Hello again Divergent fans! I'm back with another chapter this fine evening. I hope you enjoyed the last chapter. It was just a small chapter to ease you into my main idea for this FanFiction.

Chapter 2

Worth

The ceremony ends and everything seems to happen so quickly. Everybody gets up and goes their separate ways, their new lives finally beginning at this moment. I couldn't process all that was happening before, but now I see. I see the bigger picture. I'll never see my family again. I can't even say goodbye. My older brother and younger sister will be small memories in the back of my head because the chances of me seeing them again are slim to none.

I run with the rest of the Dauntless to the train. Oh, the train. I love watching people jump on and off it so smoothly, and now, I can be a part of it. My mother was excellent at jumping on and off the train, and my father was as well. I have had limited practice jumping on and off the train in the past, but more than what the other transfers have had.

"Factionless garbage!" I hear from a whiny voice.

I feel someone bump into me, and I stumble. I stare at the laughing face of a boy in Candor clothes with scruffy, brown hair, standing next to him another Candor boy as they run ahead of me. I lower my head, trying hard to blend in. Was this a good decision? I never thought about all the ridicule I'd get. No, I can't let people's opinions stop me from my life goal. I stand up tall and smile, showing fake confidence to all the new Dauntless around me, too busy thinking about my new life to let the pain of the constant running bother me.

One thing about being factionless is that I've become exceptionally good at figuring people out. When they're lying, when they're genuine, when they're scared or insecure... It's helped me survive and just staring someone in the eye can unfold all their secrets. Sometimes I don't want to know what they're like, so I avoid staring at people for too long. Some people think it's because I'm shy, but it's because I don't wish to know the ugly truth of a kind looking person. Stupid, I know, but now I must abandon that old mindset and stare people with confidence. Knowing what kind of person they are on the inside will help me know who to trust and who not to trust in this unknown, treacherous world where the Dauntless reside.

I finally reach the train along with the other Dauntless, so without a second thought, I start climbing, the wind in my long, brown, curly hair as I embrace this new, free me. I wait for the train next to the same tall, tan boy named Uriah from earlier. I stare at him in the eyes with a smile, and his eyes crinkle at the ends as he grins childishly. He seems carefree, but it must be because he has a secret. He's too old to be this childish without a cause. He has something that nobody should know, so he plays it off by being kind, funny, and a daredevil. Either way, he seems like a good friend to have, especially since I can tell he's Dauntless born by his clothes.

He then looks away from me, staring at the oncoming train with seriousness. He starts running to keep up with the train. He swings himself up and opens the door, extending his hand out to help me on. I smile and grab it as he helps to pull me inside. I look out the door to see the tan, short girl I was sitting next to earlier is running, trying hard to keep up, tears on her face and in her eyes as the reality that she might not make the train sets in. A small yet beautiful blonde girl kneels next to me, her arm outstretched as she tries in vain to grab the girl's hand. The tan girl starts to slow down, so I do something any person would think to be crazy. I throw myself out of the car and hold onto the handle with my one hand, dangling from the train, the end of the track coming up.

"Come on! Grab on!" I yell to the girl.

I throw my free arm around her wrist and hold onto her tightly as I notice the track come to its end, hoping she trusts me to dangle her as I figure a way to pull her up. Then, I feel strong arms hold my waist and pull me into the train, the short, tan girl being pulled in with me. We breathe deeply, everybody staring at the both of us, not knowing what to say. She wipes her eyes and I stare at her.

She stares into my eyes with concentration, still shaking and says, "Thank you. I could never repay you for what you've done for me, Remedy."

I smile and nod at her slightly, focusing my gaze on all the other people staring at me in car.

"That was epic," Uriah says with a wide smile.

I laugh slightly and smile, thanking him as well, the short tan girl and I not talking much more.