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At dinner, my family and I sit at the table and talk about the events of the day. "How was your aptitude test?" my sister asks. I really do not feel like talking about it. It was not an experience I would like to rehash. "It was fine," I lie. My mother, of course, catches me. "Really, you don't have to lie," she says. "You shouldn't ask about my result," I huff.

I am not sure why this makes me angry. It just does. She knows there was something about my test that I do not want to disclose. Does she just want to display the fact that I do not belong in Candor? Does she want me to transfer factions? I run to my room. It is all too much for me to take right now.

I am not sure why, but I start to cry. I throw my pillow at the wall and the sobs rack my body. Why am I crying? Just because my mother told me not to lie? No. I am not angry about that. I know I should not lie, and I do not want to, but it is hard to be so honest. It is like trying to eat healthy. You know you should not eat that slice of pie, but you can't resist, so you do it anyway. I smile a little at the thought. I was crying because I do not want to leave, but I know that I will.

The next morning, at breakfast, I am very nervous. Everyone is watching me. I know why. I completely flipped out yesterday, over my result. They already know that it was not Candor. Our last morning together, and all we do is just look at each other. We do not speak to each other. There are no words between us.

Finally, my father breaks the silence. "We should go," he says. "We don't have much time before the choosing ceremony, and we don't want to be late getting there."

I sit in a car next to our neighbor, Drew. His father drives us to the ceremony. We do not have a car. I do not like Drew. Not at all. And I would rather not sit next to him. He knows that I hate him. I have told him several times. He does not like me either. I'm glad I will not have to see him anymore. Drew is such a coward, he acts like a clone of this arrogant boy, peter. He and Molly the tank both. I call her the tank because she is fat and ugly, like an army tank. Those two do everything with Peter. I think it is more out of fear than out of respect. They just do whatever Peter does. They know not how to think and act for themselves. It is as if they share a brain. I honestly, would not be surprised if they did. None of them could ever belong in Dauntless. I doubt seriously that they will choose Dauntless.

The car is big enough for seven people. My father, my mother, my sister, Drew, his father, his mother, and me. We are only driving for about half an hour, but it feels like forever. The parents and my sister debate with each other, like typical Candor. Drew and I just glare at each other and elbow and push each other to irritate each other. I really want to get out of here, but I can't.

When we finally arrive, I have one last conversation with my parents. It is short, but I will remember it forever. My mother says five words to me. "Just choose what you want."

"I love you," I whisper to them. I really do. I wanted them to know that; wanted them to remember that. I walk with all the other sixteen year olds and we line up in a row. Then, the ceremony begins.

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