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Its still dark when I wake. Dark is good. Dark means my
father wont notice til Im gone.
I get up from my bed and look at my father from across the
room. Hes face-down, snoring heavily into his soiled pillow,
long black hair greasy. I wrinkle my nose and wonder when the
last time he had a bath. He reeks of alcohol and sweat. I check
under his bed. Four coins. C**p. How am I going to feed both
of us now? I have a hard time as it is begging from the
Abnegation. Since my mother died, I have had to take care of
myself, and the fact that Dad no longer works makes it even
harder to keep both of us alive.
I get ready for an ordinary day at school. Then, as the
befuddlement of sleep lifts, I realise. Today is the Aptitude test
day. The day where I might have the chance to leave Candor,
my father, and my friends behind. Since today is a special
occasion, I decide to wear my dress. Its my only one. It wasnt
mine originally. I wish I could say something cute and
sentimental about where it came from, but I cant. I stole it
from an abandoned house in the Candor section. No one was
inside, so I took the dress. Its too small and is a bit frayed
around the hem, but its the best item of clothing I have. As I
slip it on, I notice my reflection in the dirty mirror at the end
of the hall. Dark, chin-length hair frames pale skin and a
pointed chin, too thin for a 16 year old. The most noticeable
feature on my face are my eyes. They are large, wide-set, and
are a golden colour that appears to glow. My mother most
likely had the same eyes. My fathers are small and a murky
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brown. Not that I see them much. Once he was handsome, and
he laughed a lot, and had a lot of money. Alcohol, and my
mothers death, has robbed him of all three. Nowadays, I have
to take care of myself. Hence the lack of money. I frown at the
dull coins and grope around under the bed just in case. Five
coins. Still not enough. But then, the cafeteria at the school is
for free. Maybe Ill bring some home. Then Dad shifts in his
bed. I need to go now, before he wakes. And I know where to
go.
A few hours later, I arrive at the city orphanage. I spend a lot
of time here. Thats because my only friend lives there.
After scaling some piping, I hop into her room through a
window. Til is stuffing something in a rucksack.
Oh, she says distractedly. Its you. I lean on a chair. She is
slim and graceful with long, wavy dark red hair. Pretty. The
boys at school stare at her, even though her parents are long
gone. Maybe thats what keeps our friendship together; we
both have lost someone dear to us. We dont talk about our
parents much. The subject is too painful. She straightens up
and smiles at me.
Aptitude test day, she says excitedly. What do you think
youll get? She has a different view on today. Unlike her, the
thought of the Aptitude test fills me with dread.
Um I say. I think maybe Candor. Im lying. I know I
am. Im never going to be good at telling the truth. The fact
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that I lie to her is proof. Ive been friends with her since we
were little kids. She was the one who hugged me while I cried
at my mothers funeral. My father just sat there in shock. And
I cant tell the truth to someone who cares for me more than
him. She doesnt seem to notice my fib.
I think Ill stay too, she says. I just want to stay here. With
people we actually know.
I frown.
Even with the initiation process? I say sceptically. The
initiation for Candor is one of my worst fears. You have to tell
the truth about everything for about three weeks, and, worst of
all, at the end, you have to be pricked with a needle containing
a serum that makes you tell the truth about everything. In my
opinion its the worst thing ever and contributes to the fact
that I want to leave Candor behind.
Til wrinkles her nose. Actually now you mention it, maybe
not. Its nice to have secrets sometimes. Then she smirks at
me like shes suddenly had a revelation. You said youd like to
stay in Candor. B-ut, she drags the word on. You also said
you didnt like the serum, and its an important part of
initiation, yes it is. She nods thoughtfully, eyes wide open and
staring at me expectantly. I grin and put my hands up.
Guilty as charged. Yeah, youre right, Id like to have a change
in scenery. I smile. Youd be a right bombshell in Erudite.
Youre really perceptive. When something happens, you
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speculate about it, and your guesses are usually right. Erudite
is one of the other factions and they value smart people. Til
cocks her head.
Maybe Erudite. Bit boring for my taste though. Then she
stands up from the bed and claps her hands briskly. Instead of
talking to me about slightly depressing things, why dont you
help me pack my stuff? I kneel on the floor in front of the
bag and begin stuffing things in. A toothbrush. Jeans. A hat. A
pair of gloves. Finally I ask, What are these for? Til nods
absent-mindly.
