Singing filled the halls of my small home. My mother was fixing breakfast and Dad was tending to a cut hand of our neighbor. That's what I always wanted to do. Heal people. 

Though, even my dad did it as a side thing-not full time. He and my mom worked as musicians and he fixed everyday things. No treatments or more complicated things than cuts and scrapes. I didn't want that-I wanted to help others everyday-heal them. 

That's why I read so much, hiding my text books I stole in a secret hole in my wall. And this testing today would let me know just where I belong. My whole family is from Amity, generation after generation, however it just seems so . . . plain to me. 

Nothing ever happens and they like that. No risks are taken, no discoveries made. And that's fine if that's what you want but I crave knowledge from experience.

"Will, breakfast, then off to the bus." My mother calls. I join my family at the table and start eating, my father sends the man on his way with a wrapped hand. Both of my parents look at me with saddened eyes. 

"What?" I ask. Nothing scared me more than when my parents agreed on something right of the bat. "Is it about the test today?" My mother looked down at her plate but my father met my eyes-his the same as mine, baby blue. He ran a hand through his blonde hair-like mine but straight-I got my curls from my mom. 

"Son, we just want to tell you no matter your test results . . . You choose what's right for you." My fathers eyes bore into mine, his name was Apollo-for how he shone like the sun when he smiled. But he wasn't smiling. Those were dangerous words. Telling your kid to pick what they wanted and not your own faction could get you ostracized.

Faction before blood, as the saying goes. 

My mother smiled at me weakly as I blinked. "We love you William, nothing will ever change that." She started. "And if you get Amity and choose to stay then, fantastic. But if you get something else-and want to go and be there . . . you have our full support and we will go every visiting day that we can." My mother grasped my hand and smiled at me. 

"Do you really think I won't get Amity?" Sure I had thought I might not get Amity from the start, but I had just been thinking I might and still choose somewhere else. Hearing my parents say they thought I might not get Amity, felt like finalizing that I was different. 

"We don't know, no one can know for sure." My dad says as he tilts his head a bit. "But let's just say we know you better than you realize." His playful smile remained and made one spread to my own lips. "Now come on, I can walk with you to the bus stop-I have a meeting with Thomson down the street." 

On the ride to school a lump formed in my throat and wouldn't leave. 

With my friends around me I thought about exactly what I would leave if I choose somewhere else. As we walked down the hall and passed so many others a few people caught my eye. Two Erudites talked a bit nervously as they walked, A Candor boy hurried by with another boy after him, an Abnegation boy was looking around with a smile on his face. Outside the window two Dauntless walked together, a girl with a sliver jacket and a boy with a skull t-shirt. 

I fell back into thoughts about my friends. 

Piper was definitely leaving Amity, where she would go I don't know but I was sure Amity wasn't her style. Calypso might follow her sister's steps-but for her own reasons. Frank was a mystery in all honesty. The only one of us I felt would stay in Amity was Hazel, with her sweet nature and caring heart. 

Finally it was time for us all to file into the caffiteria and wait for our turn to test. 

When Calypso left our group tensed up, the air shifted-it was real now. The day was here. 

Calypso came back with a set chin and look in her eyes of determination. Once Hazel came back she was just shaking and pale, like she had just been given the scariest news in the world. Piper came back in a state of shock, as if her very defenition of life had been turned on its head. I was next. 

In the room with an Abegnation man I sat down in a big red chair and took the vial he handed to me. 

The test started with me in an empty caffiteria with a table in front of me. On the table sat a knife and a peice of cheese. The cheese could help feed someone, but the knife could help me do a lot of things. 

"Choose." A woman's voice echoed. 

Which one could help me in the most ways? The knife had more capabilities. 

That's what I grabbed. 

A dog growled from far away, I looked up and it was stalking closer. I cursed in my head and gripped my knife. My best chance was to throw it. I had good aim, my father had been teaching me archery since I was little. It was a secret from everyone else, but my mother. 

Hopefully that helped me now. 

The knife flew and I never got to see it hit-I was onto the next part of the test. In the testing room there was nothing but me, no weapons or other lifeforms. Just me. 

So I made for the door on the other side of the room. Stepping through I landed onto a bus, with one other man who was reading the newspaper and had his face covered. So I stood to the side, waiting for whatever happened next. 

After a mintue the man got in my face with his newspaper. The cover was a man's face-that I felt like I knew for some reason. "Do you know this man?" He shouted. I tried to shove him back but I couldn't. 

The photo of the man did tug at my memory but I knew that if I said that I'd be in trouble. 

"No I don't know him." I shoved him off of me but he was back in an instant. 

"Do you know this man?!" He growled. "You could save me if you do!" 

I felt bad but I knew this was a test, this wasn't a real person. "No I don't!" 

Then I was back in the red chair, waking up for real. That's when everything I just did hit me, what did all that mean? The man left me to go and gather the results. I leaned forward and burried my face in my hands. I want to help others . . . What do my results say i can do?

When the man came back I decided right there what I would do. 

"You, young sir, got Dauntless." His voice was kind but his words sealed my fate.