The hallways of the school are buzzing with people. It's like this every year when the aptitude tests are conducted. Everyone in our year is rushing left and right completing their last tasks before they leave.

"I'll see you guys later." Caleb said as he hurries off to his locker to clean it out.

Robert bid us farewell as he too hurries off to his. Susan and I head off in the same direction since hers is only three lockers from mine.

Walking down the hallway to my locker for the last time is a bittersweet moment.

I look out at all the other sixteen-year-olds clearing their lockers. Some are smiling, rejoicing the fact that we will no longer be required to come to school. While others are crying. Sad that they won't come to see their favourite teachers or their younger friends.

Actually, I don't know why they are sad.

I on the other hand am a mixture of feelings. Should I be happy that I'm an adult and will be a contributing part of my city? Or should I be sad that I'll be leaving a large chapter of my life known as childhood?

As I finish clearing my locker I hear a loud bang at the end of a hall. My head immediately turned in the direction of the noise.

An Abnegation kid around eleven was on the floor his books spread all around him. Two older boys, both Candor and a girl- also Candor- stand in front of the boy laughing, well more like cackling.

The Candor kids are my age or at least that's what they look like. The boy in front of the group, the leader most likely, is about six feet three inches tall with lightly tanned skin and dark hair. The girl is about the same height with milky skin and black hair cut in a bob cut. The other boy is about five feet five inches tall with rugged ginger hair.

"So you're saying that all the food that the rest of the city doesn't get you guys give to the factionless?" The leader asks the Abnegation boy.

The boy quietly nods his head.

"You're a liar. Everybody knows you selfish pricks keep it for yourselves." The leader spits on the boy who dies nothing but looks down at the floor.

A part of me wants to yell at the boy or even hit him but he is a lot taller than me and could easily harm me.

So I do what I always do every time I see something like this, I bite my tongue and walk away.

We spend the first half of the morning in the last classes we will ever take here at school. We don't learn anything new just being told over and over again the importance of today and tomorrow. How these two days will be the most important days of our lives.

When the clock strikes ten we fill up the cafeteria sitting at our faction-assigned table waiting for our names to be called.

Susan and Caleb start rambling about something, Robert quickly joining in. Meanwhile, I lean back into the corner allowing it to swallow me up.

This was the corner Tobias would sit in.

I remember as I would walk down the passage to my next class I would look through the clear plastic wall separating the cafeteria and the hallway and see Tobias sinking himself into this corner. He would never have a big lunch just a bright green apple and sometimes not even finishing it. Every day, we'll at least the days he did come to school, poor boy got sick a lot so he missed school quite often.

I try to imagine what was going on in his head when he sat here. Was this the place where he made his plan to run? If he did run.

The cafeteria falling into silence brought me out of my thoughts.

Marcus Eaton steps into the center of the room. If you didn't know who he was you would be able to tell he is in a leadership position. The way he walks oozes power.

When I first met Marcus I was around six years old. For a tiny six-year-old Marcus was a giant. Standing 6ft 5inches tall and quite muscular. His blue eyes would sometimes shift from a beautiful pale blue to a dark almost black type of blue. His once dark brown hair has started greying at the tips, the hair hung just past his ears.

He looked out among the crowd of students, a warm smile plastered on his face, but it looks forced. Can't blame him after all he and his wife are constantly being accused of killing their son.

"Good morning everyone I hope you are all ready for what is about to happen. I will call you out in groups of five then you will go round the corner to the testing rooms. Let's begin," He unfolds the piece of paper in his hands," Caleb Prior, Susan Black, Robert Black, Beatrice Prior, and Sherry Malone."

We slowly get up and walk through the tight passages to the rooms they cleared for the tests.

With one last glance at Susan, Robert and Caleb I twist the cold metal doorknob and walk into the room.

The room is small with only one window. In the center of the room is a metal chair lined with a soft and beige cushion. A glint of light draws my eyes to a large mirror lined up against the west wall.

Even though I wasn't supposed to I stood still looking at myself in the mirror for the second time in one day.

"I thought Abnegation weren't supposed to look at themselves in a mirror." The sound of a woman's voice pulls me back to reality.

I hastily spun around to look at her. She is a Dauntless volunteer. Half her hair is braided, a few loose strands are dyed blue and green. Her face and ears are lined with silver and gold studs. Like all Dauntless she is dressed in full black clothing. A tank top, tight pants, combat boots, and a flannel shirt hung loosely around her waist. On her right arm, prominent black ink twisted into a wave-like pattern is traveling from the joint of her elbow to her knuckle by her middle finger.

She smirks at me waiting for me to say something. Probably for me to beg her not to tell anyone that she saw me looking in the mirror.

"Well....um..I." I stammered, not knowing what to say.

She a laugh catches in her throat.

" Relax I was just messing with you."

" Well, it wasn't very funny." I snap at her but I immediately regret it.

She on the other hand finds my outburst amusing.

"Damn, never met a feisty Abnegation before. Anyway, my name is Tori and I'll be doing your test today please take a seat."

I lean back into the comfy chair. Tori hands me a glass filled with an odd blue liquid.

"Bottoms up."

I wait a few seconds before I slug the warm liquid down my throat. It was disgusting and I tried my hardest not to puke it back up.

"Good luck."

Tori's voice echoes around me as I slip into unconsciousness.

I wake up in the room I am in now except it's larger and endless actually. Tori is nowhere in sight but that doesn't mean that I am in any way alone. Hundreds upon hundreds of mirror versions of myself fill the room. Every action I make they do the same. I walk closer to the one in front of me until we are looking each other right in the eye.

"Choose." She instructs me, and all the other clones of myself speak at the same time.

"Why?" I ask her.

"Choose." She repeats in the same emotionless voice as she points behind her to multiple podiums some containing cuts of meat and others containing knives.

"Why do I have to?" I ask her again more sternly this time.

Suddenly she and all the others disappear and a loud bark fills the room.

Quickly I spin around to see a large dog charging toward me.

The podiums!

I turn around to take one of the items I'm not sure which but any of them would help. But like the clones of myself, they are gone. I have nothing to defend myself with and a dog that size will do some real damage.

With nothing to fight with and running away not being an option since it wouldn't take long to catch me I sink to my knees and look down waiting for something to happen.

I hear its paws thumping against the ground as it picks up pace.

I keep my head down not daring to look up at the dog. It's getting closer and closer and closer and then- whimpering.

I look up the dog has turned from a vicious fully grown dog to a lanky puppy sitting with its long and awkward legs stretched out. 

Smiling I look down into its soulful brown eyes.

" Puppy." The voice of a little girl appears- the little girl is me.

I look back at the puppy only it isn't a puppy and the sudden change from a sweet puppy back to a vicious dog makes me stumble back a bit.

Younger me looks scared and before I can say anything she turns around and sprints away the dog charging after her.

I have to stop this!

Pushing myself up I take off sprinting toward the dog and younger me.

Taking deep breaths ad I ran I manage to close the distance between the dog and me and as I get close enough I jump onto its back. It and me sinking into the ground.

I shoot up with a gasp. Firm hands grab my shoulders keeping me from jumping out of the chair.

"Get up you're leaving now." Tori snaps at me. She has changed from a cool laid back expression to one of fear.

"Wait what was my result?" I ask her before she can push me to the door.

She sighs reaching up with her fingers to pinch the bridge of her nose.

She looks into my eyes, fear is covering her face. But it looked like she wasn't afraid for herself, she was scared for me.

"Abnegation and Erudite and Dauntless."

"What." I whisper, I don't believe what I'm hearing.

"You're Divergent."