I absent-mindedly curl a finger through my hair, thick and red and curly. It could be considered an immature habit, one I should have outgrown over time. I am bored, however and when that happens, then I am left with nothing by my own thoughts.

Eyes meet mine and I exhale. They are darker than mine, surrounded by thick lashes but they are the same shape and sharpness. No, they aren't sharp, not like mine are when I gaze in the mirror to do my hair. My twin sister, she is one half of me. She is the nicer half, one that smiles at people without malice or mockery. Alice Summer to my Blaine Summer. There is an old, outdated practice of correlating one's birth with the stars. Her and I are Gemini, a constellation of twins from old, ancient mythology. I let my fist meet my cheek and I look down at my plate. We are eating breakfast. I am supposed to be eating breakfast. I feel too restless to be hungry.

"Are you nervous?" Alice asks me. She made the food. Scrambled eggs and sausage and chopped fruit in the shape of squares are all on my plate. There are biscuits spread with jam and they are the only thing I have eaten within the past fifteen minutes.. Her question is a valid one, I suppose even though part of me doesn't want to answer. A part of me never wants to answer but I always do.

"I'm impatient," I explain and I can hear my own agitation in my voice. My fork stabs a piece of pineapple. Today is a special day that everyone looks forward to. At least, I have been looking forward to this day. It is the day of the aptitude tests. This test will show me where I belong, but I already know. I look up at my sister Alice; kind and sweet Alice who knows how to tell the truth and make it sound nice. I know where she belongs too. Out of the five factions, you belong to one. The test will tell me what I already know twice over then. It is a decision for the rest of my life. It is a decision for the rest of her life. It is a decision meant for deliberation. Will I stay with my family or will I leave them forever?

"You're good at being impatient," Alice tells me. She's right. I don't care, though. Sometimes, I don't like to talk to my sister. When her and I were younger, it was easier. Now, I feel like I can't be myself to her. I criticize and question and she acknowledges and understands. Alice will go with the flow and she doesn't argue like I do when someone questions me.

Our parents enter the dining room to sit with us. My dad pours a cup of coffee and my mom begins to fill her plate. I button up the last button on my white blouse and I stand. My dad begins to speak with my sister and I tune out the conversation, looking to the road where some people are headed to the buses already. I know the schedule. Alice and I catch the second one every morning. It is all so boring. I squint at the sunlight from beneath greying clouds and I am ready to leave.

I know I don't just mean to go to the bus stop.

The bus ride itself is uneventful. Alice is cheerful and makes small talk with a younger Candor who asks a lot of questions. She is cute with big brown eyes. When I look at her from where I stand, all I can think is that she might grow up to be Erudite. Next to Alice in a seat is an Abnegation in grey. I see more of them, grey upon grey, robed and covered to seem less interesting. In my opinion, they only draw attention. Selflessness isn't really honest, is it? I can't imagine pretending to be humble just to make other people feel better. Not being yourself is a facade. Some of the Abnegation walk the path into the hub. The heart of the city always interests me and today is no different as my eyebrows pull down. It's foggy today, and it obscurs a huge, black pillar that toweres to the sky. I look up to the train tracks above us. The trains run for only one faction. The Dauntless ride the trains.

When the bus finally stops in front of the school, I huff. I walk off, moving past a few people so I can be one of the first to get off. Alice is close behind me because she always is. Glass and steel look as stark as ever, the school building I have been going to for a few years. There is a large, metal statue that the Dauntless like to climb. They go willingly or they dare each other. Right now someone with a head full of pitch-black hair is climbing, and I watch for a moment. I remember last year, someone fell and broke her leg. I remember criticizing her in my head, I remember thinking it was a stupid thing to do, that it was reckless. I remember wanting to climb with her.

"What's your class again?" Alice asks me as we walk inside. I spot an Abnegation girl whose name I never bother to remember with blonde hair and large, blue eyes. They almost look too big for her face.

"Faction history," I reply and I look over at my sister and narrow my eyes. "Why do you always forget, huh?" Alice shrugs. She's always shrugging, so dismissive of flaws. My eyes roll when I see a smile forming on her face.

"Oh my thoughts are all over the place sometimes," she laughs and she smiles. "My memory isn't that good but have fun in class, okay? Mathematics starts for me and I want to meet some of my friends before the bell." I shove at her shoulder, smirking a bit as she stumbles.

"Go on then before you forget you were going to in the first place." I am already walking toward faction history and as I do, I pass by the blonde Abnegation girl again. Coming up from behind me, an Erudite boy in blue suddenly shoves into her and I roll my eyes. At least the Erudite are honest in their biased mistreatment of the Abnegation lately. Their faction has been releasing reports about the grey-coloured faction for months and the behavior from Erudite only gets worse everyday. I don't help the girl up and not because I am afraid of being a target. No, I think people should be able to pick themselves up; she's been embarrassed enough. I see her cheeks are stained red and I feel pity for her. Her name was Beatrice, wasn't it? Her brother, Caleb, was pleasant to look at.

Instead of helping Beatrice up, I move a little faster down the hallway to catch up with the Erudite boy. There aren't many other people in blue around so he is easy to trace. It's not hard to do, so as I pass him by, I stick my foot to the side right when he steps and he stumbles into another group of dauntless girls. I watch as they rile up immediately and shove him against a closed locker. I have to bite my tongue to not say anything at first as the Erudite tries in vain to explain it was an accident. "I tripped him," I say rather proudly. He pushes himself off the locker as he brushes himself off. The dauntless girls send him one last glare as they leave to occupy another crowded space in the hall.

"Why?" he demands, and I cock my head ever so slowly. There are a few people who watch us in passing. The dauntless girls peer over occasionally.

"Because I don't like you," I reply simply and I smirk. He is silent after that and I recognize when an Erudite has become calculating and inquisitive. I am calculating myself and then a decision is made. I leave before he can ask any further questions. If I stay longer in front of him and his stupid glasses that are now slightly bent, I will punch him. There's no need to be getting into fights today, specially not with a know-it all and especially not over a Stiff.

When I see Beatrice, I debate approaching but then decide against it. I stopped making friends seriously a couple years ago; everyone in Candor knows each other either way. It is easier to forget them if there is no emotional attachment and I will need to forget about them. There's no point in pretending that they are my faction because no matter what the test will tell me, I am only picking one thing and it is not Candor. I look out of a large window as trains roll in. It's time to watch the Dauntless jump and it is one of my favourite things to catch sight of. The trains don't stop for them as they began to leap and hurl themselves from the opening doors, figures of burning black and danger red. It's exhilarating and I love to watch. One day, soon, that will be me. Brave and free, clad in ebony.