor boy with blue eyes seemed to be running from another Candor boy. Two Erudites were chatting as they walked, the blonde had her nose buried in a book, the brown haired boy just grinned at her. An Abnegation boy watched the others, then looked out of the window to watch the Dauntless jump from the train. All with a certain jittery aura that just confirmed today was important. 

The day passed in a bit of a blur until we sat in the cafeteria waiting for the test. I tried to distract myself by playing games with Calypso, but then she was called away. When she came back she was different, a rigidness to her spine-a spark in her eyes of affirmation. 

I was the next of my group, a short Abnegation woman was the one giving me the test. 

The room she led me to was lined with mirrors and had a huge machine beside a red chair. All in all I was now shaking in my red boots. 

When I crawled into the seat the woman handed me a tiny bottle with some sort of clear liquid in it. She motioned for me to drink and I did. That's the moment I jolted forward and was in a empty version of our school cafeteria. 

The table right in front of me had a knife and a chunk of cheese sitting on it. How strange for things so different to sit next to each other. A voice told me to choose, but it startled me. Scared me.

This whole situation was scaring me. How would cheese protect me? I had never held a knife before but I knew that it could do damage. With the second "Choose" I lunged for the knife, holding it to me-for some symbol of safety. I could almost feel the moment I realized what I had done change the air. 

I chose a knife . . .

I couldn't let that sink in, a growl cut off my train of thought. 

The growl sent the hairs on the back of my neck straight up. I looked around to see a snarling dog stalking to me. My knees shook and my grip on the handle of the knife tightened. The dog was going to kill me. 

At that moment it wasn't a test anymore, it was pure life and death. 

The knife in my hand was an anchor as I stepped back, the dog was tensing to lung at me. Despite my racing heart, or maybe in spite of it, I waited for the dog to jump. It did. 

When the dog was in the air I side-stepped and made to plunge the knife into its side. I never made contact. 

Instead I was getting up off the ground of the testing room.

Nothing was in the room with me, but there was a door. I opened the door and blocked my eyes from the bright light. My steps took me onto a bus where only one other passenger was seated. He was reading a newspaper and had a hat covering his face. 

With shaking hands I sat down on the other seat, smoothing out my skirt as I did. 

Then the man was shoving the newspaper in my face. I got  vague idea it was about a murderer and that I knew the man in the photo. "Do you know this man?" The guy in the hat asked. 

I was going to say yes then . . . then I got the feeling it would mean bad news for me if I admitted to knowing him. "No, sir, I don't." I mumbled as I tried to put space between us. 

He just got back in my face. "Do you know this man?!" He shouted again. 

"No!"

"You could save me if you did!"

I fumbled for words, I wanted to help him-I did. But I had family and friends to go home to-they needed me too. "I said I don't know him!" 

Then I was waking back up in the testing room, but this time it was for real. 

The woman didn't even speak as she left to gather the results. 

Even though I knew one thing for sure, I wasn't getting Amity. My world flipped upside down-how could I be so wrong my whole life? How could others be so wrong about me?

When the lady came back in, she damned me in every way imaginable. "You, young lady, are a Dauntless."