DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DIVERGENT NOR AM I AN ADULT! BTW: IF IT LOOKS LIKE I HAVE THE WRITING SKILL OF A 13 YEAR OLD, WELL TAHT'S CUZ I A 13 YEAR OLD. Thanks for reading! Love you all! Especially TheMuffinGirl31! FF's Forevs and you know it :D I'm gonna describe the characters more and I hope you all are in love with 'em. I'ma give ya a long chapter. Or at least slightly long! Yay. Omg you would not believe how hard it was to write this chapter (I was at a sleepover and half of it was written whilst my friend was asleep) ENJOY 3333

My head lifted out of my hands and I sighed again. This is gonna be a long few weeks. What did I expect though? I'm obviously not ready for the fights that we are starting tomorrow. What if I'm paired up with someone twice my size? Like that boy Gavin-or was it Gabe? Or Gabriel? What does it matter? I'm gonna be fighting someone. Plus I'm the smallest one here. The closest one to my size is Ariel who is almost 6 inches taller than me and to others, she is short! Gabe-or whatever his name is- is like, 5' 11. That's tall!

"OK. Initiates. Your new change of clothes are right here." Four pointed to 3 carts with the new black clothing. Eric spoke up. "The first cart has your training clothes, second has pajamas and the third just has some regular clothing. They are organized by size. Only take one of each, and when you are done, go through this door and into the second room on the left. That is the incinerator room and there is where you will dispose of your old factions clothing."

"Why don't you just give them to the Factionless?" The Stiff asked.

"That's what the Abnegation do. Not the Dauntless." He said shrugging, emotionless as always.

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Once I changed, an awkward experience; that's for sure, I brought my old Amity clothing to the incinerator room and tossed them into the fire. Ariel comes in quickly after me, looking freaked out. "OMG Natasha!" Her normally straight strawberry blond hair was frizzed to the ceiling. Not literally, but close and her eyes widened with the horror one could only imagine. She had a slightly plump face and a heavy set of freckles, unlike my light set.

"What."

"The people here are weeeiiiirrrd."

"Tell me about it," I replied rolling my eyes. "But look at this. The incinerator is like, really open. Imagine if someone pushed someone in there!"

"Woah there Natasha, we're not officially Dauntless yet."

"Well we're not Amity anymore, Ariel."

"So what are we?"

"Hopefully not Factionless in the future."

"True dat."

The day went on and we practically didn't even talk the rest of the day. The training was starting tomorrow, and thank the heavens it was. For dinner someone put containers of food for each of us on the edges of our beds. I grabbed it cheerfully and dug in, savoring every bite of the steaming hot pizza. The Abnegation neglected the food once again saying "That's just not right, putting our friends in food." He sighed. "Seriously, does anyone agree?" He looked around the room and saw that no one was fazed by the comment. No one listens to the Stiffs anyways.

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The next day came all to quickly. Training was today; the day Natasha dreaded. Being small means she has to prove that she belongs there. Her height could be an advantage considering everyone outweighed her by at least 25 lbs. With the exceptions of the Stiff. But he outweighed her maybe 10 pounds which is odd, him being a vegetarian. She could easily take him in a fight. It looked like the only fat in his body was the muscle keeping him standing. ((A.N. Hahahahahhah Buttmunchhh I'm talkin' 'bout yoouuuuu. Lolz Just kidding.))

Ariel had braided her long hair into a side braid that cascaded to her waist in a twisting horror. I changed quickly and avoided all of the other initiates who got in my way. Eric's voice over the intercom boomed.

"All transferred initiates, please report to the training room in 10 minutes and no later or you will become Factionless." Ariel and I don't wanna take our chances, so we run over there as soon as we can. When we arrive, we are close to the last ones there. Jeremy was still changing-he's shy and didn't wanna change in front of everyone. Eric looks up at the wall where a mechanical clock lays ticking silently. It was past the 10 minutes and Jeremy wasn't there yet. Poor him.

He runs into the room and walks up next to his Ex-Candor friends. Everyone stared quietly at him. Eric cleared his throat. "Jeremy. You're late."

"Yeah, so."

"I thought the announcement was clear."

"Are you really gonna kick me out of training cause I am a minute late?"

"Yeah." Four leads Jeremy out of the training room and everyone stares at Eric, wide eyed and scared. "Now. Training starts now." And he wasn't lying. The next 4 hours were the most painful in my whole 16 years. And it didn't end there. We had to fight-the most dreaded part and I was against Pepper. And Erudite girl. I sadly lost with a dislocated shoulder and half a day in the infirmary, missing lunch, but luckily my bestie, who won against the Stiff brought me a cold grilled cheese about an hour after lunch. But who cares if it's cold, it's food! I still couldn't move my right arm and I was thankful that I am left handed.

Later that day, I was free to go and my right arm was 100% fine, I went to the training room to go, well, train. I was happy to be alone, but something was making me feel like I wasn't. And I wasn't. Standing about 30 feet away was Eric. Out of all Dauntless, it was Eric. I would have preferred Connie, the 5' 8 Ex-Candor chick who won against Gabe. "I wanna be alone, Eric."
"No you don't." He replied quietly.

"Ok. I don't, but I don't want you to be here." I snap. He sighs and walks closer, I tense up turn quickly to see Eric was still about 10 feet away.

"Natasha, you don't have to freak out. I'm just here to help." I rolled my eyes and turned back to the punching bag I had been failing miserably at even budging. "You aren't using your whole body in the punch, it'll give more of a hit." I attempted and failed the first time. As soon as I tried again, it actually worked. "Good. Now meet me here tomorrow? Same time?" I slowly blinked and nodded. Was I meeting a new side of Eric?

Oh la la. Natasha meeting a new side of Eric? Or is it just instincts for bigger people to take care of smaller people? Whichever it is, Natasha isn't liking it, being the independent brat she is. 3333 Stay tuned, my lovelies!