I stand in line, shaking. I'm not cut out for Dauntless.

Then again, I didn't get an aptitude for that.

I should go for the safe option, like the Abnegation woman said. The Abnegation woman who gave me my aptitude results. She said that there were safe points about choosing either Candor or Abnegation, but that Abnegation is safer in general. In Abnegation, they would assume the best of me. There would be no way for me to draw attention to myself, and Abnegation people would protect me. In Candor, it would be assumed that whatever I said was the truth. Being in Candor has always been fine for me in the past; I've never had any secrets so I've never had any problems. It would only be a problem during the initiation when I was on truth serum because then I would have to tell the truth.

But if Divergent people can resist simulations and serums, then what difference would that make?

"Emra Veritine," my name is called out by one of the Abnegation leaders, Mr Eaton. It makes me jump.

I step forward nervously.

She also told me that if I was thinking about choosing Candor, then I should collect lies. Not little lies or white lies. Anything big would do. I don't know where to start. A lifetime of telling the truth isn't going to be very easy to make lies out of.

I am handed the knife. I stick the tip of the knife into the tip of my finger and wince. I'm definitely not cut out for Dauntless.

I look at the things I could choose to drop my blood onto. Soil, water, glass, flame and stone. I would love to be the first person to choose Erudite; just to see my blood sink gracefully into the water. You don't get that effect with any of the other substances. But I am not smart enough for Erudite, and even if I was the water is already murky with others' blood. Plus I am not making my decision based on which bowl would be the nicest to watch my blood splatter into.

Before yesterday, I would not have considered any faction other than Candor. But now that I have been told I have an aptitude for both Candor and Abnegation and that I should guard this secret like I guard my life, I am not so sure.

Amity would be nice. Everyone is always happy there. I consider it for a second. Then I decide to do what I'm expected to do; the least suspicious option. For now, anyway.

I watch as a single drop of blood from the tiny spot I cut drips onto the glass.

I go to stand with my friends and classmates.

"Why did you take so long?" my best friend, Frank, hisses.

"I was considering transferring," I whisper back, truthfully. I could have lied: "No one questions your candor here in Candor!" as the classroom posters always boast.

"Good thing you didn't, I'd have killed you."

Yeah. Good thing. Let the lying begin.

And after Frank's choice of words, I have thought of the perfect lie that will kill two birds with one stone.

Author's Note: I've decided that since I finished uploading my Rue fanfiction I'd start posting this Divergent one. I hope you enjoy it! :D