Okay ... so, I'm back! (Finally!) Sorry, but, I have been a complete bitch recently, what with completely abandoning this story, but I am back!

DISCALIMER: I doubt one girl could possibly be the two full-grown female geniuses that are Suzanne Collins and Veronica Roth.


Today is the day I choose where I will spend the rest of my life, and I am so nervous that I have vomited already, and it is still about two hours before the ceremony.

Eventually, I am standing with all the other sixteen-year-olds from the whole city, patiently waiting for Peeta's name to be called, as, due to the fact that names are called in backwards alphabetical order, he will be choosing his faction before me.

Finally, Effie Trinket, the Amity spokesperson who is in charge of the ceremony this year, calls out "Peeta Mellark-Amity and Abnegation aptitude test results." Peeta slowly walks towards the five bowls, and carefully take the small blade in his large, warm hands that have comforted me through out my life in Abnegation by holding my horrible, bony hand under the table at lunch at school.

After taking a deep breath, Peeta shuts his eyes and slices his hand with the knife, before letting his blood drop onto the earth of Amity.

Of course he didn't choose Abnegation, where he would be trapped with his ruthless father, Marcus. The gleeful sounds of Amity echo in the room as Peeta makes his way towards them, and I wipe away a tear that somehow managed to escape the tight barriers my eyelids normally create for tears.

I don't take much notice of anyone else, but I do manage to notice that Gale Hawthorne, the Erudite boy from the aptitude tests yesterday, got Dauntless as his result and he, of course, chooses Dauntless.

Finally, my name is called, as well as the three factions I have aptitude for, which is followed by loud gasps from the crowd. At first, I am surprised at the gasps, after all, lots of people are Divergent. Then, I realise: People are normally only Divergent as in, two factions, never three.

I shake all the thoughts that are crushing my mind off, replacing them with the thought of Dauntless, as that is the faction I am about to choose.

Carefully, I slice open my hand with the knife, only slightly wincing at the pain, and shut my eyes as I stick my hand out, right in between the bowls for Dauntless and Abnegation, suddenly unsure of what to choose. I hear gasps from the crowd as I hear my blood land on the carpet, and I feel my cheeks flush red as I carefully move my hand to the left, to the coals of Dauntless.

The rowdy Dauntless pratically scream, pumping their fists in the air, beckoning me towards them. I patiently sit with my fellow faction members, until Effie Trinket rings a bell that signifies the end of the ceremony.

To my delight, instead of walking in an orderly fashion, the Dauntless sprint down the steps, official members at the front, initiates at the back. For some reason, running at the slow speed of the initiates seems annoying, so I run top speed ahead of even the fastest Dauntless.

When I reach the platform, I stop to catch my breath, waiting for the rest of my faction to join me. When they do, some of them pat my back enthusiastically, whilst others mutter things like 'so the stiff can run, so what?' which makes anger boil inside me. That's when I learn to accept the slightly cruel personalities of my faction.

When the train nears the platform, the faction members start running, before pulling themselves onto a car. I jump into the last one, and as the train goes off into the distance, I notice two Amity and a Candor who are still on the station, who are now Factionless.

I look around my car and see Gale, an Erudite boy who seems to be quite close with him, an Amity boy who seems like he won't be able to jump off this train, and a Candor girl who seems to be a complete attitude pack. She sees me and smiles, before informing me her name is Christina. I smile, and tell her my name is Katniss. She nods her head slightly, perhaps to try and remember the odd fact she knows about me before gasping. "You're that unusual Divergent girl, aren't you?" She says in awe. The Erudite side of my brain tells me that she must think of the Divergent as some sort of fairytale, and that she must not know much about the horrors of the Hancock Survival Games.

I nod, before turning to the beautiful view of the city. When a warm hand touches my shoulder, I turn around to find myself staring into Gale's mist-colored eyes.

"Hey, Catnip." He says, in a clear attempt at flirting. I roll my eyes, before replying, "Hey, Gay." Which wipes the smile off of his face. I smile sweetly at him, before turning back to the view. I notice the platform that

is slowly coming towards the train, and I alert my fellow initiates, who all gather at the train car's edge. All except the Amity boy, that is. He stays in the car, frozen with fear, and I know he will be Factionless.