As of today, I am not allowed to stay at the Orphanage. The
Aptitude Test marks the beginning of growing up Jet. I cant
stay here anymore. Til finishes packing, straightens, and looks
at me determined. I never want to see this place again, she
says. Bye Jet. See you at school.
She walks away and leaves the room.
Ill see her again. I will.
Then why do I feel like this is the last time Ill really see her?




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I run to school, jumping over cracks and the remains of ruined
buildings scattered across the road, ignoring the cries of the
faction-less who want food and water and clothes. As I run, I
think of the choices that lie before me now, and how theyll
influence the rest of my life. There are 5 factions, 6 if you
count the faction-less. The factions are Abnegation, Dauntless,
Erudite, Candor and Amity. I rule out Amity and Erudite
automatically. Amity value kindness and peace above all, and
the people of Candor despise them. Those who wish peace
above all will surely lie to keep the water calm, our leader, Jack
Kang says. Growing up here, I cant forget the old hatreds that
easily. Erudite value intelligence, and I cant say I have much.
That leaves Abnegation, Dauntless, and Candor. I am not self-
less. I dont feel brave. I cannot, can never be honest.
But If I am none of those, where do I fit?
~*~
I slide my hands back and forth on my thighs, feeling the grain
of the cafeteria seat. I feel jumpy, nervous, my mouth has the
taste of bile and my heartbeat is irregular. I see Til and give her
a nod. She tries to smiles back, but I can see fear in her face.
Deep breaths. Try to relax.
I wait.
And wait.
And wait.
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A few hours later, a clear voice calls my name.
Jennifer Hunt! I stand and give a half-smile to Til. She bites
her lip. I let the Abnegation man who called my name lead me
into a room. It is white, with a computer with a desk, and in
the middle is a chair that looks suspiciously like a dentists
chair. The man beckons me to sit down.
My name is Ivan and I will be overlooking your Aptitude
Test today Jennifer. He paused and smiles at me. You look
worried. There is nothing to be afraid of. I sit and let him
attach wires and electrodes to my arms, legs, forehead. Then he
picks up a needle. I shudder inwardly. Im not afraid of
needles, but this was about 2 inches at least. Ivan shakes the
needle slightly and liquid sloshes inside it. He injects it into
my neck, and everything goes black.
~*~
Im back in the cafeteria, but its silent, dark, empty. I look out
the far window and see no life whatsoever. I am alone. Two
baskets appear in front of me, one with a foul smelling cheese,
one with a long, barbed knife.
Choose, whispers a harsh, female voice in my ear. I turn but
nobody is there. Choose!!! It screams this time. I scream as
well without knowing why. The voice is menacing, it is
threatening me. I need to choose fast. I grab the knife and the
baskets disappear.
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Good choice, the voice hisses, then it is gone. I hold the
knife in front of me and pray I wont have to use it.
Of course, that isnt possible.
The doors behind me swing open and I turn and face who, or
what is there. A dog. A massive, black dog with gleaming eyes.
I can smell his foul breath. He will kill me if he gets the
chance, I know it. My heart rate quickens. The dog snarls
viciously, then leaps at me. I scream and slash the knife blindly
in front of me.
Blood. Hot blood on my hands. But its not my blood. I stare
at the limp dog at my feet. It doesnt look very threatening
anymore. It looks so innocent. I cant believe I killed it. Now
my good dress is sprayed with blood. Yuck. Then I hear a
clear, high voice singing. A tiny girl in the red-and-yellow
clothes of Amity skips past me. She stops at the gruesome
sight of the dead dog. She screams.
You killed him!!! she cries shrilly. You killed my dog! You
killed him, didnt you? Didnt you? Her voice is piercing; it
makes me want to cry. I want to confess to her, I want to tell
her that no, I did not want to kill the dog, to beg her pardon
for my mistake.
But yet.
Something about her voice reminds me of the other voice, the
one that threatened me before. Her eyes are as grey and cold as
steel. I stare coldly at her.
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I didnt do it.
Then everything fades away again.
I open my eyes. Im in a bus. Grey buildings are speeding past
the windows. A man with a heavily scarred face is holding a
newspaper. He nods at me.
Do you know this man? he asks, pointing at his newspaper. I
lean forward. There is a picture of a freckled, blonde-haired
man on the front. He looks familiar to me somehow. The
headline reads, Mass Murderer.
Do you know him? says the scarred one. Tell me. Tell
me!!! He is yelling into my face now, spraying spittle on his
newspaper. I lean back, repulsed.
I-I dont know him, I say quickly. Too quickly. He will
know I am lying, he will make me tell the truth. But, to my
astonishment, the man nods and leans back.
