My house is basically in the backyard of the Upper Levels building.

I take my sweet time walking back, though. My parents will ask why I'm home so early, and they know when I lie; they always know.

I can lie to my parents, but I'm a terrible liar. I guess being in Candor your whole life does that to you. I almost always reflexively speak my mind, too. What'll happen if I accidentally tell them?

I force myself to put on a strong face. I can't lie to my parents, I can't.

But, I can delay my arrival. Then they won't ask.

I'm usually home by 3:45, and right now, according to my watch, it's 2:40.

I've got an hour and five minutes to kill.

Instead if taking the straight route to my house, a walk that takes about fifteen minutes from the school, I meander along the side of the building, walking towards the city square.

The city square is full of people. Clusters of Abnegation walk through neatly paved streets in silence, their eyes only looking forward, never glancing around at others around them.

A group of Erudite, dressed in blue, walks with their noses stuck in textbooks, their free hand leafing through the pages.

A crowd of Amity, wearing comfortable red and yellow, laugh and talk with each other as the girls go skipping through the square, and the boys run after them, smiling.

My throat feels like it's closing when I see members of my faction, carrying briefcases and law books, rushing through the square, no doubt trying to get to the court for a trial. I want to stay with them, but at the same time I don't. I was planning on choosing whichever faction the test told me I was cut out for, but now that's out of the picture.

I feel a smile come onto my face as I see a large group of Dauntless, running through the square, shouting and screaming the whole way.

The simulation had me as a Dauntless. Maybe it's my destiny to be a Dauntless.

I shake my head, and keep walking. If I go the long route, it'll take me about an hour to get home. And that's as much time as I need.

******TIME SKIP YO********************

I take a deep breath, and enter my house.

"I'm home!" I call, like I always do, trying to keep a bright face and voice. I can't do anything that could make them believe I am lying, even though I will be.

My mother, with her caramel colored hair that stops past her shoulders and warm green eyes, comes into the room, wearing her black and white dress that stops right above her ankle.

She embraces me when she sees me. "Hi, Jenna. How was school today?"

"Fine, Mom."

She looks at me, a grin forming on her face. "Just fine? With the excitement of your aptitude test? Honey, how did the test go?" She asks me.

This is it. This is where I have to lie. "They went great, Mom. They went great."

She clasps her hands together in happiness. "That's wonderful!" She lowers her voice. "And your result?"

What did the woman tell me she was logging my result as? Candor. I lower my voice to a whisper. "I got Candor, Mom."

I see happy tears at the corners of her eyes, and I know I've done it. Now she expects that I'll pick Candor.

"Oh, I knew it." She says, and embraces me. "Your father will be so proud!"

My father. A lump forms in my throat. If I end up choosing differently, I will have let my father down. And my mother.

She lets go of me, and kisses my forehead.

"Come on, Jenna. Put your book bag down and I'll make dinner."

She walks out of the room, into the kitchen, and I can't help but noticing that her steps seem to be lighter than they were when she walked in.

I drop my book bag on the chair next to the door. Great. Now I've raised everyone's expectations.

And if I choose other than Candor, I'm going to have to live with guilt.

But I'm not Candor enough.

I know I will not choose Amity, though. I may have been peaceful to that little girl, but that was because of the situation. I tend to get mad easily.

Tomorrow, at the Choosing Ceremony, I will have to choose. Candor or Dauntless?

It will take a great act of courage to choose Dauntless, and a great act of honesty to choose Candor, the faction that I've been born in.

Maybe if I choose Candor, things will get better with time.

Maybe just choosing one over the other will prove I belong.