Due to the Aptitude Tests, classes had to be cut short and we had to report to them after lunch. I should be happy since I didn't have to deal any of the other students (like Thomas...that little toad), but I didn't want to take this stupid test! I knew I was going to a Dauntless regardless, but rules were rules, and I couldn't break them, even if I tried (Mother and Father would both kill me anyways...). I was tapping my foot eagerly as I wait to hear my name called by one of the test proctors. I sit next to one of my childhood friends, Marty Fowler. His pale white skin, shiny orange hair, dimpled cheeks and multiple arm tattoos were hard NOT to miss. He looks at me from the corner of his greenish eye and asks, "Dauntless?"

I nod. Technically, I WAS going to say some smart remarks...but I dismiss them.

"Marty Fowler and Elizabeth Eaton.", a woman's voice says.

We both stood up and headed into the rooms that next to each other. As Marty was about to go into his room, he says to me cockily, "Elizabeth...good luck to ya."

I roll my eyes and said, "Shut up, Marty..."

He snickers and goes into the room. I go into the room, being greeted by a blonde, middle-aged Dauntless woman with two missing front teeth. She smiles as she was showing her teeth.

Yep. Definitely Dauntless.

"My name is Lucy. You must be Elizabeth."

In my mind, I was growling, but giving the Abnegation manners that my mother instilled in me, I nod and smile. "Yes, ma'am."

She was hooking up some wires upon my head and also connecting some tubes as we were being connected. As she was too busy hooking up different wires, I spotted a snake tattoo on her forearm. "What's with the snake tattoo?"

"Curious for a Dauntless.", she says.

I glare at her. "Just wondering. You don't have to be shrew."

Lucy cocks an eyebrow at me. "It's a fear I had to conquer."

"Do you still have that fear?"

"Sometimes...what's YOUR fear?"

"I'm fearless."

"Not ALL Dauntless are fearless."

"My parents are."

"Sure..."

She rolls her eyes at me as she gives me a orange-colored drink. I glare at her. What was her damn problem? I didn't trust her.

"Whoa...what's THAT?"

"Never you mind it. I'm not supposed to tell."

"Aw, come on! Us Dauntless can keep a secret.", I say with a wink.

She glares at me. "Us Dauntless follow the rules..."

I glare at her.

Bitch...

I sip the drink slowly before passing out.

I was in the cafeteria. I look around and breath through my nose. I didn't trust this. Not at all. In front of me, there was a table with two woven baskets: one with a chunk of cheese and another with the knife the size of my forearm.

"Choose.", says a woman's voice.

I jump at the voice.

Damn...shit. What the fuck...?

"The knife, stupid! What do you think?"

I grab the knife, twirling it with my finger, trying not to cut myself. Just because I'm Dauntless, doesn't mean that I'm stupid.

The female voice giggles and says, "Good luck...you're gonna need it."

What the hell does THAT mean...?!

Just then, I heard growling. At first, I thought it was my stomach, but I remember I ate an apple and burrito before coming here. Then, I slowly turn around, only to find a growling pit bull glaring at me, his eyes like black pits. My heart was racing like NASCAR, but I later tried to calm down.

This is only a simulation...it can't hurt me. Calm down. You can do this. Don't let down Dauntless.

My eyes close, steading my breathing. Dogs smell fear due to these glands we produce. I learned that from my Uncle Caleb, my mother's older brother and my father's nuisance. I scream out as I lunge at the pit bull, stabbing it in the midsection, its' blood flowing onto my jeans as I was kneeling near it. I breathe heavily as the dog disappears. I slowly get up and said, "Are you happy...? Can we get ON with the next step!"

Phase One complete. Next...Phase Two.

Train. I'm on a train. Why am I on a train? Is it time to go home? I wonder if the voice heard me. I decide to sit down and relax, but I was too busy staring at a person reading a newspaper. Their hands scarred as if they were burned. I shudder. Was he a Dauntless as well?

"Do you know this person?", he asks, his voice scruffy. He points to the photo on the newspaper with his index finger, his hands still groping the paper.

I glace at the headline.

Brutal Murderer Finally Apprehended!

I wonder if Mom or Dad knew this person. As I was about to tell him, I stop myself.

Maybe telling him that would be a bad idea...

"Well, do you?!"

I jump at his voice.

Bad idea! VERY bad idea!

I close my eyes.

This is a simulation...calm down. Calm down!

I breathe quietly.

"Do you KNOW this person!"

"No, I don't."

He crumples up the paper, so I could see his face. His face scarred up like his hands. I shudder more.

"Tell the truth! You KNOW this person! Tell the truth! Maybe you'll save me...!"

I clear my throat and looked him in the eye.

"I do not know, dear sir..."

My eyes open and I was being stared down by Lucy. Her lips pressed together as she was taking off the wires. She looks at me for a while before saying, "God...that was...interesting...please excuse me."

