My mom was singing downstairs but the melody made its way up to my ears as I brushed out my hair. Mom often sung about different things, she made a living off her voice and looks. My father was right beside her, playing the piano and looking handsome.

I hummed along with the tune I knew well as I braided bits of my hair and stuck feathers here and there. I stood up and checked my outfit one last time, the yellow and red of Amity making me blend in with the rest of my friends and family. But I didn't like to blend in.

In fact I was almost nothing like my family. They were sweet to the point of twisted, peaceful to the point of dishonorable and blind. I was always more daring than them. My mother would faint if she knew I debated with Candor kids on a daily basis. If she knew that I had gotten in a few fights.

Well, they were small fights, usually a Dauntless that had a mouth so vile it needed concrete to fill it. My fights haven't been public, always behind a building in an alley. And never more than just the two of us, but I was the one that walked out without a scratch. Dauntless may be the daring ones, but most don't even know how to throw a punch.

None of them ever told anyone because to admit they got their ass beaten by a born and raised Amity would be social suicide. So my little secret, stays a secret. Not even my closest friends know. It would be scandalous and I don't need the judgmental bullshit.

So I made my way to the stairs and sat down on the railing. Sliding down the banister was always so much fun, and I have become quite good at it. At the bottom I twisted and did a sort of back-flip to stand on the floor. My mother was in the piano room so she didn't see me, and my dad was already leaving for a job.

"Bye Mom, love you!" I called as I raced for the door. She called back but I was already out of the door and running down the street to meet up with my friends. We all rode the same bus to school everyday. I could just have my mom or dad take me to school but I don't want to. Why would I when I can ride with my friends?

My best friends, Hazel, and Calypso, we're sat down on the bus while Frank and Will were standing beside them. We all are Amity, that's how we could be friends, but we all kind of gravitated towards each other.

You have Will, blonde with curls and baby blue eyes. He has freckles dusted over his nose and high on his cheeks. He has a natural sunny disposition and never said an unkind word to anyone, he may be sarcastic but never rude.

Frank had closely cropped black hair and dark eyes. He's baby faced but was built like a Dauntless, which made him stick out among Amity people. Frank is sweet and sweet on Hazel. Of course, we never spoke of it.

Hazel is a short girl with frizzy cinnamon colored hair and golden eyes to contrast her dark complexion. Kind and shy are the two words I'd use to describe her.

Calypso was a real beauty. She had chocolate hair braided over her shoulder with bits of gold-looking things worked in to catch light. Her big brown eyes were warm and welcoming.

We were the perfect Amity group, really. But I knew I'd be leaving them sooner than I would like. I just didn't fit in here. And my glare I sent at a guy, who's leg was stuck out in the isle and almost tripped me, was proof. Maybe I'd be lucky and one of them would leave as well, go wherever I ended up.

Maybe.

We walked down the hall at school, passed everyone in their own little groups. Though two Erudites, a blonde girl and a brown haired boy, caught my attention. A blonde Candor looked like he was trying to out run something and an Abnegation boy just looked out the window. Through the window you could see the Dauntless jumping from the train.

That sure looks like fun. I shook myself, can't be thinking like that right now. I had to focus, a big test today that would determine my future.

And that's what I thought about as we were sat down in the cafeteria playing games. Hazel and Calypso were in their element, having fun and laughing. Will was silent and looking his friends over like he could see if anything was wrong. But I saw Frank scan the room, like a bird scouting for the best place to land.

Frank always planned our group's sneaking out. He knew how to form a good plan that's for sure. Maybe he'd get Erudite and I'd feel less bad about leaving. But his stare focused on our group and he smiled.

Calypso was the first of us called away. She came back with a stony face but a glint in her eyes, of determination and grounding. Next was Hazel, who came back pale and shaking. I was going to comfort her but I got called away by an Abnegation woman.

I walked into the room made of mirrors and bright lights. Then I saw the red chair and sat down. The machine beside me made my stomach clench but I wouldn't let that get to me. No I just downed the bottle the woman gave me.

With a jolt I was stand in front of a table in the school cafeteria. Only this place was empty, and the table held a knife and a big piece of cheese. I felt like I should go for the cheese, being an Amity and all. But the knife was so cool looking . . .

"Choose." A woman's voice said in my ear. I held in my shudder but went for the knife. It just . . . Called me? No sooner had I grabbed onto the hilt than I heard a growl.

Looking up I saw a dog growling and snarling as it stalked over to me. My grip tightened on the knife but I wanted to try something. I got down on my knees and onto the floor. The dog stopped growling as I shoved the knife away. I looked up and the dog sniffed and licked my face.

But when a little girl called out about a puppy the dog turned to her and growled. I grabbed my knife that had been right beside my hand and threw it at the dog as it leaped. But I never saw the impact, because I was now on the ground of the testing room.

I got up and twisted around. Nothing. No one. No dog. No knife.

Just a door.

I opened the door and stepped through, to a bus. The man that was sat down held up a newspaper. All I could see of him was his hands until he got in my face.

"Do you know this man?" He growled while shoving the paper in my face. It was about some murder. And for some reason I did feel like I knew him, but I know I didn't. But I knew, from this man's tone alone, it was bad news for me if I said that I did.

"No I don't." I said and shoved him back a bit. But he came right back and got in my face again.

"Do you know this man!?" He snarled before pleading. "You could save me if you just say you know him!"

But I stood firm and shook my head. That's when I woke up in the red chair. The woman that was giving me my test walked out of the room after smiling at me.

I thought over my choices. An Amity would chosen the cheese in a heart beat . . . Then why did I choose the knife? Why did I risk losing my friends just because my gut said to grab the knife?

When the woman came back in she said the words that made me feel like that knife had been twisted in my own stomach. "Your test results say Dauntless." I felt my eyes widen. I knew I wasn't the best for Amity . . . But to be the complete opposite of what I was raised in . . .

I walked out of the test room with my hands clenched at my sides. I joined my friends where I sat in silence with Hazel and Calypso as Frank and Will took their tests. I had a lot to think about. We all did.