YAYAYAY! Writing my first fanfic is giving me a thrill! First chapter is starting at the day of the aptitude test! Disclaimer- I do not own Divergent or the characters of the books/movies! Hope you guys enjoy!

Class is as usual. Faction history, and for the rest of the day, Candor only classes. Our virtus is honesty, so we all have to say what we like and dislike about our own and others outfits, personality, or work.

A voice speaks up behind me. "Lucillia's dress isn't very form-fitting!" She laughs. "She looks like a stiff." Everyone turns towards me, and they all giggle. Though I feel my cheeks burning, I giggle with them and shake it off like its nothing. The teacher dismisses us, and we all head down the hall to do our aptitude tests.

Me and my best friend, Julia, walk side by side into the large auditorium-like cafeteria. Each faction is separated into their own separate tables, and I sit at the Candor table among the sea of black and white. Waiting for my name to be called, I look around at the other factions.

I first look at all the Amity, who are sharing bread, (He he, bread..) for some reason, and smiling at eachother. Then, the Abnegation. They are doing what stiffs usually do, staying quiet, proper, and sharing short conversations. Dauntless are louder than all the other factions combined, so I look to them next.

They are talking loud, but still not saying much. The Dauntless speak without a purpose, without having any Candor in them, unless they had transferred. Dauntless are chaotic- but that might just be why they are so amazing. They can be that crazy, while still keeping- well, most of- their sanity. One of them gets on to the table, followed by others, and they start shouting, "Dauntless! Dauntless! Dauntless!" Until and Erudite supervisor comes over and tells them off.

The Erudite are having "interesting" debates about politics and their tests. And then I hear my name. "Lucillia Riorp, please come for your test, Lucillia Riorp." (Thanks to my friend for coming up with "Prior" Backwards for a last name. *claps*) I slowly walk into the testing room, unsure if I still will be Candor or not. I never liked telling the truth, really, and lies are easily visible. "Hi, I'm Tori. I'll be administering your aptitude test. Sit."

As she hooks me up to the test machine, she hands me a vial of strange blue liquid. "Lucy, was it? Drink up." She says in a tone that makes her seem bored to be here. "Lucillia, actually." I let out a sigh. "Whatever, Lucillia. Just drink the serum.

I hesitantly drink from the vial of blue serum, and the room fades away, and I am surrounded by- myself. Waiting for something to happen, I sit, and a rabid dog appears in front of me. I realize its running towards me, but I soon remember- This isn't real. If I could find a way to modify the simulation, I could get a knife.. I feel around the ground, and a point pricks my finger. A blade.

I hold it up, and stab into the dog just as it's about to jump on me. It whimpers, and backs away. Then I am back next to Tori, and I feel as if I'm going to be sick.

"What was my result?" "Dauntless, but you modified the simulation. A non-Divergent, corrupted the system." "Wait, Divergent are real?!" "Yes, but you cant tell anyone about this. You understand?" I nod, but it rattles my brain so much it gives me a headache. "You look sick. Pale. Here, head home, you can take the back door." I give her a grateful look, and just before the door closes, she says one final thing. "Choose wisely."