Okay....I know I know. I have a bad habit of taking Team Crafted and mixing them with other stories. But I just read DIVERGENT AND IT'S AMAZING AND I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF OH MY GOD.
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I slowly walk down the halls of the Upper Levels building, shaking.

Tomorrow is the aptitude test, and I've never been more nervous in my life.

I smooth out my white blouse and black skirt. Candor clothes.

Yep. I'm from Candor, and my faction values honesty. My mother and father are Candor-born, as was everyone else in my family tree.

We are one of the only fully Candor families left. One of five, I might add. My father is very proud of our accomplishment.

But I am not Candor enough. I've tried for sixteen years and I cannot will myself to be honest about everything, like my parents can.

"Jenna!" I hear my best friend, Mitch, call. "That's me. Jenna Nathens." I say back, smiling.

I see him push through a crowd of Amity girls, all giggling and laughing with each other.

One Amity girl stumbles backward, causing an Abnegation boy, dressed in gray, to fall.

A crowd of Erudite jeers at the Abnegation. "Stiff down!" One calls, and they burst into laughter. I roll my eyes.

"Hey." Mitch practically materializes next to me, I didn't notice him.

I jump. "God, Mitch, don't do that."

He smirks. "It's only because you're lost in your own head, and you don't see what's a foot in front of you."

Most factions would declare that rude, but not Candor. We speak our minds.

"Oh please, Mitch. Like you never get distracted by things."

"True." He laughs. Of course it's true. I have to speak the truth.

"The Dauntless are going to jump soon. Want to watch?" He asks. "I know you're think they're cool."

"Yeah, I do." I nod.

"Then come on." He darts off into the crowd, towards the window that has a perfect view of the Dauntless.

I make my way towards the window, navigating pathways between the groups of chatting people, then finally spot Mitch by the window.

"Geez, Jenna, you're too slow."

"Yeah, yeah."

For a few moments, we stare at an empty train track, and then it comes.

An orange, slightly rusted train roars into the school, and I spot tons of Dauntless waiting in the dozens of cars to jump.

Almost simultaneously, as if they rehearsed it, they all jump. I watch as their feet find solid ground, and they race each other to the school.

"I wish I was brave like them." Mitch sighs.

"Yeah. Me too. Sometimes I don't think that I'm Candor enough."

Mitch looks me dead in the eye. "Don't talk like that. We're going to take the aptitude tests, choose Candor, and make our families proud."

"Alright." I say, but I'm still doubtful.

Mitch has never lied to me before. He is the perfect Candor. I only hope that he isn't lying about this.

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