Hi, everyone who is nice enough to read this! I just started writing my first story. I hope you like it. :p
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I look at myself in the mirror. I am tall with brown skin and short hair. I wear black pants and a white shirt; Candor clothes.
I think I am rather pretty, but I never say that to anyone. If someone says to me, "You're pretty." I lie and say, "I don't think I'm pretty." A lie is not Candor behavior. We are supposed to be the honest.
I lie to my friends and my parents. Not about important things, but still...I lie. I do not want to lie, but I do, anyway.
I walk into the dining room and see my parents; my little sister; and my cute, little dog waiting for me. I pick up my dog and hug him. He is so cute! Then, I sit down next to my sister at the table. We have hamburgers for dinner. Hamburgers are my favorite food. I make small talk with my father about school, and the aptitude test, and he talks about his work.
The aptitude test. My stomach lurches at the thought. It is tomorrow. I am very nervous about my result. I really love my family and my friends, but I do not think that I belong here. I lie too often. I am not sure where I belong, but I know that it is not here.
*The Next Day*
Today is the day of the aptitude test. When I walk into the testing room, there is an Abnegation woman standing next to a big chair. She introduces herself as Alice. I barely squeak out a shaky "Hi," before going to sit in the chair. It looks like a dentist's chair. Alice hands me a strange liquid that looks and smells dirty. "Drink it," she says.
"Alright." I do as she instructs. "Eww," I say, my face contorting to show my dislike for the awful taste of it. Then, my eyes close, involuntarily.
When I open my eyes, I am in a cafeteria. There are two boxes. One containing a knife, and one with some cheese. A woman says to me, "Chose." I do not like being told what to do, but I know that I have to choose. I take the knife, because I do not know why the hell someone would choose cheese over a knife. You would have to be some stupid, daydreaming, Amity hippie. I hate them.
The next thing I know, a rabid dog is running straight me. It's eyes flash with anger. It is not a sweet dog, like mine. I am not scared of it, so I take the knife and stab the dog. I have never used a knife to fight, before, but it goes very well. I swear at the dog and yell stupid things like, "I thought you would be a fighter!" But I never thought anything of him. A lie. Always a lie. The dog fall to the ground at my feet, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
After several more scenarios, I am back in the testing room. Alice smiles at me. I am not sure what she will say. I did not choose the cheese, but instead I chose the knife. I lied. I am hoping for Dauntless.
When Alice says, "Your results were Dauntless," a small smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. It is nice to hear. I was hoping to get Dauntless and I did. It is not hard to decide which faction I will choose tomorrow, at the Choosing Ceremony. It will, of course, be Dauntless.