A/N: I'm sorry that I've been gone for so long, but life is really going at it right now. Today is the only day I could even spare a moment, so I'm sorry. Not much to say. Oh, and sorry if this is a bit depressing, but I just finished a depressing work for my writing class(do you think I should take another one? Please tell me in the comments...), so I'm kind of in that mindset. Also, the stuff I am writing for the aforementioned class is posted under the title 'Writing Class'. If you want to check it out, it's up. Or will be, in a few hours. Here goes!

"If?" I say hopefully.

"Yes, if. Eric said it was preferred, not required."

My heart odes a little leap, which is a tad uncomfortable, but also exhilarating. If I don't have to become someone else, then I won't.

I enter the same courtroom as yesterday, but today, the crowd of Dauntless is gone. I am alone with the other leaders. I passed Candor. What's next?

Fortunately, Max tells me.

"You obviously have nothing to hide, Tris, so you are moving on to Erudite's IQ test." He hands my a tablet, like the ones the people in the Erudite compound use, with the first question already open.

"You may go back to your office to take the test, and then keep the tablet. I will be yours if you pass." I don't like being in the leader's presence, so I get out of there pretty quickly.

On the way to my office, I have the idea to get Tobias and Christina to help me, but decide against it. I don't want to look as smart as all of our brains put together; the leaders may suspect me of being Divergent then.

The questions are pretty simple, and I get a few purposely wrong, just in case. Then I bring myself and the tablet back to the courtroom, where the leaders are still talking. They notice me, and dismiss me quickly, then go back to their conversation. I leave and go to the training room at the back of my office.

I am surprised to find Tobias, Christina, and a few others quietly bickering. Their eyes widen when they see me and shove things behind their backs so I can't see it .Christina quickly ushers me out of the room, after passing her bundle behind her back to Uriah.

"What's-"

"Shhhhh! Put these on. They're your new party clothes instead of," she pauses to look at my clothing in disgust,"that."

I put the clothes on, knowing that she will never give up on me. And I have to admit, I look much better when I'm in her clothes instead of my usual sweatpants and T-shirt.

This time she has picked out black leather boots that go up almost to my knees, black leather capris that just meet my boots, a shimmery gold v-neck t-shirt, and a black leather jacket with its gold zipper off to the left side of my chest. And, of course, to offset it all, a black and gold cuff and a matching pendent. I look really good. Like, very Dauntless. And I feel Dauntless, when I'm in Christina's clothes, so I decide to wear stuff like this every day form no on. I feel like I'm sort of violating a law, but I am in Dauntless. This is how we look, and I lead the faction. I should fit the part.

"Christina? I want to dress like this all the time." She squeals, like she's been waiting for this day and it looked like it would never come, when it did. She pranced around a bit, and then calms herself sown enough to explain why I'm in 'party clothes', which I have been asking the entire time I have been changing.

"It's your birthday!"

"What? No, it;s not. I don't know when I was born, so I wouldn't celebrate."

"Yeah, but we chose a day! Actually, Four chose it, but that's not important. I've planned the party of the century for you!" And with that she drags me back into my office training room, and the party begins.

Sorry this isn't longer, but I think the party should be in another chapter, and I'm kind of out of writing time. Please review!(Real stat: 8,000+ people have read my story, and only 11 have reviewed. )Sad, right? Don't be 'that jerk'.