The sunlight was slowly, as if by magic, was slowly leaking into the bedroom of Roslyn summers. Stirring the young, ebony haired girl into getting up and getting dressed in an old red and yellow dress, which hit her knees. After dressing Roslyn wandered downstairs into the kitchen, which was occupied by her mother and father talking to each other happily.

"Hey sweetheart, it's a big day!" Her father beamed at her, making her almost sigh.

"I know dad..." She weakly mumbled before she started to eat her oatmeal. It was overly sweet and made her feel sick, but she knew if she didn't eat it she'd be hungry later and she really needed some strength for today.

"Whatever you pick, we'll love you anyway" her mother came over and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

"I need to go to school, bye mom and dad."

Without waiting for an reply, she bolted out of the room and ran out of her house. Quickly breathing in fresh air, she felt as if she was suffocating with no way out. Roslyn slowly walked to school, ducking into the small alleyways and over walls to get there quicker so she wasn't late...though really she didn't want to go at all.

The aptitude test was after lunch, which only prolonged Roslyn's anxiety over the whole ordeal. 'What if I'm factionless?'She thought over and over again. She tried to take big breaths but nothing was working. She could only wait, biting her nails to calm herself down. Eventually her named was called out "Roslyn Summers!"

Everything seemed to go in slow motion, Roslyn felt her feet drag, shoulders slouched and worry plastered on her face. She didn't belong in amity.

The woman in the testing room was from erudite, dressed in a sheer blue dress, which cut off at her knees. "My name is Joan; now sit on the chair Roslyn." Roslyn climbed up onto the chair and laid herself out, watching Joan work "put these on your forehead." She didn't argue and put them onto her temple and the blonde erudite woman did the same to herself.

"Drink up." She handed her a vile of clear liquid, Roslyn took it with questioning eyes. "What is it?" She quickly sniffed it to find it smelt of nothing.

"Just drink it." Her voice firm and commanding, which only annoyed the young teen. Without a second thought she downed the whole glass before her eyes suddenly shut tight.

Roslyn soon realised she was in the same test rooming, looking into the mirror. Suddenly a Joan's voice filled her ears. "Choice." Out of nowhere two wooden baskets appeared, one with a long knife and the other with a block of cheese. A gut instinct came over her 'grab the knife', but she couldn't explain why, her hands reached for the weapon, it felt foreign in her hands but it also felt like she was meant to be holding it.

A growl brought her out of her thoughts, she spun on her heels to see a big, vicious looking dog starring at her. Roslyn's breath hitched before she went into auto pilot and threw the knife, which lodged it's self into the dog's throat. The beast fell to the ground and died. She killed it. Roslyn was about to walk away until she heard a little girl shriek. "You killed a puppy!" The teen looked and saw her younger self looking back with tears in her eyes. "I needed to kill the dog. It was either him or us." Suddenly she was falling and landed in a bus. Roslyn was standing near a man reading a newspaper.

"Do you know this man?" He pointed to a picture, somehow she did recognise the picture.

"Never seen him before in my life, sorry." She went back to ignoring him. He stood up and got in her face, anger building in her.

"Liar! You could save me! You know him don't you!?"

Her fist collided with his stomach making him fall to the ground "I don't fucking know him!"

Roslyn's hazel eyes opened, adjusting to the bright light. She was back in the testing room.

"What's my results?" She sat up weakly and looked over to see Joan with a surprised face.

"Well this is new, seems to me you're...dauntless. An amity in dauntless?" She mused to her self, which again made Roslyn annoyed.

"How is that possible?"

"Well, you grabbed the knife, ruling out amity. You killed the dog. Draughtless. But you helped the girl so abnegation. But you didn't help the man, ruling out abnegation, you also lied to him ruling out candor leaving you with...well dauntless!" She chuckled sweetly.

"O-okay makes sense...I think." Roslyn smiled weakly, she stood up and calmly walked to the door.

"Bye dear, remember faction before blood!" Joan called out after Roslyn.

She didn't really feel like staying at school, her head was clouded with thought. Her heart was beating like crazy and her palms were sweaty. Roslyn knew she didn't belong in amity; she hadn't always been the most peaceful person. The thought of singing and dancer bore her to tears...Tears prickled her eyes, she didn't have to stay! A wide smile graced her lips and she almost skipped home in pure excitement.

Upon walking into her home, she could smell the food she mother was cooking, it smelt like cat piss missed with an alluring smell of fresh bread. It almost made her gag.

"I'm back!" She shouted out to her mother, who came to greet her with a kiss on the cheek.

"Hello dear, I'm making soup and bread. Will you be having any?"

"I'll just eat some bread and butter...I'm not that hungry." Roslyn lied to spare her mothers feelings, which she quickly believed.

"That's fine Hun, how did your test go?" Her mothers smile was boring into her soul making her nervous again.

"It was okay...mom. Can I grab some bread?" She hastily darted towards the small kitchen they owned.

"Go ahead, it's still hot though!" She called after her daughter.

Roslyn snatched some bread before buttering them. "Thanks mom!" She smiled gently. Knowing this was the last time she would eat her mothers passable cooking.

Her father came in, covered in dirt, from working the field.

"Hey sweetie, how'd the test go?"

"Okay, I'm going to go get some rest...big day tomorrow!" Roslyn bolted for the stairs after she wished them goodnight.

She was going to be free.

Morning came quick enough for the young, ebony haired teen. Roslyn picked up an old pair of red skinny jeans and a red tank top to wear for the day, before making her hair look presentable in a high pony tail.

"Honey, we need to get going! You ready yet?" Roslyn's mother called out through her bedroom door.

"Yeah mom, I'm ready. Let's go."

They took the truck, which was used mostly to export food through the factions. Though they were at the Hub, where all the 16 year olds were going to pick their faction for the rest of their life. It made Roslyn nervous and anxious all over again. Her brain kept debating where she should go. Should she leave her family or should she pursue her own life?

This year the choosing ceremony was hosted by the erudite leader. Jeanine, she was a pretty woman dressed in blue, with blonde hair. She was intelligent but she gave off a cold feeling to anyone who looked at her for more than a minute, Roslyn felt uneasy looking at her.

Names were being called off alphabetically, which only built up the young amity girl. She would be one of the last. Roslyn gazed off into a world of daydream until she heard it. Her name being called.

"Roslyn Summers."

She couldn't move, her muscles refused to move. She shook her head quickly and stood. She gradually walked down the steps until she was close to the platform. Jeanine handed her the knife with a empty smile.

Roslyn's eyes scanned the bowls. Coals for dauntless, earth for amity. Her eyes shut and a breathy sigh left her lips. The blade cut open her hand, it tingled as the blood pooled into her palm.

'Im free...' Her mind whispered to her as she spilt her blood.

A cheer erupted, surprised murmurs filled the room. She quickly marched away. Her eyes scanned for her parents, who smiled sadly and nodded at her in understanding and acceptance.

She was dauntless now.