"Your results were inconclusive."
"But the test! We're supposed to trust the-"
"The test didn't work on you. They call it Divergent."
I stare at the woman, wide eyed.
"You had an aptitude for Abnegation, Amity, Dauntless, and Erudite. I'll delete the results and enter them manually as Abnegation."
"Thank you. But why is being Divergent bad?" I asked.
The woman looked around and lowered her voice.
"Listen, you can't say anything about your results. They're watching. Be careful."
And with that, she lead me out the door.
'Wait,' I thought. 'Whose watching? How am I in danger? How do I know what faction to choose?'
I am thoroughly confused.
