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CHAPTER TWO
FOUR'S POV
We walk into a large room that has three two-seater lounges, a day bed, a four-seater lounge and four bean bags. Tris and I take the day bed. Zeke and Shauna have taken a two-seater, along with Will and Christina and Uriah and Marlene. Lynn and Tori both sit on a bean bag each while Max and Eric sit on either end of the four-seater.
"Who wants to read first?" I ask.
"Me, me, me," Christina jumps up to take the book from me. Nobody else seemed to care.
I watch as Christina sits back down next to Will and opens to the first page.
"Ready?" Christina asks.
"Just get this started," moans Eric. I can see he is going to be a barrel of fun to be around.
Christina turns the book over and looks at the back cover. She looks confused and then turns to face Tris. "Did you know the story was from your point of view?"
"What? No. Why?" Tris asks looking between Christina and me.
"Why would anyone want to write a book from a Stiff's point of view," Lynn complains.
"Hey!" Tris yells.
"What? It's true. How can this person think that your life is so important?" Lynn states to Tris.
"Well, obviously, you must be important too, or you wouldn't be sitting here," Tris declares. Thankfully this makes Lynn smile. I don't need those two arguing before we even start.
"Just start reading the damn book Christina," bellows Eric, clearly frustrated that he is here.
"Okay, here goes," Christina says.
CHAPTER ONE
There is one mirror in my house. It is behind a sliding panel in the hallway upstairs. Our faction allows me to stand in front of it on the second day of every third month, the day my mother cuts my hair.
"Your mother cuts your hair?" Shauna asks. Tris just nods.
"You're worried about her mother cutting her hair? What about the fact that there is only one mirror in the house and it is covered up," Christina wails.
"Don't they have hairdressers in Abnegation?" Marlene asks.
"Just shut it. You all know how boring the Abnegation are," Zeke says.
I sit on the stool and my mother stands behind me with the scissors, trimming. The strands fall on the floor in a dull, blond ring.
"Do you have curly hair Tris?" Marlene asks.
We all stare at Marlene. "What? Her hair fell into a blond ring. I thought maybe because it was so long we couldn't see the curl."
"Keep reading Christina," Max says.
When she finishes, she pulls my hair away from my face and twists it into a knot. I note how calm she looks and how focused she is. She is well-practiced in the art of losing herself. I can't say the same of myself.
I sneak a look at my reflection when she isn't paying attention—not for the sake of vanity, but out of curiosity. A lot can happen to a person's appearance in three months. In my reflection, I see a narrow face, wide, round eyes, and a long, thin nose—I still look like a little girl, though sometime in the last few months I turned sixteen. The other factions celebrate birthdays, but we don't. It would be self-indulgent.
"I don't think Abnegation parents are very nice. Who doesn't want to celebrate a birthday?" Uriah says.
"You just hate the thought of not being able to have cake," Tris smiles at Uriah.
Everyone starts to laugh at how true Tris's statement is.
"So, I like cake," Uriah shrugs.
"There," she says when she pins the knot in place. Her eyes catch mine in the mirror. It is too late to look away, but instead of scolding me, she smiles at our reflection. I frown a little. Why doesn't she reprimand me for staring at myself?
"You get in trouble for looking in the mirror even when you are only allowed to look every three months?" Christina gasps. "What a stupid rule."
"And just think Christina, the people who make those rules run our government," Eric says. Where is he going with this I wonder.
"So today is the day," she says. "Yes," I reply.
"Are you nervous?"
I stare into my own eyes for a moment. Today is the day of the aptitude test that will show me which of the five factions I belong in. And tomorrow, at the Choosing Ceremony, I will decide on a faction; I will decide the rest of my life; I will decide to stay with my family or abandon them.
"Isn't that a bit dramatic Tris?" Will asks. "Were you thinking this? Or did this Veronica woman just make it up?"
"So far it has been accurate," Tris says.
"No," I say. "The tests don't have to change our choices."
"Right." She smiles. "Let's go eat breakfast."
"Thank you. For cutting my hair."
She kisses my cheek and slides the panel over the mirror. I think my mother could be beautiful, in a different world. Her body is thin beneath the gray robe. She has high cheekbones and long eyelashes, and when she lets her hair down at night, it hangs in waves over her shoulders. But she must hide that beauty in Abnegation.
