A/N: this is what would have happened if the war never happened. Everyone is still alive except for Al (hated him). All of the characters are based on real people. This is co-written by my friend. Yes she is one of the characters. Enjoy!
-Isabelle & Renee
Chapter 1
My name is Tris, or Six, whichever you prefer. I was a Dauntless initiate last year. This year however, I am training new initiates with Four. Four is… complicated. His real is Tobias and we fell in love last year. At the time he was my instructor, now he is my boyfriend.
I have to be at the net at 12:00, so I use my last free hour to go to Christina's. She and Will have been inseparable since initiation. They do everything together. It's sickening.
Tobias and I are nothing like that. Sure we talk and have plenty of PDA, but we go our separate ways a lot. I work in the tattoo parlor with Tori; he works in the control room with Will. That must be fun.
For the next four weeks, we have the pleasure of training the new Dauntless initiates. Christina and Uriah will be training the Dauntless born and Tobias and I, the transfers. Life is about to get interesting.
The reason I told you that you could call me Six is because that is my nickname. I have six fears, so Six feels right as my nickname. To the initiates, I will be big, scary, intimidating Six. Oh, how fun life is.
I waltz up to Christina's door and knock lightly. Then I smile as she opens the door.
"Why hello, Six," Christina swoons, her eyes sweeping over me. She wears a slight frown, something must be wrong with my outfit. As usual. Christina has always been the girly type. She loves shopping, makeup, and playing dress up with me stuck in the makeover chair. Woohoo.
"Hey Christina," I sigh. "Something wrong with my outfit?" Christina is my best friend. She was a transfer from Candor and was my closest friend during initiation.
"Everything is wrong with that outfit." Christina says with a dissatisfied click of her tongue. She leads me inside and gives me a pair of her clothes to change into, as they are 'more appropriate' for this occasion. After I change, we sit on her bed and talk for a while, until I look at my watch. It is 11:55. We have to go now or be late. "Time to go, Christina." I say urgently.
"Okay," she replies. She pulls her leather jacket over her strapless black top and frilly black skirt. She wears shoes that, used properly, could probably kill someone. I shrug on the jacket she has loaned me and head out the door.
As we make our way to the Pit, Uriah and Tobias catch up to us. I smile as Tobias takes my hand. We near the net and Eric sees us. He waves us over, and glares. I look at my watch, we are right on time. I hear several cries as initiates throw themselves onto the roof. I start to get antsy. Tobias notices and squeezes my hand reassuringly. I smile. Max is giving his usual opening speech and I am moving around in anticipation.
Then it happens, a body makes hard contact with the net.
A/N: I know this chapter is very short but I like a lot of short chapters instead of a few long chapters. The next chapter should be up tomorrow or Wednesday I hope. If not then bear with me.