Some people are not made brave

Some people are not honest

Some people wouldn't help a stranger

Some people don't read

Some people don't enjoy being outside

So what do you do when you're forced to choose between the five, do you struggle to fit into one, or do you just accept your fate and go live with the outcasts, the people that don't belong anywhere?

Factionless.

Lana is about to make this very decision

"Choose,"

The Abnegation giving me my tests voice spoke calmly throughout the room.

"Why?"

"Choose," That was all I got.

Staring between the cheese and the knife the choice seemed obvious,

Grabbing the knife I waited to see what would happen, maybe I should have taken the cheese?

Soon after the thought crossed my mind a growling dog lunged at me from out of nowhere.

Without thinking I stabbed the knife in-between the dog's shoulder blades not wanting to kill it, but to injure it enough to climb out from underneath it.

Quickly the scene changed and I was on a crowded bus, something I had never been on before. People pushed past you, something else I didn't see much, people pushing and shoving to get their way.

"Do you know this man?" A gravelly voice echoed, a man with a half burned face turned to me, holding out a newspaper.

Without a thought I answered,

"No,"

"You could save me," he continued on not taking no for an answer.

I had seen the man on the paper before, but I'm not quite sure where, he wasn't an Amity.

"I'm sure."

My breath increased as I was pulled out of the stimulation,

"Lana, your safe, it's over," the abnegation spoke sweetly, had she given me her name?

"And," I don't think my heart could take the suspense any longer. I had known my whole life what the test would tell me.

"Dauntless," she spoke with a small smile.

It would tell me I didn't belong.

After the tests were over I followed my fellow faction members out to the trucks.

Outside the cool air felt good against my skin, I hadn't thought I had been that nervous until it was over. I had always know it would tell me I wasn't Amity.

The dauntless train could be heard beating against the track as the faction grouped up to catch it, running with all their might they ascended the train, making it look so easy like there were invisible stairs they ran up.

An awkward honking noise filled my cranium as the Amity truck pulled up to herd us into the back.

Climbing in with everyone else, I wondered if I could make it onto the truck if it was moving. More than likely not.

"So, aren't you excited to get this over with?" an overly excited girl spoke from beside me. I knew who she was, we had been forced together since we were small.

"What over with?"

"Initiation so we can get on with our life,"

Oh she was talking about Amity initiation. Britney was an Amity for life, she was trustful, self-sufficient, and kind. She even played the banjo in the fields for the farmers for Christ's sake.

"Yeah, can't wait," I yelled over the music that had just began playing, choosing not to join in on their mean less singing.

Staring over at Britney again as she began belting out the tune and clapping along, I couldn't help but to feel hatred towards her, she was perfect, everything I and my mother, along with the leaders of our faction had tried to push me to be.

I had spent more time in the "Timeout," room growing up then I cared to speak of, I had indecent thoughts that grew more every day.

When someone wronged me, I ALWAYS, ALWAYS got revenge, sometimes at the price of my faction.

And it felt good, damn good.

Stepping off the truck I snuck away from the group not wanting to carry a bag of food to the leader hall like everyone else had.

I needed to think before they got there.

I venture out into the woods, further then allowed and climbed the tallest tree until I could no longer hear the singing from the inner circle of town.

'Would I really leave home? Away from my family and all I knew, I was finally getting the hang of faking Amity. Smiling at the right times and laughing in unison with the groups. I could stay behind and have a nice life; Britney seemed to think we were friends, I could stay with her. We could work in the fields together, which personally didn't sound pleasant, but doable. She was already looking forward to initiation with me.

"Lana," my mother's voice traveled through the trees, it had a loving tone that I would never grow old of,

"Alana, come to me,"

With a rarity of a true smile I jumped out of the tree and followed her voice.

"Hello baby, how was your test?" She was not supposed to ask, why was she asking?

"Um good mom," I leaned forward allowing her to press her lips to my forehead.

"I was thinking, tomorrow after choosing, I would like to discus with the group you working in my section of field, how would that be?" she asked reaching out for my hand to follow her.

She thinks I'm staying. She wants to bring up the matter of me staying to the group. The group that so desperately wants to relieve themselves of me.

"That would be nice mom,"

Once we got to the house my father was setting in our backyard eating a bowl of greens, my parents made a choice when they first decided to marry to eat meat free, to love the animals instead of slaughter them.

"Dad," I nodded my head in his direction setting down beside him with my own bowl. Soon we were joined by my mother who was carrying my 5 month old baby sister Becky.

Sitting down she pressed her lips against my father's for a longer time then I deemed necessary, which they didn't seem to mind.

Free love and all.

It was so free I was their first child out of marriage, at the ripe old age of 16. They had choose Amity together, never telling me where they were from, and they had chosen each other as well. I was born exactly 10 months later.

"Lana, when we leave tomorrow I signed you up for crop carrying right after the ceremony so be sure to dress appropriately."

No other words were spoken as he pulled out his guitar and began strumming a beat while my mother bopped around with my sister in her arms.

This was living.

For them;

They didn't suspect I would leave, because in their eyes there was no better way to live.