Christina, Gale, Gale's friend who I believe is called Thom and I jump in unison onto the building which is the platform.

Thom and Christina fall onto their knees, which makes them cry out in pain, but Gale and I land perfectly, which provokes a charming smile from Gale, which I scowl at. I promised myself that Peeta would be my only love, and I intend to keep that promise. I see a Dauntless-born girl and boy at the edge of the building, the boy comforting the girl. I frown, wondering what they could she could be crying about, before noticing the crushed body of what appears to be a girl, undoubtedly the crying girl's sister, on the ground at the bottom of the building.

I guess that is the problem with Dauntless: A premature death is inevitable.

I vainly try to shake off the horrid thoughts that accompany the gory picture of the young girl's smashed body as one of the Dauntless leaders, Eric, I think, blabs on about the bravery Dauntless must always show. I begin to listen, however, when he mentions the way to get off this building: jumping off the edge.

Eric asks for volunteers to go first, and when no one does, I step forward, "I volunteer" I say, my voice shaking with nerves.

Sneering, Eric replies, "What, the Divergent Stiff go first? Never heard that one before." I shake off his comment and walk up to the edge of the building. There is a big, black hole at the bottom which I can only assume is the way into the Dauntless compound. I tell myself that there must be water or something at the bottom, and jump.

The sensation of falling is so exhilarating that I scream in delight, before landing on a strong net. Two familiar hands pull me off the net, and I can't help wondering what Peeta is doing in Dauntless. However, the eyes I meet when I am pulled off the net are not the sky-blue pools that belong to Peeta, but dark, mysterious pools of blue. I look the man up and down, trying to figure out who he is. Apart from the dark hair and darker eyes, this man looks exactly like a slightly older version of Peeta, and is in his mid-twenties.

That is when I figure out who he is: Tobias Mellark, Peeta's older brother and victor of the sixty-fourth annual Hancock Survival Games. I feel a tear escape my eyes for the second time today as I remember Nancy, and Tobias brushes it away quickly, be fore saying, "I am Four, your instructor. Please tell me your name, and think carefully, as you only choose once." I carefully think through the names I could choose: Kat, Niss (Maybe not), Catnip (Eughhh, definitely not), and, possibly Kiss, as it shows that I am desirable, as I am, people drooled over me all the time in school, despite me being a Stiff, and it uses letters that are all in my name.

"My name is...Kiss." I say in a calm, collected voice. Tobias, no, Katniss, he is now Four, raises my hand in the air, and shouts out to the crowd of Dauntless members, "First jumper, Kiss!"

I move out of the way, so that Four can pull the rest of the initiates off the net, listening to the names people choose:

Gale-Erudite

Thom-Erudite

Will-Erudite

Edward-Erudite

Chris-Candor

Peter-Candor

Drew-Candor

Molly-Candor

Al-Candor

Madge-Amity

Uriah-Dauntless-born

Marlene-Dauntless-born

Lynn-Dauntless-born

Rachel-Dauntless-born (She was the crying girl)

Jason-Dauntless-born (He comforted Rachel)

In total, there are sixteen initiates, six of which are Divergent. Four explains that he will be training the Divergent initiates, whilst a guy called Zeke who looks a lot like Uriah says he will be training the rest of the initiates. I see Gale's face fall at that, but I don't care. Chris is Divergent, with aptitude for Candor and Dauntless, as well as Will (Erudite and Dauntless), Uriah (Dauntless and Amity), Madge (Amity and Dauntless) and me. Four takes us for a brief tour of the compound, before taking us to a fire, where we are told that, after we have changed into Dauntless clothes we must burn our old faction clothes.

Once I have done that, Chris and I go down to dinner, where new, peculiar foods await me.


...And that's it for this chapter! Hope you enjoyed, and review about what you think of Katniss' new nickname! Also, review about whether or not you want the next chapter to be in Peeta's POV or not. ONE REVIEW EQUALS NEW UPDATE!

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