"Drink up, girl," the woman speaks, her voice becoming testy, "It won't hurt you, Amity, let's get a move on." She has blonde hair and a black coat with white on it. Candor. Average, maybe a little pretty, but the angry expression she makes ruins her face. Her eyebrows pinch together and she taps her hand steadily on the table, her long, painted nails clicking against the metal.

I'm happy to comply, if it makes her happy, and not angry anymore. I take to small glass she holds out to me, and down it in two gulps. I feel a little dizzy, and close my eyes to steady my spinning head. When I blink my eyes open, the Candor woman is gone. The table has vanished as well. All that's left in the room is the chair. I swing my legs off it and stand, frowning. This isn't good at all.

"Choose," a quiet firm voice tells me.

I turn to see where it came from, and it's a young woman, dressed in only white. I frown again. What faction is she from? Candor? No, she has no black on her. I blink slowly, trying to think. The woman repeats herself, louder than before.

"Choose," her eyes are green. Like grass. Her hair is like the bark of a tree. She points at something behind me and I turn again to look.

There are two small platforms, high as my waist. One has a knife resting on top, the other a small block of cheese. What do I choose? The thought of holding the knife makes me slightly upset. So instead, my fingers lift the cheese from where it sat. I turn to the woman to ask her why I needed to pick, and she isn't there. In her place, stands a dog. I shudder. It is nothing like the pets that people have at home. This one has cruel black eyes and foam drops from it's lips, which are pulled back into a snarl. I choke and take a step back as the dog begins to come to me.

"Please," I say hoarsely, holding out the cheese, my hands shaking, "Here."

I close my eyes and prepare to feel the dogs teeth tear at my skin, but instead I hear a whine. I snap my eyes open. The dog looks expectingly at me, and I laugh.

"Good dog," I say, and feed the dog the cheese. I smile, how nice. Dogs are very cute, the nice dogs are at least. I decide this one is good nor bad.

"Puppy!" A new unfamiliar voice sounds. It belongs to a little girl, no more than ten. She is wearing blue. Erudite. "Can I pet him?"

I shake my head. "He's not a very nice dog, and he may bite you," I frown, "I'm sorry."

The dog spots her and growls, lunching from my arms, and running after the little girl. She turns and runs and it is going to catch her. I can't move. I'm too afraid. I watch it get closer and then they are gone. I'm staring at the brown walls of the testing room. The simulation is over. I lay, breathing hard. It wasn't real. It wasn't.

"Hm," the woman says, "As expected."

I lean forward and stand, breathless, "Um..." I trail off.

"Amity," she says, with a tight smile, "Is your result. Now you may head back to your class, and if you aren't feeling well you can head home."

I nod and begin to leave, "Um..." I begin, "What is your name?"

She smiles, and she looked very pretty, I like her much more, "Sarah, you're the first to ask," she waves, "Good luck tomorrow, Hana."

"Thank you," I wave back and slide out of the room, letting the heavy door slide shut. I was right. Amity is where I have always belonged and always will. I was raised there. Kilan and I will live together and our days will be peace fillied and calm. That is where I will chose.