Then everything disappears and I am back in Aptitude Test
Room.
~*~
My eyes fly open and I gasp, trying to come into terms of what
I had gone through. Nothing in the simulation was real,
everything is okay, I did not kill a dog, and I did not lie to a
little girl. Relief seeps into me.
Ivan frowns at the computer.
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There appears to be an anomaly in your results Jennifer, he
says. You were obviously lying while talking to the man, but
the simulated man seemed to not notice. I could only tell you
were lying because I could hear your thoughts. If I hadnt had
this machinery, I would have assumed you told the truth. He
frowns at me, creases in the corners of his thin mouth. I shift
uncomfortably. This test is supposed to be infallible; it is
supposed to tell you who you are. But, according to him, it
isnt. My voice is raspy when I speak.
But, can you still tell me what faction I am? His eyes meet
mine. They are as grey as his clothes.
Dauntless. You have the most aptitude for Dauntless, he
says quietly. You will have a tough choice to make Jennifer.
Either you can stay here with your friends and family, or you
can break free.
I am too confused to correct him, that I have essentially no
family. Dauntless? Im not brave. I did what other people
would do in the same circumstances as mine. But I am
definitely not brave.
Ivan speaks again, but his voice seems unclear and indistinct.
Only one clear thought remains in my mind.
Who am I?

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The next morning, I wake to find my father awake, dressed in
a suit and tie, and sober. I stare at him for a few minutes,
confused. He smiles sadly at me.
Hello Jennifer. Breakfast is on the table. He gestures behind
him. A warm, soft bread roll, spread with strawberry jam, waits
on the table. I stare. Then I realise. All this is for the fact that
the Choosing Ceremony is today. He wants to have a day with
me if I go. I might. I have nothing left for me here. But the fact
that this is my home. I smile at my father and seat myself at
the table.
~*~
We catch the bus to the Choosing Ceremony building. It is a
drab grey complex that used to be an office block. This year,
Erudite is hosting the Ceremony, so they will give a speech that
doubtless be a slow, monotonous, boring-as-hell affair. Before
my mother died, my father, mum, and me would sit and talk
about the factions and what they didnt like about them. My
fathers part would be criticising Erudite for being stuck-up
idiots that always thought they were right. I smile at the
memory.
We file in through the doors and stand in our allocated
positions, in alphabetical order. My father stands with the
Candor. The leader of the Erudite walks in. Jeanine Matthews.
She replaced the old leader 6 years ago when the old one,
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Norton, died from heart failure. All that technology and they
couldnt stop their most important member from kicking the
bucket, my father used to say. What my father used to say. I
begin to get really scared. I am torn by indecision. I could stay
in Candor, or go to Dauntless. Go to Dauntless. Stay in
Candor. Go. Stay. I dont know. I dont know I dont know I
dont know. My heart picks up and thuds in my chest like the
rhythm of a train on tracks. Jeanine stands in the middle of the
room and begins to speak, but her voice is indistinct and foggy
like Im hearing her from underwater. I clench my hands so
hard my palms start to bleed. I take a deep breath. In, out. In,
out. Breathe normally. Breathe normally. I begin to feel better.
I am fine.
Now Im lying to myself.
~*~
Peoples names are called; they walk to the centre of the room
and choose their destiny with nary a glance at their faction.
First off: how we choose our faction. When Jeanine calls a
name, the person in question walks to the centre of the room.
There are 5 massive bowls filled with objects representing the
factions. Jeanine hands the person a knife, they slit their hand,
and pour their blood into the bowl of the faction of choice.
Candor is glass. Dauntless is burning coals. I can pour my
blood on either. Coals. Glass. What am I going to choose?

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Jet- Meet me *Tuesday 3 oclock in the afternoon. Dont tell
anyone youre going. This is really important. Trust me. T
*Aeotdis het Mcisslree Mrta ta het bkca reecntna
Do what youre good at
Outside the Merciless Mart at the back entrance

When I walk back it the dorm, there is a message tucked under
my pillow.
T. I start to grin. This paper is blue, the writing is blue, and I
recognise the handwriting. Til! Somehow she must of sneaked
in, or someone had sneaked in for her. The smile fades. How
am I going to figure out what she means by Aeo-blah blah
blah? I read it through again. Do what youre good at. What
was I good at during my time at Candor? Decoding scrambled
messages. I get a pen and begin to scribble on the back of Tils
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paper.
A few minutes later, I get a result.