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Before I know it, I'm standing in front of the door for the testing room. I take a breath and twist the handle. I walk in to see a woman with raven hair and a few different colored stripes through it. She looks up and motions for me to sit down. I sit in a chair with a huge machine hooked up to it.

"I'm Tori" she says, with a blank face. I nod and wait for her to test me. But when she kneals down, and I notice a tattoo across the back of her neck of a hawk. Out of curiosity, which is strictly forbidden in Abnegation, I ask "Why the hawk?" "Never met a curious Abnegation before." She says looking up at me. She presses electrodes to my head while humming and says "In some parts of the ancient world, a hawk resembles the sun. I got this because I figured if I had the sun on me, I wouldn't be afraid of the dark." Even though it is against Abnegation rules, I blurt out another question. "Oh. Your afraid of the dark?" I ask. "I was afraid of the dark, but I got over it." She presses the last electrode to her own head and attaches a wire to it. "Now it just reminds me of the fear I've overcome.

She walks behind me. I cant help but squeeze the armrest so tightly my knuckles turn white. She passes me a cup of clear liquid. "Drink it." She says after I examine it for what seemed like the umpteenth time. "W-what is it? What will it do to me?" "Just drink it." I plug my nose and chug the whole thing.

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When I open my eyes, I see that I am somewhere else. I stand in an empty room that looks to me like the school cafeteria. I look out the window to see that it's snowing outside. When I look back, I now see two baskets set on a small table. One basket has cheese and the other has a knife. "Choose." I hear. I turn around, but nobody is there. I turn back to the baskets. "What will I do with them?" I ask. "Choose!" she yells. When she screams, I get slightly angry. "Just tell me." "Have it your way."

The baskets disappear. I hear a slight squeak coming from the door and turn around. There is a huge dog standing there bearing it's teeth at me. "Shit" I mutter. It crouches low and slowly creeps toward me. I now see why the cheese or knife would come in handy.

I think about running, but figure that it would easily catch up. I defiantly cant wrestle it to the ground. I need to make a decision. The dog growls once again, and I can feel the vibration in my skull. My biology textbook says that dogs can smell fear, and if they smell it, they will attack. The dog gets closer, its long nail scraping the floor.

I slowly sit on my knees and close my eyes, so I don't look it in the eyes, which is a sign of aggression. I can smell the dogs fowl breath getting stronger. If staring into its eyes is a sign of aggression, what's a sign of submission? It barks in my ear, and I have to bite down on my tounge to keep from screaming.

I feel something rough and wet swipe my cheek. I open my eyes and find a smaller and gentler version of the dog sitting down and wagging it's tail. It props it's paws on my lap and licks my face again. I smile and let it sniff my hand. "Your not such a vicious beast after all, huh?" I say. I get up slowly and steadily so I don't frighten it. I stretch out my hand, carefully, so if I need to, I can draw it back. I'm glad I didn't pick the knife.

I blink, and when I open my eyes a little girl dressed in white is standing across the room. Stretches out both of her hands and squeals happily. "Puppy!" she says. As she runs toward the dog next to me, I open my mouth to warn her, but the dog is already running after her. I don't think, I just jump; hurling my body on top of the dog, wrapping my arms around it's neck.

My head hits the cold floor. The dog and the little girl are gone. Instead I am in the testing room alone. I look around and cant help but notice that I can no longer see myself in the mirrors. I push the door open and walk into the hallway. Only, it isn't a hallway, it's a bus, and all of the seats are taken.

I stand in the hallway and hold onto a pole. Standing next to me is a man holding a newspaper. I cant see his face over the newspaper, but I can see his hands. They are scarred, like he was burnt, and he clenches the paper like he wants to rip or crumple it. "Do you know this guy?" he asks. He points to the front of the paper. It is a picture of a young man with a beard. The headline reads: "Brutal Murderer Finally Apprehended!" I stare at the words. Murderer. Even its shape fills me with dread.

I feel like I do know the man in the picture, I don't remember though. "Well, do you?" he asks roughly. I don't know whether to tell him or not. I would probably be a bad-no very bad idea. I feel like if I tell him, something awful will happen to me. I need to convince him that I don't know. I could shrug my shoulders-but that would be a lie.

I clear my throat. "Do you?" he repeats. I shrug my shoulders. "Well?" I shudder. This is not real, its not real, its not real. I repeat in my head. "Nope" I say, my voice slightly cracking. "No idea who this guy is" He stands and I finally see his face. He wears dark sunglasses and his mouth is bent into a snarl. His cheek has multiple scars, just like his hands. He leans to my face. Not real, not real. I remind myself. "You're lying." He says. "You're lying!" "I am not lying." "I can see it in your eyes" I pull myself up straighter. "No you cant" "If you know him, you could save me You could save me!" he exclaims. I narrow my eyes to thin slits. "Well," I say. I set my jaw. "I don't"

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I wake up in the chair with sweaty palms and guilt filling my chest. I look around and see Tori standing behind me. She clenches her teeth and un-hooks me. I wait patiently for her to say my results for the test, but she says nothing, just pulls the wires from my head. I sit up and wipe my hands on my dress. I probably did something wrong. Does she have that look on her face because of my results? I wish she would just tell me.

"That was….perplexing. Excuse me, I'll be right back. Wait, perplexing? As the moments she is gone pass, I get more and more nervous. I have to wipe my hands every once and a while as the sweat collects more and more. What if they tell me I'm not fit for Abnegation-or any faction for that matter? I would have to live on the streets, with all of the other factionless. I cant do that. Community is the most important thing in life. Without a faction, I would have no reason to live. I shake away those thoughts. I cant think like that. It will make me even more nervous that I already am.

Finally, Tori walks back into the room. She pulls me out of the chair and brings me to the door. She looks from side to side. "Gwendolyn, your results were inconclusive" she says. "Typically, each stage of the simulation eliminates one or more of the factions, but in your case, only 2 have been ruled out. I stare at her. "Two?" I ask, my voice cracking. "Yes, Amity and Candor." she says. "But, don't worry about Candor, only Candor get that one." I breathe out a sigh of relief. "Well, I guess that's not entirely true. People who tell the truth are Candor….and the Abnegation. She says. "Which gives us a problem." My mouth falls open. "Jumping on the dog and not letting it get the girl is an Abnegation oriented response, but not telling the man the truth is not." "What I'm trying to say is that…you're Divergent." "You cant tell anyone. It is extremely dangerous. I'm going to say that you had to go home sick, okay?" "But the test is supposed to help us choose. The test-" I say. "The test didn't work on you. You're just going to have to make this decision by yourself." She says. And with that, she pushed me out the door.

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