A/N: I was inspired, so I got this chappie out quick. Have fun with it!

Disclaimer: See the plot? Right there, it's called the plot of the story. I own that. Nothing else.

Carefully, Sandry mentally sealed herself off from the others, making sure to not let any of her thoughts slip out. It was hard at first to maintain, but breathing steadily, she was able to keep the wall in place.

Then, going over to her wardrobe, Sandry searched among her things. All of her dresses were far too fancy. Pulling out a half finished day gown in green cotton, Sandry quickly finished the bottom hem and held it up. The dress was sturdy but without the embroidery and lace she'd normally put in. It would do.

Slipping out of the gown she'd been wearing, Sandry paused. She fingered her braids. Common women tended to wear their hair shorter, to keep out of the way. With Sandry's long braids, she'd not only be recognized as herself, she'd be easily picked out as a noble.

Trembling hands reached into her sewing kit and pulled out scissors. Sandry kneeled in front of her vanity mirror, undoing her braids, memorizing her face as a noble. It was the last time she would she it.

Once her hair hung loose, Sandry grabbed a handful, placed her scissors at chin length and cut.

Sandry stared at the hair in her hand, amazed at how easy it was. Then quickly, and a bit wildly, she cut the rest off. The last lock fell to the floor and Sandry stared at the mirror. The girl that stared back seemed to be a stranger to Sandry.

With a sharp shake of her head, Sandry snapped out of her daze. She could get to know the new Sandry later. She pulled on the green dress, specifically telling the cotton to misbehave so she would look more mussed. Then Sandry scurried around the room, gathering supplies, including a few coins and the contents of a basket of fruit. Swinging a black cloak over her shoulders Sandry looked in the mirror again. A commoner stared back at her. The hair on the floor was gathered up and hidden in her sewing kit.

She quickly tidied her room, wrote a brief note to her Uncle saying not to look for her, and scanned the room for anything left undone.

Smoothing her skirt nervously, Sandry felt a lump in her skirt pocket. It was her night light, the crystal that Daja, Tris, and … Briar had made for her, because of her fear of the dark. She held it a minute, her last comfort and tie to her old self. Then she threw it on the bed and left the room.

A/N: Review if you liked. Happy holidays everyone, I'm off to see the wizard!