I remember the last thing that David and I had talked about. He told me not to be worried because they would be watching and I would be safe. It was strange that he had taken the role of protector with me as we were almost the same age. But in this day and age, age doesn't matter. It's who you are and how you're raised. You have to be able to deal with certain situations or else you won't survive. But it wasn't just him being protective of me. He has feelings for me, and he makes no effort to keep them from me or hide them away. Though I wonder if he thinks he does a good job of being professional. He is for the most part, but I've spent a lot of time around him and I know how to read him and his social cues. I know how he feels and it makes me glad that I'm leaving because then maybe he's realize that it's strictly geographical. He's a friend to me, like a brother and I can't imagine feeling anything more for him than that.

He had told me to be patient and that I wouldn't have to be in the city for too long. This would be for the greater good. To stop the people murdering those that are genetically pure. All I had to do was fit in. It wasn't like I was stupid. I wasn't going to mess this up. I knew what I was doing. I had been well prepared for this. I had gone through extensive bouts of training to get myself ready, both mentally and physically. I was being thrown into the Dauntless faction. It was the easiest place for me to go, given my tattoos. The memory serum would keep people from asking too many questions about me so that I could integrate fully into the faction system. After leaving my home in Milwaukee; after seeing my mother do what she did to my father, it would be nice to have a family again. Or rather, a family structure.

Getting taken to the Bureau had been scary, at first. I thought they were going to murder me, or lock me up because I had murdered that boy. I had seen what government officials did to people who murdered other people. But I wasn't in danger, and they didn't hurt me. They were protecting me. Since they had found out that I was genetically pure, everything changed for me. Through the eyes of the Bureau if a person with imperfect genes killed someone with perfect genes, it was a crime. If a person with perfect genes killed someone with imperfect genes, they were just defending themselves. I don't see the logic in that. People with perfect genes shouldn't get a free pass to do whatever they want. But I can't say anything, because it's what's keeping me safe. It's what's keeping me alive. So I don't question it and I don't speak up. I have a job to do and I'm going to do it; no questions asked. They're using me because I know how to manipulate the simulations. Given my perfect genes, I could get through the faction system undetected and take out whoever it is that's killing people in the city that was once Chicago.

Today is my first day of classes and I'm a little nervous. It's not that I don't know what to expect. I've been watching the factions for a few months now so I know how they run and I know what they do and what they stand for. And I've already been at the Dauntless compound for a few days now so I know how I interact with people here. But today will be the first day that I interact with people in the city. Though given my faction, I wonder how many people will try to keep their distance from me. Dauntless have been known to be a little crazy, dangerous and from what I've seen, like the Abnegation, people tend to steer clear of them.

I don my black jacket and red tank top and pair them with my black pants and I leave the compound to head to the Hub for school. I run amongst a group of Dauntless chatting about nothing in particular as we make our way to the train. I didn't have time to train for this. Or a way to train for it. Running after a moving train and then jumping up without looking like a fool? It's not as easy as it seems. But over the past few days, I have been able to get the hang of it. We get off of the train and I follow everyone to the Hub and once we get inside, we all go to our separate classes.

I take a deep breath as I go to enter my classroom and I run into someone, my things falling to the floor. And I quickly apologize. I bend down to grab my belongings and I see a flash of blue. An Erudite. My body tenses because we know that the killer is in Erudite. But does that mean I should automatically be wary of anyone who dons blue clothing?

"It's my fault," the boy says. "I was rushing to get here on time."

I smile and we stand together. "Not a problem," I say. I look down at what I'm holding and realize I've got one of his books. He's already walking into the room. "Hey!" I call after him, a little louder than I should have, so every turns toward me. I hold up the book. "This is yours."

He looks at the book for a second before taking it from me. "Thanks," He says with a smile. He has a gentle smile; kind. And it's a smile that makes me smile...spreading tingling flurries through my body all the way down to my toes. It's a strange feeling, but it's one that I want to duplicate. Everyone watches for a moment before turning back to their own conversations. The boy goes to the front of the classroom, where most of the Erudite sit; eager to learn, I guess. It doesn't surprise me. Everything that Erudite stands for is spreading the mind and taking in as much knowledge as they can. I hadn't experienced that feeling until I had been taken into the Bureau. Once there, having the opportunity to know things that others didn't, it gave me a sense of pride. It made me realize that feeling...was everything that embodied the Erudite. But some of them took that feeling too far. Knowledge is power. And power tends to corrupt.

I look at the back of the classroom where most of the Dauntless students are laughing and joking around. One of them has pulled out a deck of cards to pass the time before the teacher comes into the room. I sit with them because I have to fit in. I have to be like them if I don't want to be suspected as anything more than what I am pretending to be. During the class, the Dauntless pass notes and hardly pay attention. But I pay attention. I notice and I learn because I find their Faction History to be interesting. Even if it's not the truth. I know what I know from my training and lessons back at the Bureau. What the government had taught me about the experiments. I had been apart of my own experiment before I ran away. Before they found me and took me in. But this experiment, in this city...it was a major success. It had stood here for over a hundred years. They knew what they had done and they were keeping it running. But the Erudite were killing off the genetically pure. Because they didn't know the truth. All they knew was that they weren't like everyone else. And if they couldn't be classified as just one thing, they had to be dangerous.

I don't know what I was expecting on my first day of classes. Maybe I expected to not feel such a sense of belonging, I guess? A sense of pride in learning about a community that had succeeded over the years. But I did. And I enjoyed the feeling. I enjoying knowing that despite everything that had gone on outside of the fence surrounding the city, the people inside survived. It was extremely different from the experiment that had gone on in my city. More together, more at peace. But I know better. Peace is reserved for those who are oblivious to the truth. Unfortunately, I am not one of those people.