Chapter Three

"Tris? Nice name. Where did it come from? Is it a nickname?" the annoying boy asks.

"Again with all the questions, dude!" I yell at him. Wow, I'm getting to the end of my very long temper with this boy. Can't he tell when someone wants to be left alone?

He must have seen something in my eyes, or read anger in my face, because her gulps and shuts up.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay?" he tells me meekly.

"If you were sorry, then you'd stop bugging me!"

Great job, Tris. You just put off the one person who wants to be your friend.

"Fine, I didn't mean it," I sigh, exasperated.

"Good!" he says, bouncing around again," but I swear you got this really scary look in your eye."

Yep. Always the eyes.

"So, when are we there?"

He looks sheepish, "Um… I don't know."

"You don't know."

"…No."

"You're a friggin' Dauntless Born! You're meant to know this stuff!"

To my surprise, the near profanity came to my mouth easily. His chocolate eyes are now widening to an almost comical state.

"Dude, you look like a surprised chipmunk."

"Are you calling me cute?" he grins cheekily.

"No."

Did he actually just… pout?

"Tris! They're jumping off!" he sounds panicked.

"Uriah. Seriously. It's not that big of a deal."

I guess I finally came round to calling Uriah by his name mid journey.

"Okay," he gulps.

"Hold my hand?" he asks.

"I don't need no reassurance." I snap.

"You may not, but I do."

I huff, and grab his hand. By now, we are standing at the back of the train, ready to run and jump. I can hear all the Dauntless hollering in excitement. My poor, poor ears.

"Let's go!" I yell over the din. Uriah pales and nods his head.

"Three! Two! One!"

We're flying. I can feel the air rushing past – but the ground is fast approaching. The smart way would be to set my stance at 9.2873664 degrees – stupid Erudite side. As we near the ground, I let go of Uriah's hand, knowing full well he could pull me down, and land. I was right, my stance offset the force.

"Yeah!" I yell with the exhilaration.

Suddenly, I am aware of a groaning sound to my right. Uriah made it.

"Never doing that again," he gasps.

"Oh come on, dude, it was fun!" I smirk.

"Fun? Fun? FUN?"

"Yup."

"GET OVER HERE!" a man shouts.

Pulling Uriah up, we both start to jog over there.

"I am Eric, one of your Leaders. To get into Dauntless, you must jump down. Who's first?"

I see the guy saying it. He has short dirty blond hair, shaved at the sides, and piercings in his eyebrow. It's not until he stares at me that I see his captivating grey eyes. He practically exudes danger. Just what I want to be.

He's definitely a leader. So ruthless and dangerous, exactly the right type of Dauntless.

"Anyone?" he smirks.

"Is there water at the bottom?" I see an Erudite say.

Why would he tell you that? Stupid boy. But I need to jump. I'm Dauntless now. What better way to prove it?

Eric hops off the ledge and I step onto it. I can see jagged metal sticking out at the sides of a pitch black hole. This is bad. My dress could get caught.

I start undressing, just remaining in the grey leggings and top underneath my dress.

"Take it off, Stiff!" I hear. It was a Candor.

I turn until my back is towards the hole, and throw the clothes at the Candor who said it.

With a cheeky salute at Eric, I backflip off the ledge.

I'm flying. Wind rushing past, hair whipping around me, I'm free. Free from the constraints of Abnegation. This is going to be fun!

I slam into something. A net! I start laughing hysterically. Soon I'm gasping for air. I see hands reached out to me and grab one.

"Name?" a man with deep blue eyes and brown hair asks.

"Tris," I say firmly.

"First Jumper, Tris!"

"Wow, a stiff as first jumper! Never happened before, you know," A woman tells the man.

"There's a reason she left them, Lauren," he says defensively.

Time to be reborn.

Once everyone has joined me down here, the lights turn on. I'm pretty sure I'm crazy at the moment. Some initiates were screaming the whole way down, some only shortly, but none were silent. I was the only one that laughed.

I see a huge crowd of Dauntless members watching us, cheering and hollering. A small smile curls itself onto my face.

"Right! Transfers with me! Dauntless born with Lauren!" The man yells.

"We're going! I hope you don't need a tour of the place!" Lauren yells at the Dauntless borns.

I wave to Uriah as he leaves. Hopefully I'll see him again.

As people slowly start to leave, the man speaks.

"My name is Four, and I will be your instructor."

Before I can stop her, a Candor snickers and says, "Four? Like the number?"

Oh no.

He walks right up to her, going for the intimidation tactic.

"Yes. You got anything against it?"

"No! No, it's very original!"

I sigh. Candors just don't know how to keep quiet, do they? Always blabbing their mouth off.

As he leads us on a tour round the compound, I have to stop the Candor, Christina, from mouthing off at Four. When will they ever learn?

Hi everyone! Please could you leave a review on how the story is going, I'm not sure it's good. See ya next time!

MG