Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent. Veronica Roth does.
Tris' POV
Two years after Tris' initiation...
I wake up to the annoyingly high beeping of the alarm. Wait a sec. I don't have an alarm! Suddenly, it comes back to me.
Tobias hands me a gift. " Why today?" I ask. "Just open it Tris." He says, with a kind of smirk. I do as he says. It was an alarm clock. "Um, thanks?" I say uncertainly. "You're gonna need it." He says. Now I'm curious. "Why?" I ask. "'Cause you need to get up early if you're training transfers!" "You're not serious!" I'd wanted to train transfers forever. "Yeah I'm serious, Six.".
"Six." I think. I may or may not have gotten over one of my fears, if you know what I mean. Wait. It's choosing day! And that means... I leap out of bed, and get ready as fast as I can. I survey my closet, looking for something striking. I reach in and pull out a jet black tank with a lace back, and a pair of black skinny jeans. I tug on a pair of calf-high black boots. Not the most fancy, but definitely very Dauntless.
I hear a knock on the door. I quickly open it. It's Tobias. "Wow. Um, Tris, you look, um, wow." I laugh. "You need to expand your vocabulary mister!" I joke, poking him in the arm. We tease each other back and forth all the way to the net. "Hey, let's see how long it takes the initiates to realize. About us, I mean." I say, cautiously. "Okay then, Six !" He says. "Alright then, Four." I smile. I love my life.
Ariel's POV
I look out over crowd, and back at the bowls. Should I stay at my home, Amity? Where everything would be familiar? But, no. I am not strong willed enough to keep so much peace. Or, should I transfer to Dauntless. With the ruffians, hooligans. But, I would be free. If I were not Divergent, I wouldn't have this problem. "But no," I think bitterly. "It just has to be complicated." Should I stay Ariel, of Amity? Or become a Dauntless girl? I drag the knife across my palm. I watch my blood drip onto the coals and sizzle there. I will be Dauntless.
Tris' POV
We wait, watching the sunlight streaming in, onto the net. Someone was going around collecting bets on the first jumper. Once he gets closer, I realize that it's Uriah. When he gets close, I sock him in the arm. "C'mon, you can't go betting on your initiates!" I say. Yes, Uriah is training Dauntless-borns. Suddenly, we hear a little scream, and a flash of red and yellow. As Tobias, no, Four, reaches to help her out of the net, I channel my inner Lauren, and say, " An Amity, the first to jump? Unheard of!" Four smirks, and says, "There's a reason she left them." "What's your name, hippie?" I ask gruffly. She looked indifferent to the insult, but confused about the name part. I soften my tone slightly, and say, "You only get to choose once." She seems to make up her mind and says, "Ari." I say, "Make the announcement Four." "First jumper, Ari!" He yells, loudly. The assembled Dauntless cheer. Slowly, one by one, the rest of the transfers and dauntless born come in. There were 7 transfers this year. The Amity, Ari, plus 3 candors, 2 erudites, and surprisingly, one Abnegation. After we had split up with the dauntless-born, I cleared my throat and addressed the transfers. "Hello. My name is Six, and this is Four. We'll be your trai-" I was cut of by a candor boy laughing, and saying, "Seriously! You have numbers for names!" I exchanged looks with had found our Cristina. I walk up to the boy. " Yes. Listen, if I wanted to listen to candor smart-mouths, I would have joined their faction. The first lesson you learned from me is to keep your mouth shut." Looking at his face, I wanted to laugh. The poor thing looked like he was going to wet himself! As I walked back to where Four was, I smiled to myself. " This," I think, " is going to be so much fun."
What do you think? R&R! BTW, does anyone else think Veronica Roth is evil? You know, for killing off Tris?