I sat amongst my friends in the cafeteria waiting for my name to be called for the aptitude test. It was a pretty standard Dauntless conversation. Everyone was being loud and obnoxious, and I would be teased because I refused to take part in the majority of the conversation.

One by one, people get called out to go into the testing room, and other people leave it. Some of those people walk out confidently, others walk out slightly nervous, and then there's the occasional kid who looks scared for his life. Being raised Dauntless, I find it pretty funny to see everyone all worked up and scared. What's there to worry about? In the end, you get to make the final decision.

Finally, my name gets called.

"Ivan Marshall," an unknown voice calls out. "please report to room 6 for immediate testing."

I get up from my table, and walk over to the room, and open the door. Inside I see a Abnegation man who has no defining expression on his face. His clothes were baggy and grey, and in general just looked to be a very boring person.

"Please have a seat. I will now run you through how this test works." says the man.

"You will be placed under a powerful simulation, almost like a hallucinogen. You will experience different scenarios that will eliminate possible factions for you. In the end, you will be left with the faction that is recommended for you, are there any questions?"

"None at all, bring it on!" I respond with a sharpness.

"Very well, let us begin then."

The man reaches into a bag sitting next to him, and pulls out a small white package. He tears it open and places the cloth that was inside on my neck. The sensation is cold, but also feels like it is burning. After a few seconds, he takes out a long needle, tilts my head to the side, and sticks it in my neck. He pushes the plunger down, and I feel the fluid drain into my veins.

"Your simulation will start in a few seconds." says the man in a sterile voice.

Soon after, I black out, and seemingly wake up in a strange new place. I have a jacket on, and in my pants is a wallet with some cash, and a sensation to meet up with friends is strangely with me. A man approaches me, and asks if I have any spare change. He looks like he's in terrible condition, and his clothes are torn up and raggedy.

"Yes, but I have things I need to do with it." I respond flatly, and walk away.

The world around me changes, and suddenly I'm in a room with the same man from earlier, and the same wallet from the previous scenario. There is a man in black, who appears to have a good amount of muscle on him. He closes in on the man from earlier, and throws a punch at him.

"It's been 3 weeks, where's my money?" yells the one man. The other can barely get a word out, but manages to get the point across that he doesn't have it.

The attacker quickly turns in my direction and approaches me.

"What about you? You want to save this guy's life? You look like you have a nice fat wallet." says the man with a grin.

"No. I don't." I'm not sure which I was replying to. The question, or the statement about my wallet. I start backing up to a wall that is near me, and the man follows closely after. Just as I get to the wall, the world goes black.

I wake up in the same chair I passed out in, and the same Abnegation man is standing over me. I feel slightly dizzy from the whole experience, but I'm sure I'll make a fast recovery.

"Let's discuss these results so you know what everything means." he says.

"First of all, in the first scenario, you wouldn't give the homeless man any of the money that you had, which would have prevented him from being assaulted in the second scenario. This rules out both Amity, and Abnegation." with that last statement, he looks down, and almost seems disappointed.

"You also showed a lack of bravery, and sharp thinking in the last scenario. Instead of confronting your attacker, you backed up, and not to the door either, but rather to a wall. This rules out both Erudite, and Dauntless" I could tell he was trying to sound as neutral as possible, and not convey a tone of mockery.

"However, you showed an incredible aptitude for Candor. In the first scenario, you were up front, and open. You did not want to give the man money, but instead of saying you had none, you told him that you did not want to give it to him. In the second scenario, you were even more honest, and said you did not care to save his life. If it hadn't before, this would have ruled out both Abnegation and Amity." the man spoke these words with a more enthusiastic tone, almost being impressed with the results. This was completely out of character for an Abnegation.

"Therefore, for tomorrow's ceremony, I recommend that you choose the glass of Candor, over the fire of Dauntless. However, the choice is yours, and you may remain in your faction if you choose to do so. The exit is on your right, and I hope you have a nice day" says the main, pointing towards the door.

I walk out, and instead of returning to where my friends were sitting, I go to an empty table and put my head down. I had never considered myself to be Candor. I always thought I was Dauntless. Maybe life in a different faction would be better. One that doesn't have so many injuries, and doesn't require you to be vigilant at all times from simply living would be nice. Do I really want to make the change? Could I even live without the support of my family? Daunless members don't really even live that long. Maybe it would be better for me to live longer, and happier, in exchange for the comfort of home. Eventually, I would start my own family anyway.

That night I get no sleep. The constant thoughts were tumbling in my head like clothes in a dryer. Being honest to yourself and others can definitely help you, and the community. You know where you stand, you know what to work on, and you know what you personally want. But being Dauntless, you know you are feared, and respected. You have your friends that you know will have your back. The decision is tough, and I lay down and try to get an hour of sleep before the Choosing Ceremony in the morning.