A/N: I do not own Divergent. All rights go to Veronica Roth and Katherine Tegen Books. No plagiarism intended.

I'm nervous. How could I not be? It's the aptitude test today. This test will tell me my personality. It has a mind of its own, but it won't lie. I would do best to listen to it.

"Are you nervous?" my strict, stern mother Jeanine Mathews walks toward me, her light heels clicking with every step.

"Yes, mother." I can't lie; she would be able to tell.

"Don't be. You belong here. You are smart and dedicated. You will follow in my footsteps."

That may sound great to some. The compliments and approval of a mom, the only problem is I don't want that. I don't want the life that comes in this drab, white prison. I want out. I want to be free. I am smart, but that's not what I want. I want to live different. I don't want to hate people that did nothing. I don't want to be an Erudite.

"Of course," I say with my head ducked.

"That's a good girl," my mom says, patting my shoulder as she walks past.

I turn to my room and throw on my best blue dress, fastening a white belt around my waist. My mom lent me a pair of white and blue flowered flats, so that's what I wear. I look around my room. Unstained white marble covers every surface. Two blue bookshelf's line a wall, books on every level. My closet is small, yet practical, and filled to the brim with blue and white clothes, clothes I will not need after tomorrow. At least I hope.

I take a deep breath and walk out of the door. I ride the bus over to the ancient building we call the Hub. It is where kids 5-16 go to school. There are also ten rooms, these rooms you only enter once. They are the rooms I am most nervous to enter. They will decide my fate.

School goes by quickly and pretty soon lunch is over. All of the kids in my year head up the stairs to the third level. We sit in rows, alphabetically ordered. I'm behind a Stiff and in front of an Amity. They pretty much both despise my faction and shoot me dirty looks at every turn. After about an hour, the Stiff is called. I begin to get her nervous. I'm in the next group. My hands begin to sweat. Please not Erudite. PLEASE!

"Myra Mathews."

I stand up and walk silently towards the woman dressed all in gray. Abnegation, of course. They are the most trusted in the community. I know they would never be unfair, but shouldn't Candor be the most trusted?

Anyway, the woman leads me to a room, a room with mirrors covering every wall. This is a nice change. I circle around, taking it all in.

"I am Mrs. Prior. I will be administering your test," the lady says with a warm smile. She seems very nice. "Can you please sit in the chair?"

I move towards the only thing that is on the small room. A small recliner with a computer attached.

"Drink this, please."

I take it in hand, knowing my faction created it so it's safe to drink. I trust too easily. I'll have to fix that. In one gulp, I down the tiny vile.

The room changes into a big field, nothing in sight except a table and a basket. In the basket is cheese and a knife.

"Choose!" a loud voice booms.

I choose the knife. How would cheese help?

The second my hand touched the knife, the table disappears. A loud growl comes from nowhere and a big, black dog appears. He is growling and thrashing his teeth. I throw the knife, but it doesn't hit the dog, just lands near him. He charges, the knife giving him renewed adrenaline. I duck and just wait. He comes up and licks my face. I think all is good until the scene changes again and I am back in the room, only I am the only person here. I look around studying myself intently. My reflection gives me relief and energy to move on. I push open the door and find myself in a bus. I sit in a seat by myself until I spot someone I know. I run up to her and give her a hug, it just seems natural.

Then a scary man comes, looking anxious and frightened.

"Murderer." he yells, looking at his newspaper.

He shoves the picture in my face. "Do you know this man?"

The man did indeed look familiar, but I didn't feel any need to tell this strange man who smelled of smoke.

"No," I replied flatly.

"You're lying! Your information could save my life."

I'm taken aback by his dismissive attitude. He thinks so little of me.

"I do not know of the man or his whereabouts."

And with that I walk off of the bus. The scene outside looks like a big canvas. A pallet of five colors appears in my hand.

"Paint a picture with one color," the same voice from the field tells me.

I train my eyes on each of the colors in turn. First the light blue, then the tomato red, then the dark grey, next is the pure white, and lastly the black. I think about a color that will be bright and pretty. So I rule out white and gray. Then I rule out the black because it seems too dark to cover my world with. The light blue reminds me of my old Faction and makes me want to throw up, so I rule that out, too. That leaves the red. Bright and happy. It is perfect! I put a drop of paint on the canvas and the scene ends.

I wake up, slightly shaken by the feeling of realness in the simulation, but overall in good shape. That is, until I see Mrs. Prior's face. She is chalk white and terrified.

"If you will excuse me for a moment," she says, awed.

I nod, not that it would change anything. She is already half way out the door.

I sit and possibly wonder what could've gone wrong. Did the test break? Did I see something I shouldn't have? What if I don't belong in any Faction? A bunch of questions and what its pop in mind until I'm sufficiently worried.

Minutes later, Mrs. Prior reappears.

"What were my results? Where do I belong?"

"You're results were inconclusive. You don't belong in any one faction."

"What? This test is supposed to work! We are supposed to trust the test!"

"Myra! The test didn't work on you! You're different. They call it Divergent."

"How can that be?"

"Each simulation is supposed to prove or disprove at least 1 faction. By taking the knife, you proved Dauntless. By shying away from the dog, you showed Amity. By showing interest in your reflection you out ruled Abnegation." That doesn't surprise me. I'm not selfless. "By hugging the girl on the bus, you showed Amity. By lying to the man, even if it meant you could save him ruled out Candor and Abnegation. Then, by running from the bus, you showed Dauntless. And of course, Erudite was out ruled when you showed disgust for the blue."

"Smaller words please."

"In summary, you showed equal aptitude for Dauntless and Amity. That could be bad. If they find out about you, they will kill you. Tell no one."

"But what am I supposed to choose! I'm supposed to rely on it!"

"I can't help you. It is your decision from now on."

I scream, frustrated. This was supposed to WORK!

"You need to leave now. You don't want anyone suspecting. Tell no one."

I get up and walk out, still angry. I thought this would make me free, but I could never be free, not with the conflicts my personality has.