Oh my god, seriously? Another lecture?

'This is the last time you set fire to your brothers book, okay?' demands my mother 'Save the burning until you transfer.' They're sure that I'm going to transfer to dauntless, and they're right. I can't stand another moment here with these smartasses. Do I look like I care if you know the square root of five hundred and three? No.

I've always been the outcast here anyway. They accuse me of being a psychopath. I might be one, but I can still develop relationships with people. So like, three quarters a psychopath. Yeah, that's me. Justina Robins, the three quarter psychopath.

Tomorrow is when I take my aptitude test. I honestly can't wait, can't wait to prove how dauntless I really am. And it sounds fun too; I mean if I can't prepare for it, it must be!

'Go to bed, being tired is not a good idea for the test.' Says my dad

By now I've taken off my blue erudite blazer and it's been thrown lazily on my bed. That's about as messy as it gets here in erudite. Just wait till I get to dauntless. Talk about a mess. I leave on the clothes I'm wearing and fall asleep fairly quick.

I wake up to the next day, no dreams for the night. I get up and put on my regular clothes; a button-down shirt, a blue blazer, black leggings and boots.

I leave my room to find dad reading the newspaper and mom is eating breakfast, along with my brother, Liam. I ruffle his hair and sit next to him.

'What's for breakfast?' I ask 'Smart-O's?'

Liam snorts and mom sighs 'no, Justina, it's scrambled eggs.'

'You're so boring, mom!' Liam says. 'When I turn sixteen I'm going to pick dauntless!'

I've just shoved a whole bunch of eggs in my mouth and then I laugh, spraying egg all over dad's newspaper.

'Well, we'll have to see what your results are first, won't we?' mom says, taking his empty plate and placing it in the dishwasher.

'Justina, you'd better get ready for school. Go.' Dad says.

'Dad, if you actually looked up from that dumb newspaper you'd see I'm already dressed.'

His eyes flick up for a moment 'oh. Never mind.'

The corner of his mouth turns up before he puts the newspaper onto the table 'look, Naomi' that's my mom's name.

II roll my eyes and go into my room to get my bag. And Liam's because he's lazy. Maybe he should be amity. Wow that was rude.

I pull Liam out of the room by his collar and when we're outside I let go. We walk down to the ground (we live in an apartment building) and start walking to school.

'What are you going to get in your test, Sina?' Liam asks; he calls me Sina because apparently saying Just is too much work for an eight-year-old.

'How am I supposed to know?' I reply 'I could get Amity for all I know.'

He laughs 'You're not going to get Amity; I bet you'll get dauntless.'

'What do you bet?'

'My forehead.'

'Interesting bet. I'll take it.'

We both chat about random things until we reach school, then we line up and I tell him to be quiet because people look at me weirdly enough as it is.

Here come the dauntless, jumping off trains. Show-offs.

I wanna be dauntless so bad.

The entire day until lunch I'm not paying attention. Not really an exception from usual.

During lunch I sass a couple of smartasses and they leave me alone to read until my name is called. One of the Amity girls looks like she's gonna puke. Cool.

There are ten rooms, the doors of which open simultaneously. Wow, big deal.

I step in and an abnegation man is preparing a weird drink.

He turns around and smiles 'Hello, are you Justina Robins?' he asks.

I nod. I don't think I remember ever being nervous before.

'Sit down, please.' I walk over to the chair and sit carefully in it and lay back.

Comfy.

He hands me a small glass with a clear liquid in it.

I don't ask what it is; I just down it in one go. Go me.

My eyes close, when they open, it's like I blinked but I'm in a different scene. I'm still on the chair in the same room, but the abnegation man is gone and across the room is a table. I get up out of the chair and, naturally, I walk over. There are two plates, one has cheese on it. The other has a knife.

'Choose one.' Says the voice of Janine Matthews. I don't like her, she's a bitch.

'What if I don't?' I shout back. No reply.

Eh. I grab both at once and hear a growl from behind me. I turn around to see a large dog walking towards me with its teeth bared.

Should I give it the cheese? Or should I stab it?

I don't wanna stab it, but I take a bite of the cheese because it looks nice, then I offer it to the dog.

It barks and runs towards me angrily. I instinctively throw the knife and there's a wince before I open my eyes. Oh my god I killed it! What have I done!

My breathing becomes heavy and I wake up in the aptitude test room.

'give me a moment...' says the man. He walks into another room and comes out moments later.

'We've never had a test like yours before; no one has ever eaten the cheese themselves. But, I suppose your result is dauntless, congratulations.'