"I really don't understand the Abnegation," Christina says shaking her head. I'd like to laugh right now but I don't really want any attention on me while they are talking about Abnegation.
We walk together to the kitchen. On these mornings when my brother makes breakfast, and my father's hand skims my hair as he reads the newspaper, and my mother hums as she clears the table—it is on these mornings that I feel guiltiest for wanting to leave them.
"Eww," Lynn exclaims. We all look at her hoping she has an explanation for her outbreak.
"Does that mean the article that Molly was quoted in was true?" Lynn asks.
"What do you mean?" Christina asks.
"Well why would her dad be skimming his hand over her hair? That's creepy," Lynn scrunches her face up as she says it.
"No it isn't true," Tris states.
"There's three dots in the middle of the line," Christina shows Will.
"That's a page break," Will tells her. Eric just rolls his eyes. Can't blame him for that.
"Oh, Okay. Page break," Christina says and she continues to read.
The bus stinks of exhaust. Every time it hits a patch of uneven pavement, it jostles me from side to side, even though I'm gripping the seat to keep myself still.
"That's because you have no muscle," I whisper to Tris.
"So I'd be fine now?" she asks.
"What are you two whispering about?" Shauna asks.
"Nothing, continue reading Christina," Tris says.
"You two are so cute," Shauna giggles. I just give her a death glare.
"Don't look at me like that Four," Shauna tells me in a demanding voice. It's not like the look would work on her anyway, she knows me to well.
My older brother, Caleb, stands in the aisle, holding a railing above his head to keep himself steady. We don't look alike. He has my father's dark hair and hooked nose and my mother's green eyes and dimpled cheeks. When he was younger, that collection of features looked strange, but now it suits him. If he wasn't Abnegation, I'm sure the girls at school would stare at him.
"They do anyway Tris," Marlene says.
"Marlene," Uriah cries out.
"What it's true," she tells him. He just shakes his head as she whispers something in his ear. Whatever she has said makes him smile and he kisses her cheek.
He also inherited my mother's talent for selflessness. He gave his seat to a surly Candor man on the bus without a second thought.
The Candor man wears a black suit with a white tie—Candor standard uniform. Their faction values honesty and sees the truth as black and white, so that is what they wear.
"I miss the clothes," Christina says.
"You can always go back there," Eric mutters under his breath. Christina just puts her head down and starts to read again.
The gaps between the buildings narrow and the roads are smoother as we near the heart of the city. The building that was once called the Sears Tower—we call it the Hub —emerges from the fog, a black pillar in the skyline. The bus passes under the elevated tracks. I have never been on a train, though they never stop running and there are tracks everywhere. Only the Dauntless ride them.
"Well that statement isn't true anymore now is it Tris?" Uriah says.
Five years ago, volunteer construction workers from Abnegation repaved some of the roads. They started in the middle of the city and worked their way outward until they ran out of materials. The roads where I live are still cracked and patchy, and it's not safe to drive on them. We don't have a car anyway.
"Does anyone in Abnegation have a car?" Will asks.
"Some people with government jobs but not many," Tris says.
Caleb's expression is placid as the bus sways and jolts on the road. The gray robe falls from his arm as he clutches a pole for balance. I can tell by the constant shift of his eyes that he is watching the people around us—striving to see only them and to forget himself. Candor values honesty, but our faction, Abnegation, values selflessness.
"Could this get any more boring?" Zeke complains. "Tris do you have to describe so much nonsense? Can't we just skip to the first death?"
"Zeke!" Shauna yells, smacking his arm.
The bus stops in front of the school and I get up, scooting past the Candor man. I grab Caleb's arm as I stumble over the man's shoes. My slacks are too long, and I've never been that graceful.
"You still aren't," Eric says laughing. We all just ignore him and Christina keeps reading.
The Upper Levels building is the oldest of the three schools in the city: Lower Levels, Mid-Levels, and Upper Levels. Like all the other buildings around it, it is made of glass and steel. In front of it is a large metal sculpture that the Dauntless climb after school, daring each other to go higher and higher. Last year I watched one of them fall and break her leg. I was the one who ran to get the nurse.
"Thanks Tris," Lynn says.
"You're welcome Lynn."
"Aptitude tests today," I say. Caleb is not quite a year older than I am, so we are in the same year at school.
