Leadership Qualities: A Big Four/ Divergent Crossover

The Test

I guess I can start anywhere where it started going downhill, but I'll probably start on the day of our test.

My parents sent me off to school like any other day. I walked there like any other day. I got to school, you guessed it, like any other day. I sat in the cafeteria to wait for the tests to start. People slowly began trickling in, separating into their own groups. My friend, Guy, fell into the seat across from me, slamming his bag on the table.

"Hey, Jack," He said, pulling out some paper and scribbling a rough drawing. "How was your morning?"

"Boring." I answered honestly, trying to peek at his drawing.

"Good. I didn't care anyway." He said, stuffing his paper back into his book bag.

"What's that?"

"Paper."

"What's on the paper?"

"A picture."

It was obvious he didn't want to talk about it, so we just sat in awkward silence for a bit until people began being called. Guy and I joked about who would be tested for which faction.

"Ooh, Jasmine. Definitely a stiff Abnegation."

"Belle. Amity or Erudite."

"Aha! It's Mulan! She's a Dauntless."

We were receiving all sorts of stares and death threats (pretty normal- within being honest, we had a tendency to be brutally so as well) when my name is called.

"I hope you become a stiff!" Is all Guy had to offer in terms of encouragement.

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I went into the blank testing room and lowered myself into the chair. A woman with bright red hair and a matching outfit came bounding into the room.

"Hello! I'm Ariel, and I'll be testing you today!" She chirped, plugging the electrodes to my forehead. From that one sentence, I could tell she's an Amity.

"Just close your eyes, relax, and wait for it to begin!"

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I'm in a busy restaurant. There's a woman across from me, constantly critiquing me in an antagonizing voice. I tune her out and am pleased when her soup arrives.
But somewhere in my subconscious, I can tell the soup is poison. I don't know how, but I know it. She stirs her soup and brings it to her mouth. I can let her die, teach her a lesson, but that's the wrong thing to do. So instead of letting her die in cold blood, I smack the spoon out of her hand and shove the bowl to the floor.

As soon as the soup splatters to the floor, the scene shatters apart and changes to a dark, empty street. There's nobody there but me. No, there's two other people. Men. One of them has a knife and threatens the other. He's obviously dangerous. I need to stay away, but I'm condemning the second man to death. I don't even think; I just barrel over to them and tackle the man with the knife to the ground.

I jolted awake to a worried looking Ariel, frantically typing on the computer. I was shocked: I didn't think anyone in Amity could show any emotion other than some form of joy. She noticed I woke up, and gave a weak smile.

"Oh, hello. You're...awake."

"What we're my results?" I asked, pulling of my electrodes.

She took a deep breath and smoothed out her cherry dress. "You possess Leadership Qualities."

"Am I supposed to know what that is...?"

"You have shown results for Amity, Dauntless, Candor, and Erudite. This is highly unusual and extremely dangerous. I'm going to send you home, but you cannot tell anyone."

"Ariel, I'm Candor."

"I know, I know. Just...avoid the subject. Bye!"

With that, I stumbled home.