(All rights belong to Veronica Roth. I do not own Divergent, the characters, nor the plot lines.)

A/N: This is my first time writing on fanfiction, hope you enjoy. Rated K.

The net

The faint murmuring of the dauntless fills the room's atmosphere with anticipation. Of course, they're placing bets. Most of them expect the first jumper to be a dauntless-born, others think it'll be an Erudite, or even a Candor. But not once do I hear Abnegation. I shake my head at myself. To most, it may seem like I've gotten over my old faction. But I have a feeling that I'm not the only person thinking this - that you will never forget your old faction.

'Faction before blood' could be repeated to me a thousand times but I will not forget my traumatizing childhood. Unfortunately, if I want to survive, I have to hide that.

"Four, are you even listening?" Lauren's voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Yes?" I stutter, still startled by her sudden appearance. She laughs.

"I was asking if you were excited for the new initiates. I can say one thing for sure and that's that I'm glad I'm training dauntless-borns, transfers are so clueless at times," she repeats, shrugging. I repeat her gesture and answer,

"I think it's more about me having to work with Eric by my side," I spit out his name with disgust. I see her open her mouth to answer until we hear the train passing by. I wonder how many failed to get on and off the train already. I shiver at the thought. I hear Max explaining something to the initiates faintly.

The whole room is so silent we could hear a pin drop. Everyone looked up to the hole in the roof and wait excitedly for the first jumper.

I almost don't notice the small, Grey blur falling into the net. No, no, I probably just hallucinated. I hear a quiet, breathy laugh from the net and quickly reach out a hand.

Small, frail hands wrap tightly around my own and I pull then onto solid floor. I almost gasp at what I see.

Abnegation. First jumper. She laughed. She didn't even scream.

To most she may seem boring and plain, but to me, she looks absolutely breathtaking. Long, loose locks of hair that has fallen from her bun frames her face. Her lips are pink and full, her nose is long and thin. But what shocks me the most is her eyes.She has wide eyes, a striking grey color sparkling with determination and excitement. A light pink color tints her cheeks. Even through her robes, I can see that she is small and fragile. I quickly recover from my trance and realize I'm still holding her tiny hands. I let go of them and look away from her because I feel I've been staring for longer than necessary.

"Thank you," I barely hear her mumble. Lauren is the first to recover from clothe shock.

"Can't believe it," she says from behind me. She smirks at me," A Stiff, the first to jump? Unheard of."

I find myself irritated at her blunt comment. I guess she's still got some Candor left in her.

"There's a reason why she left them, Lauren," I reply, somewhat protectively. I turn back to the girl, "What's your name?"

"Um... " She hesitates.

"Think about it," I say, a small smile curling my lips as I remember my exact same reaction, "You don't get to pick again."She takes a little longer to decide.

"Tris," She finally says firmly. I hold back a smile. Tris, the dauntless. It suits her.

"Tris," Lauren repeats, grinning, "Make the announcement, Four."

I look over my shoulder and shout,

"First jumper-Tris!" I say it with pride, as if it were my own name. At the sound of her name, the crowd cheers, pumping their fists in the air. A black and white blur falls into the net this time, their screams following them like a trail.

Without thinking, I place my hand on Tris' back, feeling a tingle at the touch.

"Welcome to Dauntless."