Two
11 years before…
Trouble. It's what I'm good at. I always seem to be getting myself into trouble. I don't always go looking for it, but I just can't help myself. My curiosity gets the best of me. My parents swear it'll get me killed one day. In a faction like mine, they're probably right. Dauntless isn't exactly the place for an abundance of questions. Too many questions, or the wrong questions, can get you killed. Even at 5 years old, I understood that.
My father always uses the phrase "curiosity killed the cat" when he's lecturing me. Luckily, he doesn't do it in a mean way. I wouldn't describe it as nice, but I mean he's not screaming. It's more of an explanation I guess.
My father, the man with four fears, is a legend around Dauntless. My mother is no different. An Abnegation transfer who was the first jumper. People definitely know their names, Tris and Four.
People know my name too, Tyler Bliss Eaton, the girl who always manages to get into trouble. Yes, a girl named Tyler. Quit Judging.
My dad was giving me another lecturing about not falling to my curiosity and knowing when to keep my nose out of stuff. What I had done seemed harmless, but I guess maybe I was wrong. I had gotten in trouble before, but this time it seemed different. My dad seemed… on edge. I couldn't understand it. Very few things seemed to worry my dad. All I had done was talk to the guy…