Four's POV
Lauran elbows me.
"What?" I snap
"Gosh, someone's in a bad mood."
"Sorry I just got something on my mind." I reply
"Well, the initiates are going to be here soon, so turn that frown upside down." She says sarcastically.
If I didn't hear the sarcasm in her voice I would have snapped something about being in the Amity. That's when I hear the train pass by. I hear the thuds, as one by one get off the train. I hear a scream. I look over to Lauran, she give a shrug and then turns her head to face the initiates. Then the group starts to walk toward us. There are about 20 kids this year. Not many people join dauntless. I don't blame them. I had always been taught that Dauntless believe in teamwork to help defend them and that they fight for they think is right. Then when I came here, I found something really different. I can't really tell who is who. Everyone is just in one big crowd.
I hear Max yelling. He is probably just telling them that someone has to jump off. The crowd erupts. Everyone is talking asking questions. I can't make out what they are saying, but I hear a voice say it is going to jump off. I think it is a girl. Then I see her jump. She is dressed in all gray. She must be one of the Abnegation. I wonder who the other is.
I grip her hand to help her up. She doesn't have any muscles.
"Thank you" she says. I about to reply but Lauran interrupt me.
"Can't believe it ... A stiff to jump first, Unheard of," Lauran says. I give her a look, and she stops talking.
"She left for a reason, Lauran." I say to make sure everyone heard.
"What's your name?" I ask the girl. She freezes.
"Think about it, you don't get to pick again." I say.
"Tris" she says firmly
"Tris. Well, make the announcement, Four," Lauran yells
"First jumper, Tris!" I yell. The crowd irrupts.
I second person is called to jump, a girl volunteers. She wears a black shirt with some black jean. I let out hand to help her. She has straight blond hair, blue eyes and she is about 6 feet. She blows her bangs out of her face like she use to when she was little. She grabs my hand and stares at me for more than 30 seconds. Her eyes full of glow. I let go of her hand. I don't know how to describe her. I can see the boys behind her giving me a look. Then they go back to staring at her.
All I do is give her a look, different from the other boys. We are going to talk about this, I think. Then, like she is reading my mind she nods. Mary.
The next one is in Tris's POV. Don't worry.