I am not meant to be Candor. I stand in front of the 5 bowls that will determine my faction. I study them, my brain working out which bowl to spill my blood in. My twin brother Jamie has picked Candor. I can't leave him. I can't leave Jamie. But I am not meant to be Candor.

Hoping I don't live to regret this, I make a shallow cut in the palm of my hand over a bowl.

The burning coals.

I am Dauntless.

A sob escapes my mouth as I walk off the stage, and look over at my twin. His eyes are full of hurt and I realise what I have done. I have betrayed my brother. Another sob escapes me, and I quickly turn it into a hacking cough.

Pull yourself together Elena, I say to myself. You're Dauntless now. You can't cry. Not anymore.

The crowd of Dauntless pull me towards the doors, where I have to jump on a train. It goes faster than I expected, and if it wasn't for a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, I'd be factionless already.

"Thank you," I wheeze, clutching my side as I gasp for breath. She smiles nervously.

"You're welcome," she says. "I'm Beatrice. You are?"

"Elena," I manage to say. I don't need to tell her what faction I'm from; neither does she. My black and white clothes mark me as Candor, and her grey ones mark her as a Stiff. I raise my eyebrows slightly as I look outside. From Abnegation to Dauntless is a big jump. I think of all the family she left behind, and guilt washes over me again. I think of Jamie, who will not have someone to be there for him throughout Candor initiation. I think of my mother, who was already lost so many of her family.

I wish I could turn back time and pick Candor again. But I can't. Why?

I was not meant for Candor.