As she leaves the room, I was staring up at the ceiling, too many thoughts roaming inside of my mind.

Dear God, I hope that I didn't fail this test. But...how can I fail at something that I wasn't prepared for?! God, please let me pass...I don't want to be factionless...

Lucy comes back and sits next to me. "Well, Ms. Elizabeth. Your test was interesting...Only three possibilities came up..."

Three?

"When you were facing the dog, you were thinking of a strategy, which is Erudite-like...though you killed it, making you more of a Dauntless. However..."

"However?"

I was getting tense.

"When you were asked to tell the truth to save that man, you didn't...so Candor is out."

"Good. I hate Candor."

She smiles. "Anyways...Candor's out; yet, you also kept your composure when you wee being asked...not very Dauntless-like...more Amity. Which kind of gives us a problem, Elizabeth."

I grit my teeth.

I don't know what's worse: the possibility of being an Amity (the biggest wimps of all of Chicago) or the possibility of being an Erudite (and being near...Thomas!). I was trying so hard not scream in panic, so I breathe through my nose and say, "That IS quite interesting."

"Yes. These type of results are..." She closes her mouth and sighs a bit. "Divergent."

She comes close to my face, eye to eye, and says, "Liz. Whatever you do...don't-I repeat-DON'T tell anyone."

"I know that we're not supposed to share our test results. I'm not stupid."

"No, Liz...this is IMPORTANT! NO ONE should know about this! EVER! Got it?"

I nod my head slowly. "What is so BAD about being a Divergent?"

"I can't tell you that. All I know is..."

She puts her hands on my cheeks and smiles her missing toothed smile. "Stay tough, Lizzie."

She goes to leave, but stops in her tracks. "Your last name is Eaton, right...? Are you the daughter of Tobias Eaton? And Tris Prior?"

I jump at her question. How does she know my parents? Were they REALLY famous? I know that they're rebels...but still.

"Yes, ma'am."

"My friend knows them; that's why I'm asking."

Was it Tori? I know that she was great friends with my mother, helping her save my Uncle Caleb from being executed by the authorities since he was a Erudite initiative, but he was later saved by both my parents and her, but she was killed by the stupid actionless bastards! I wished that I would had met her; she must have been a total badass chick.

"Is it Tori...?"

"Never you mind."

She smiles again and leaves. I slowly get up from the recliner that I was sitting upon and walked out the room, meting up with Marty, who looked as if he was nervous to see me.

"Are you okay, Marty? You look-"

"Fine. I'm fine, Liz."

"Are you sure?"

"Since when are YOU the caring one?", he snaps, before realizing what he said. "Sorry, Liz. I'm just...oh God. I don't-"

"Marty, I'm cool, okay? It's just a stupid test; don't let it get you down."

"Thanks, Elizabeth."

I was about to slap him, but he runs, laughing at me. I sneer and go outside to jump upon the train, before landing right in front of...Thomas. He smiles widely as he pats a seat next to him. Keira and Mason were rows far from us. Not noticing Thomas on the train. I sigh as I sit next to him.

"What are YOU doing on the train? Only the Dauntless take the train."

"Oh, really?", he says as he looks from left and right, as if he was looking for something. "I haven't seen anything about it in the rules. Nobody hasn't told ME anything about this new rule."

"Haha, very funny, stupid. You know that we only take these trains."

"It's a free world. Can we take the train like a normal society...?"

"No. You, my dear Tommy, are SCUM. Like your damn faction."

"Wow. Why can't we be friends, Lizzie...?"

I know that he wasn't being serious. He wraps his arm around my neck and comes close to me. I shudder. What was he trying to pull? It was a good thing that my stop was coming up next. I try to get up, but my foot accidentely kicks my purple bookbag open, making a book fall out of it. Thomas grabs the book.

"Give it back, Marshall!"

My face was red. He was smirking at me as he was reading the title.

"To Kill a Mockingbird. Interesting...I thought that you hated reading."

"I DO!", I say, snatching the book from him and stuffing it in my bookbag. "I'm just reading it for killing ideas. I mean, it's IN the title. Killing birds, right?"

Lie. It's about racial inequality. Uncle Caleb bought it for me as a gift for me to do something more...constructive...unlike my habit with setting things on fire and making people miserable. Obviously, that the Eruditeness inside of him didn't go away. Clearly, he didn't know me very well.

"Oh. I though that there was a brain in that pretty head of yours.", he says as he gets up and pokes at my forehead. I slap his hand away.

"Knock it off!"

"Sorry. My love..."

I can't take it. I was about to jump off the train, for it was my stop, but Thomas comes close to my ear. "You're very beautiful, dear Elizabeth."

I was about to lose my balance, but manage to jump off safely. Brushing off any rubble on my clothes, I look back and ran to my house, thinking about all of the stuff that Thomas was putting inside of my head.