Susan Black- Chapter 1-The Aptitude Test

I always wondered about what happened to Susan, so…

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I am not Veronica Roth, and therefore not the owner of Divergent, merely an over obsessed fan.

Today is the day. The day of our aptitude test. I'm not too nervous, I know where I belong. I tie my long blonde hair into a tight bun, and pull on my grey clothes, a sign of my faction. I am not one who stands out, like many other Abnegation children I simply slip into the shadows at school. My brother comes down the stairs, with a pale face. He is nervous, I can tell. But no matter. Since we were children, I have known where we will end up. Robert and I both fit into Abnegation, and so do our neighbours, the Prior's. Our father is ready, we climb into the car, and we are gone.

We are all waiting in the long hall, waiting for our names to be called. The Erudite sit over in one corner, in the midst of a heated debate. The Amity sit in another, the girls playing some kind of hand clapping game, while the boys are being loud, and constantly laughing at one thing or another. The Dauntless hang near the door, looking like they'd rather be somewhere else. The Candor hold whispered conversations. And then there is us. The Abnegation sit in silence, all looking exactly the same. My brother's name is one of the first to be called, our surname being Black. He licks his lips nervously, and strides uncertainly towards the door. A couple of minutes later a woman appears at the end of the table and calls my name. I smile at Beatrice and Caleb, my family's neighbours, and make my way to the front.

'Come with me,' the lady says curtly. I smile weakly and follow. She leads me to a room and I am greeted by a Candor woman. She smiles, and gestures for me to lean back on the chair. I do so, clasping my clammy hands on my lap. She turns around, and smiles at me saying,

'Don't worry, this won't hurt.' I frown. Despite the considerate words, there seems to be a malicious undertone. But I have no time to worry, as she turns back towards me, and jabs something into my arm. I look up just in time to see her smiling sweetly once more before she fades away.

I find myself in an unknown room, with a knife and a block of cheese in front of me. A voice comes from above, commanding me to choose one of them. Tentatively, I reached out for the cheese. The knife suddenly vanished, leaving me holding the cheese on my own. I turned around to see a ferocious looking dog in the distance. Thinking fast I broke off little bits of cheese, to try and calm the dog down, but to no avail. The dog leapt forward snarling and growling. I winced, and turned my head away, waiting for the pounce. But to my surprise, the dog stopped just before it reached me, and changed course. I stood on tiptoes to see what had attracted its attention. To my shock a little girl was beckoning it towards her. I bit my nail, anxiously. 'Little girl,' I called out. 'Little girl.' She wasn't reacting. I stood and watched in horror as the dog prowled ever nearer. At the last moment I tried to throw myself over the dog, but found myself smacking in to the ground, as the scene evaporated around me. I found myself on a bus, but nobody seemed to notice me. Except, that is one man, who was holding a newspaper. He thrust this newspaper into my face, asking me the same question over and over again.

'Do you know this man? Do you?'

I looked at the picture, with the overwhelming sensation that I knew the man. But did I? Or was it just the simulation?

'No,' I said to him. 'No, I'm sorry.'

'But you could save me. You could save me.'

I bit the inside of my cheek, should I admit to knowing this man? 'Yes,' I nodded finally, 'Yes I do.'

Once again I found myself in the testing room with the Candor woman in front of me. She finishes typing something on the computer and turns back to me.

'I've got your results,' she says. I nod, too worried to speak.

'The aptitude test suggests a faction of-'