Lunch came at a very slow pace. Training was harsher than I expected. I touch my tender lip where I nicked myself. The wound already clotted, but my jaw kills from when Eric grabbed me. It's sensitive, and when I poke at my chipmunk like cheeks pain radiates throughout the jaw. Bruises are probably making their mark by now.

"You know, it doesn't look half bad," Al says, smiling, putting some potatoes on my plate. "Makes you kinda fit in, you know?"

I'll take that as a compliment. A rare thing from a Candor. Even a Dauntless one.

I nod while shoving some potatoes in my mouth followed by a wince. It even hurts to eat mush.

"Why aren't you eating a burger?" Molly asks, sitting down.

She smirks at me.

"Because she doesn't have to," Al says, making me look weak. She glares at him before flinging beef onto my plate.

I push it at her, but then she throws it at me. Some of the Dauntless born initiates from the other table look over as the plate makes a loud "ching".

"Eat it!" She says, practically yelling. "Eat it or I'll tell Eric, then laugh as he shoves it down your-"

"FUCK OFF, MOLLY!" Christina yells, throwing an empty cup at her.

Molly growls under her tongue before storming off. I cannot help but subtly flip her off. Tris catches and then does the same.

"What just happened?" Four asks from behind me. I look at him standing tall. He looks down upon me like I am child.

"Molly just came over and started a fight, but now it's okay," Tris answers.

"Well," he starts, "make sure it stays that way."

Break is over before I could finish, but eating was useless anyway. Even though my stomach growls. Molly eye's me and then Eric.

"Feeling okay?" Will asks, as I rub my temple. He examines me. "You're shaking!" He's says loud enough for everyone to hear, and I want to punch him for it.

"What now?" Eric growls, standing above me. "Hippie, are you seriously in that much of attention-"

"She hasn't eaten," Molly says, proud of herself. I glare at her. She's lying.

"Molly, shut up!" Al says. "Elea ate, and you know it!"

"Just because she doesn't eat meat-"

"Stop!" Four raises his voice and everyone's quiet. Even the Dauntless born on the other end.

Eric eyes me.

"What do you mean she doesn't eat meat?" Eric asks, and Will answers.

"She's a vegetarian."

"Hippie, if you wanted to be a vegetarian you should have stayed in pussyville!" He turns to Tris and orders her to get me a chair.

I just want today to end.

A few seconds later, I am sitting on the chair with a small table in front of me. For the first time in awhile I want to cry. Tears hang on the tips of my lids as I look at the plate.

The Dauntless born are watching anxiously along with my fellow transfers.

"Eat it," Eric orders, his arms folded. Peter wears a smug look.

"How is she going to eat all that?" A dark boy asks.

"She can't!" Myra butts in, pushing her way forward. "Make her eat all of it and she-"

Eric turns to Myra with one of the meanest and cruelest looks I've ever seen. She shuts up.

"Come on, Hippie," Eric groans. "Are you going to eat it by yourself or do you want to sit on my lap and have me feed it to you? I'll even make train noises."

A Dauntless born girl with long blonde hair looks at Eric in disbelief while her friends shake their heads. Even they are disgusted by his actions. Four sighs.

"Is this necessary?" He asks. "Their my initiates, not yours!"

"And I'm a leader, Four," he says, smirking. "Remember your place."

I pick up a patty. I almost drop it as I was shaking so hard. It touches my lips and my face starts to feel hot as tears finally fall.

Pussy. Coward. Failure.

Please, I beg, stop. Jesus, help me.

"Aww," Eric says in a bored tone.

I try my best to ignore him as I take a small bite. As soon as it touches my mouth I want to spit it back out. It's disgusting and all things horrible. As I cry more I almost choke on the small bite.

"Stop," Four says just as bored. He comes to me and takes the plate.

"Put it back," Eric says, offended that Four would even dare question his orders.

Four does like he has no choice. I coninue to bite, chew, and swallow. One down, nine to go. Tris pushes her way up to the front, grabbing Eric's arm.

"ENOUGH!" She yells, and Eric sighs, pushing her away.

"Shut it, Stiff."

Peter, Molly, and Drew are really the only ones enjoying my pain. I guess I would too if I were them.

I take a sip of water and start the process over. Bite, chew, and swallow. At this point my eyes can no longer make tears.

"If you make her eat them all," Will says, "she will get very sick. Elea's stomach can't handle it!"

"Why do they keep telling me stuff like I'm stupid?" Eric grins. "I know what I'm doing."

By the fifth bruger, I am sick and can't even chew. It's like our fall festivals when I ate too much apple pie. The room spins and I refuse to chew another bite. I can't even sip water.

"Eat it," he growls. "Eat-"

Throw it at him.

I take the plate and chuck it the hardest I can before I could control my actions. It bounces off his head, and some burgers hit Four as well.

Eric nods like he approves of my actions. I'm dumbfounded as he pats my shoulder and smiles at me with a sinister look.

"Everyone back to their stations," he orders, and whispers something in Four's ear.

I stand there, confused while my eyes are buring and stinging. Did I miss something? I slowly walk back to my station, and Will and Christina take the one's next to me.

My stomach feels as if a ticking bomb is planted inside. Burning bile that could be mistaken as lava travels up my throat and my chin goes numb. I crouch over, holding my stomach for dear life as all the contents in my stomach spill to the floor.

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