Hey guys, i'm really sorry that i stopped writing for too late. I know that a few of you were enjoying where the story was going and i might continue to write more in the future but for now i just lost interest. Anyway I recently started to read the divergent trilogy and obviously i had seen the movie before but i fell in love with the entire series once reading about it so i decided to try something that isn't shadowhunters. I've been writing chapters for a couple days now and have a few good ones but I thought that I would post the first one to see what you guys think and if you like it and want more let me know, i'm loving writing this.

I know that i made the right choice in leaving abnegation. I wasn't made to be selfless but i wasn't entirely sure why i chose dauntless either. As me and several other transfers walked into the training room i noticed punching bags, weights, a marked square and several targets. a shiver went through me as i wondered what they were used for. "jeez guess there's no welcome party" christina said quietly to me. seeing as she was candor she usually speaks her mind but after she got reprimanded by our trainer four she pretty much only keeps her smart comments quiet.

"initiates, welcome to were you will be spending the first stage of your ranking" Eric our scary looking leader said to all of us. Four was also scary but more in an intimidating way. Eric on the other hand looked like someone who could shoot you just for looking at him the wrong way. "Today you will start building muscle and tomorrow the first three fights will take place" he motioned to the marked square which i now registered as sort of a ring. i looked all around the room for ways to build muscle.

I was skinny and weak so not surprisingly nothing really interested me but i knew i had to start somewhere. I started throwing punches at one of the kicking bags. after a few hits i could tell that i wasn't really hitting the way i was meant too. i looked all around me to see everyone working hard. i saw peter ,from candor as well, throwing knives at the targets and hitting the bullseye almost every time. if i had any concerns about him before they were tripled now. "Your weak" a deep voice said from the side of me. i turned to see four watching me. how long had he been standing there, i started punching the bag with everything i had but ultimately i was getting nowhere. "your not hitting properly" he chastised as i tried to put more force into it, i could feel little bits of sweat falling down my face. He grabbed my wrist just as i was about to hit the bag again. "Move on initiate" was all he said as he walked off to observe other people.

I felt frustrated, i used everything i had and it still wasn't enough. i guess that was dauntless though. when you have had enough you have to just keep going, falling behind is not an option. Ignoring his comments from before i continued to punch and punch until my knuckles were bleeding and red from all the impact. I couldn't tell how long i had been hitting for but i knew that if i wanted to get anywhere that i just needed to keep going. By the time lunch rolled around i was exhausted i had spent half of the day trying to not be "weak" and so far nothing was improving. my hands were bleeding and swollen but i was too tired to care. As i walked away from the punching bag i tried to find christina when someone grabbed my wrist. i turned to see four inspecting my hands. "You need to take care of this" he said as he grabbed the first aid kit from a shelf nearby.

I know it's pretty short but I didn't want too much to happen in the first part. so please if you liked it leave a review letting me know if you want more.

-Tempany