Bonjour! So, second chapter is here! Please tell me what you think and message me on tumblr.
I don't own most of these characters, however the few I do will not be common.

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Today I take my aptitude test. They give me an idea of which faction I belong in but of course it doesn't determine which faction you join. You aren't allowed to prepare for it in anyway or reveal your result until after the Choosing Ceremony which for a change is taking place at 9pm instead of the next day. I worry myself about this test as I cannot prepare for it but I hold myself together. Head held high. I enter the hall where we will wait for our names to be called out. I sit with Clary, Alec and Isabelle.
"Is anyone else thinking of changing?" Clary blurts out.
I shake my head with a scowl.
"Not me, dauntless till I die," I grin.
"It's what we were born to do," Alec mumbles, he seems terrified.
"Yes, guys, I... um I'm changing to Amity," Isabelle cowers.
Everyone sits in shock and looks at her, Clary reaches for her hand under the table before Isabelle starts again.
"Jeez, guys I'm joking," she laughs and Clary arms retracts.
"Well, guys I'm not being Candor for a moment longer!" She giggles,
"Dauntless till I die!" We cheer and laugh.
"Jace Wayland!" a deep voice calls, cutting off our laughter immediately.
I stand instantly, time to go. I walk to the doors about to face my nightmares. Soon, it will all be over. I'll be happy and it's not like factions can reject initiates, especially when you are in line up for leader!

Im greeted by an woman who wears the colours of Amity, so I presume she is Amity. She wears a red strap top and three quarter lengths red jeans. She smiles at me and I return the gesture.
"Hello, my name is Drew Kassor. You may call me by my first name or last, it doesn't bother me. You are Jace I assume?," she looks my way and I nod, "Good, now take a seat. This is a simulation and none of it is real, you won't realise this at the time but you will after. Are you ready?" She hands me a vial as I sit.
"Yes," I agree and take the vial with a blue liquid in and down it. It taste of cinnamon but sweeter. The taste dissipates as I am sucked into the simulation.

Before me lays a gun, a whip, a block of cheese and a collar. Then a voice in my head appears out of no where.
"Choose!" The voice booms into each and every corner of my skull. I reach for them all. I'm not sure why and I scoop them up. They disappear suddenly. I gulp, I shouldn't have done that. Don't worry, I reassure myself. It's just a simulation... wait, what was the thing Drew said about simulations. The thought melts through my mind as a vicious growling dog appears. I sit and fold my legs, waiting for it to approach. Soon it does, it comes bounding up playfully. I stroke it and wink at it. However, a little girl appears, she doesn't know the dog is vicious. Worry and terror rushes through my body. My eyes fly open, I'm in the room again, sweat pouring down my face. Drew approaches me with a look of worry across her face.
"Your test results, well they didn't match as they should of," she gives me a weak smile, "You see, the test works in a strange way, each part is meant to eliminate one faction, to leave you with the ultimate faction that you are most like. However, you picked up all four of the objects which eliminated no faction. You didn't approach the dog so that's no other faction eliminated. Finally, the girl.. you woke up. Only the Divergent can control a simulation. The divergent aren't bound to one faction. Mostly two, sometimes three. Four is unheard of.. However, you have the aptitude for all five." She concludes.
"Oh... I can still pick dauntless right?" I ask, after swallowing hard.
"Yes," she assures me,"Six and Four will protect you if you join them. Now, go. I will log your results as dauntless and you should trust no one with this secret, you understand?"
"Of course" I shrug. I exit the room, I didn't realise I'm shaking. I head for the toilets and when I get there, I notice I'm pale. Swiftly, I return to my table and sit with the others. I try to act normal but they know something's up.