"-I'm going to give a little speech and then you will be tested in alphabetical order, by last name" My mother said, pacing around, making sure she had all her notes and papers "Elizabeth?" My head shot up at the sound of my name "Yes?" I asked in response "You were paying attention to what I was saying weren't you?" she asked staring at me. She hated repeating things to me, maybe it was just the Erudite in her or the fact that I was the only one that didn't always give her complete attention. "As I was saying, you will take your aptitude tests and then tomorrow you will choose your faction of choice at the choosing ceremony" I nodded in reply, I learned to do that a while back because, with my mother, few words speak louder than many words and no words speak the loudest.

I walked to school, still not wanting to take the nice cars that my mother took when she traveled places, I found that they attracted attention and I didn't want that. While my mother was still trying to gain control over all the factions I was perfectly happy being the girl that everyone knew was the daughter of Jeannine Matthews but ignored her anyway. I got there to be crowded into the auditorium by faction. My friend Emilia Mayor sat to my left, we had almost always been next to each other because we were almost always seated alphabetically. We had become really good friends over the years. I remember when we were learning about Divergents and how they threaten the system we passed notes back and forth with all the possible combinations of Divergents we could make. I heard heels click on the floorboards of the stage in the auditorium and knowing exactly who the heel clicking belonged to, I stopped my talking and rested my hands in my lap. "Students of the factions, today you will be taking your aptitude tests. They will be administered to you by a proctor from another district. When you are finished, your proctor will tell you the name of the faction that you placed in. You may not share this information with anyone, unless asked by a government official." My mother's lips formed a thin line as she looked down at the list of names "Addison Anderson to room one, Franklyn Armstrong to room two, and Riley Bach too room three" she called out. I watched them get up and leave the room and then commenced my conversation with Emilia.