He nods as we pass through the front doors. My muscles tighten the second we walk in. The atmosphere feels hungry, like every sixteen-year-old is trying to devour as much as he can get of this last day. It is likely that we will not walk these halls again after the Choosing Ceremony—once we choose, our new factions will be responsible for finishing our education.
Our classes are cut in half today, so we will attend all of them before the aptitude tests, which take place after lunch. My heart rate is already elevated.
"You aren't at all worried about what they'll tell you?" I ask Caleb.
We pause at the split in the hallway where he will go one way, toward Advanced Math, and I will go the other, toward Faction History.
He raises an eyebrow at me. "Are you?"
I could tell him I've been worried for weeks about what the aptitude test will tell me —Abnegation, Candor, Erudite, Amity, or Dauntless?
Instead I smile and say, "Not really."
He smiles back. "Well...have a good day."
"Could you and your brother be any more fake?" Lynn asks.
I walk toward Faction History, chewing on my lower lip. He never answered my question.
The hallways are cramped, though the light coming through the windows creates the illusion of space; they are one of the only places where the factions mix, at our age. Today the crowd has a new kind of energy, a last day mania.
A girl with long curly hair shouts "Hey!" next to my ear, waving at a distant friend. A jacket sleeve smacks me on the cheek. Then an Erudite boy in a blue sweater shoves me. I lose my balance and fall hard on the ground.
"Out of my way, Stiff," he snaps, and continues down the hallway.
My cheeks warm. I get up and dust myself off. A few people stopped when I fell, but none of them offered to help me. Their eyes follow me to the edge of the hallway. This sort of thing has been happening to others in my faction for months now—the Erudite have been releasing antagonistic reports about Abnegation, and it has begun to affect the way we relate at school. The gray clothes, the plain hairstyle, and the unassuming demeanor of my faction are supposed to make it easier for me to forget myself, and easier for everyone else to forget me too. But now they make me a target.
I tense at these words. The reports have been about Marcus. Tris feels me tense and holds my hand. "Tobias if this goes through my initiation they are going to find out the truth," she whispers. Shit, I hadn't thought of that. I hope that this chapter hasn't got long to go, I need to think.
I pause by a window in the E Wing and wait for the Dauntless to arrive. I do this every morning. At exactly 7:25, the Dauntless prove their bravery by jumping from a moving train.
"Stalker much?" Zeke asks. Tris just shrugs.
My father calls the Dauntless "hellions." They are pierced, tattooed, and black- clothed. Their primary purpose is to guard the fence that surrounds our city. From what, I don't know.
"Does that mean he thinks you're a hellion now too?" Zeke asks.
"Probably."
They should perplex me. I should wonder what courage—which is the virtue they most value—has to do with a metal ring through your nostril. Instead my eyes cling to them wherever they go.
"You were stalking us," Lynn says not as a question but as a statement.
The train whistle blares, the sound resonating in my chest. The light fixed to the front of the train clicks on and off as the train hurtles past the school, squealing on iron rails. And as the last few cars pass, a mass exodus of young men and women in dark clothing hurl themselves from the moving cars, some dropping and rolling, others stumbling a few steps before regaining their balance. One of the boys wraps his arm around a girl's shoulders, laughing.
Watching them is a foolish practice. I turn away from the window and press through the crowd to the Faction History classroom.
"End of chapter one," Christina tells us as she shuts the book.
I get up off the lounge and walk into the kitchen I need to think about what is going to happen here. Do I want people to know who I am? Zeke, Shauna, Max and Eric all know, along with Tris. Does it matter?
"Hey," I turn to see Tori walk into the room.
"Hey," I say.
"I wouldn't worry Four. From what I can see there are a lot bigger things to worry about than what the others think when they find out who you are."
"Yeah. I didn't think of it like that. You know who put us here, don't you?"
"It isn't going to help anyone to know who it is Four."
"Have you read these before? Do you know what's in them?"
Tori just shakes her head.
"Are you alright?" Tris asks as she enters the kitchen.
"Yeah, I just needed some space," I say as I give her a hug. I'm so glad I have her. I don't think I would want to go through whatever this is that we are going through without her by my side.
"Are you guys coming back in? Uriah wants to read chapter two," Christina says.
We all start to walk out of the kitchen and back towards our fates.