A/N This is my first fanfiction, so I'm not as expirienced. That being said, I would like you to review so that I know what you guys think. That way, I can fix my writing if needed. Thanks, and happy reading!

Tris P.O.V.

My name is Beatrice Prior. I live in Abnegation with my parents, Andrew and Natalie, my brother, Caleb, and my best friends, Uriah and Zeke.

Today is the day that we take the Aptitude Test, and right now, I am terrified; terrified of getting Abnegation as a result, and even more so at the possiblity of my test resulting in something else. Something more daring. Something more dangerous.

"You nervous?" Uriah asks, sensing my fear. I quikly take the sweat off of my palms by wiping them on my pants. "No," I say. Then I shoot back. "Are you?" "No!" Uriah says, almost too defensively.

I let it slide for now, knowing full well what he is thinking, for I've known him since we were babies. He is thinking about transfering. To where, I do not know.

"Uriah Pedrad!" a voice calls. "Good luck!" I call after him. "You too," he calls back, then he is gone. I earn a few wierd looks from yelling good luck to Uriah. It is unabnegation-like to yell. I can feel my face turning red, so I look down.

I look over at Zeke, who has been quiet since this morning. "Zeke, are you okay? It is not like you to stay silent" I ask. Zeke nods. Then he lowers his voice and says "I think I am going to transfer to Dauntless,"

I stare at him for a few seconds then laugh. "Zeke, you've always been Dauntless. I have been able to see it in you since second grade!" He looks at me strangely. "Seriously, it's that obvious?" he asks. "Yes!" I exclaim. I laugh again, earning more stange looks and whispers from Candor kids.

"Well I never thought that-" Zeke Pedrad a woman cuts him off. "Gotta go," he says. Before he walks into the room he calls to me "Good luck," then disapears behind the door.

Because they go in alphabetical order, I will be next. I look at Caleb, and he doesn't show even an ounce of anxiety or fear. Of coure he doesn't, he is the perfect abnegation.

I am interupted by my thoughts when the woman says, "Beatrice Prior,"I get up and once again wipe my sweaty hands on my pants.