Lyanna Owens was a mystery to most that met her, she didn't quite fit the Candor Faction profile, she wasn't as loud as the rest of her faction, no she was rather quiet, unless of course she was required to be loud, then she was quite loud. She wasn't arrogant or unnecessarily mean like her faction, she was nice and kind to most, if not all, of her classmates, regardless of their faction, she was a hothead with no filter like most of her faction, always spew the truth regardless of the outcome but simultaneously she knew when to bite back her bark and to be gentle.

That was her mother's doing of course, Adeena Owens prided herself in the fact that she was Abnegation born but Candor transfer, and she had no problem in showing it to the world, of course that was very frowned upon but it didn't stop her from sometimes just helping someone in the spur of the moment. And that's people turned the other way when she did, because even after 20 years of being in Candor, her Abnegation instincts still got the best of her.

Her father, Derek Owens was a judge, one of the best, and he took pride in the fact that his wife was different, as well as his daughter, as long as it didn't get them in serious problems. He was Candor through and through and he had taught his little redhead daughter to always tell the truth, no matter the outcome.

On that day, however, being Candor was something that Lyanna Owens didn't want to be, she wanted to be able to lie about how she was feeling, to be not able to claim that she was scared, to not voice her worries about the test and the ceremony. The aptitude test was a test that all teenagers of the age of 16 would take to determine in which Faction they were better suited and it was a test that most teenagers dreaded, including Lyanna.

It was too late though, Lyanna was sitting in the school's cafeteria with her faction at their table, they were arguing, bantering more like it, about what  Lyanna didn't know, she hadn't been paying attention, she'd been staring around, the Dauntless were laughing and shouting and playing cards, slung over chairs and tables, leaning on one another and poking one another and teasing. The Erudite chatter over books and newspapers, in constant pursuit of knowledge, but they weren't studying, no they were just making a show of it, trading conversation instead of ideas, their eyes snapping back to the words every time they think someone's watching them.

A group of Amity girls in yellow and red sit in a circle on the cafeteria floor, playing some kind of hand-slapping game involving a rhyming song. Every few minutes a chorus of laughter could be heard from them as someone is eliminated and has to sit in the center of the circle, while the ones that weren't playing were laughing, smiling and pulling food from their pockets and passing it around.

And the Abnegation sat quietly, their heads down or making low conversation with one and other, offering what Lyanna believed were reassurances that they would get the result they were thinking about, and support to those that had gone through the test and were shaken up. 

It fascinated Lyanna that everyone fit in their own factions, how well they worked together, and that's why she people watched, she liked to mentally guess what each person would choose during the ceremony. It passed time, especially since they only called 10 people at a time, two people from each Faction, and they were tested mainly by Abnegation, but those two Abnegation people were tested by someone from Erudite and Dauntless.

Then her name was called, prompting her to get up, her black dress that reached mid-thigh and had a white collar and belt matching the rest of the girls in her Faction and contrasting the boys who were a black suit and a white tie.

From her faction a boy, Mark Andrews, stood up with her, his corn blonde hair gelled back and his suit pristine, "You ready?" he asked her in a low tone, concern coating his words, his grey eyes flashing to her as the two went to join the forming line. Lyanna looked up at him, he was only a few inches taller but she still had to lift her head a bit to look him fully in the eyes, and as she contemplated in telling the truth like she had done with her parents, like she was supposed to do every day. 

But she didn't instead she asked him, turning the tables on him, "Are you?" Mark's step faltered, causing him to nearly stumble, "No..." he whispered in reply, vulnerability sipping into his words making him sound like a child. Honesty was a cruel thing and it was something that Lyanna hated, at least on most days or when she was down. However, before Mark could inquire if she was ready once more, they were being led to the corridor where the testing rooms were, and silence was required.