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I jolt forward in my chair. "Relax, it's ok. you're finished." The abnegation woman looks worried. I wonder what's wrong. She's trying to look away, avoiding my eyes, but it isn't that easy for her when she can't look at mirrors.

"What did I get?" I ask, wondering what my answer will be.

"What do you want to get?" I think about her question, pondering my answer. What do I want? I didn't really think to much about me, about what I want. That felt too selfish. Instead, I thought about my family and the guidelines that I'd have to follow. Did I not think about this enough? Did I rely too much on the aptitude test to choose for me?

"I want whatever the test gave me." I answer at last.

"Well, then you have a slight problem." The woman whispers, her voice hoarse and full of concern.

"Why so?"

"You're divergent."

"What?"

"Divergent. More than one faction. It doesn't happen often." She explains.

"I know what it means, I read a book about them once. It's not possible! I can't be divergent! I don't want to be a divergent!" I know that I'm over reacting, I know that I'm losing control.

"Shhh. Believe me when I tell you that you want no one to know about this." The abnegation woman says, sounding tense, "The divergent are hunted, killed, murdered. The divergent threaten our system, so most people would do anything to dispose of them. You must tell no one that you are divergent, not even your family."

"That would be lying, I couldn't."

"You must." She insists, "You have no choice."

"Will you tell anyone?" I ask anxiously.

"No, I don't think you deserve death." The woman says.

"Which factions do I have aptitude for?"

"Dauntless, Erudite, Candor and Abnegation. You should probably know that no one's had four factions before. The ability to have aptitude for two factions is both extremely rare and unlikely, but to get four..." Her voice trails off.

"Three times as extraordinary." I finish.

"I'm registering your results as dauntless. If anyone asks you, tell them that you got sick during the test. I'm sending you home early." The abnegation woman says. I leave school dazed and bewildered. How could this happen to me? I think as I leave the shimmering glass structure behind forever. I'll never enter the school again, and I know that. I'll be trained at my new faction. Only, which faction? Which one will I choose? My choice will define me forever, there will be no going back. Now I realize just how much I was relying on my aptitude test. But now I must choose.

I scuff my feet as I walk, staring at the cracked streets and abandoned buildings. I wonder what our city was like before the great war. What were things like when you didn't have to choose a faction? What did people believe in? What made there lives worth living? What really caused the great war? Was it conflict, dishonesty, cowardliness, selfishness, lack of knowledge or something else? Are human emotions really to blame for it all as we are told? Who would I be in that kind of world? Who am I here? What faction do I belong in?

I see the structure made of all our materials, the building with all our symbols imprinted on it's side, the building that houses the choosing ceremony. What will I do when I'm standing there, in front of everyone? Which faction will I choose if I have aptitude for four? The train track supports are near now. The long strips of metal glimmer in the noon sunlight. Normally, this sight would fill me with delight but today it does not. Will this be one of the last times I catch a train? Will I walk from the choosing ceremony tomorrow following people with blue, grey or white and black clothing instead of my black clad friends and family? Will I never see Felix again after tomorrow? He is likely to choose dauntless, I know that. Where else could he be? He's strong, fast, loud and hard headed, perfect for dauntless. Will I be unable to establish a friendship with him? I do want to. I don't want to be enemies with everyone. I don't want to hurt people. That must be what makes me abnegation, it must be because I value others as I do myself.

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