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Tuvia:

"Come on, Tuvia, let's sit down!" Sivan leads me through rows of tables, dancing around and ignoring the confused stares we receive from a few people.

Oh, man, I think when I sit down to eat. What crazy situation did I just jump into from that ledge? These kids can probably kick my freaking butt. Well, I'll fake it 'til you make it. I straighten my back, trying for confident, but abandon the attempt after a few moments, being a little bit sore from that jump earlier.

I hear a few kids at my table gossiping about that girl, Tris, saying she must be weak. Thing is, I've met a lot of people, considering that my brother and I are two different kinds of popular, and, well, were very close. Among that number of people, I've been often surprised by their personalities. Like Sivan, who is bold and funny despite her Abnegation upbringing and germ problem? Tris made it through all the Initiation, so I have faith in her. Besides, clearly everyone failed to look at those biceps, in plain view because of her tank top. I don't blame her for getting a bit freaked by that chasm - I thought I was going to pee in my pants, being that close to a freaking one-way ticket to a gruesome death in the dark.

I try to ignore the slander and look around at who will be joining me, however long I last:

Yaakov- Seems pretty awesome. I want to try befriending him, if his sister doesn't get in the way of that. He seems funny.

Avigayil- Doesn't seem too bad. I'm not sure if she's timid or just doesn't like me. I can read people to a mild degree, since I'm around others so often, and I get the feeling that she didn't want to talk to me when the other Initiates were jumping. I'm not sure, though, since most Candor people would've outright said that they dislike me.

Shmuel- Such a jerk. He used to be in Amity with me, and he rolled his eyes in such a conspicuous way when I'd say 'hey', or even when I walked by.

Ioni- I hate talking about him, as the subject pains me. He was my best friend until we were eleven, and he decided Shmuel was just the coolest thing ever. He ditched me to be Shmuel's enslaved wing-man. He and Shmuel aren't sitting with the majority of the group - probably because I'm with the majority. Good. Let them be isolated for trying to isolate me.

Sivan- She's great! Confident, hilarious, and fearless. A perfect Dauntless. Of course, until someone will try to touch her shoulder...

Ohad- He's really tall, but not the gawky-looking kind. He seems like a cool guy, but he has kept to himself a lot. Maybe he's just a bit awkward.

Shahar- She seems like a fun person. I don't like what she's saying about Tris, though. Oh, well, that'll straighten out soon. I'm sure she's a nice girl.

Margalit- She seems a bit too into contact with her friends, always hugging them and giggling. She seems nice, however, so I'm okay, as long as she doesn't give Sivan a freak attack.

Lele- She's pretty quiet, like she's not quite sure everything and everyone here is safe. She's probably right about the Dauntless Faction being dangerous, if that's really how she's feeling. Smart kids, those Erudite transfers.

I shrug and smile to myself, satisfied overall with both my descriptions for the kids, and the company I'll be joining here. I glance down at my hands, resting on the table, and realize that I haven't even taken a bite of my meal. I gaze hungrily for a moment, realizing that I've hardly eaten all day.

The salad looks pretty awesome, consisting of lettuce, perfect slices of fresh cucumbers and hard-boiled eggs, and shredded cheddar cheese. On the tables sit bottles for squirting several varieties of salad dressing.

I'm not really a fan of pasta, but I don't care because my stomach sure sounds like it's a fan of food. The spaghetti strands lounge on top and beneath each other. I plunge my fork into the edible tangled pandemonium that is a bowl of noodles, and force a bit too much into my face.

Spaghetti half-tumbles out of my mouth, held in by the other ends of the strings. I cover my mouth as much as I can self-consciously, but the mass cannot be concealed by my hands. The kids sitting near me at the table glance over at my predicament and chuckle a bit. I repeatedly attempt, humiliated, to shove the pasta into my mouth, but soon I'm trying to force back a laugh as well. At last, to the soundtrack of a bunch of teenagers giggling, I succeed to swallow my first bite, and I join the noise erupting from our area.

"Are you okay there, Tuvia?" Yaakov snickers, slapping my back gently.

"Bit off more than you can chew, huh?" Lele pipes up, surprising me.

I laugh. "Yeah, got that right." I mean that in more ways than one today.

"Sooo," Sivan draws out the vowel. "What do we do now?"

Ohad shrugs. "I dunno."

Avigayil hurriedly quiets us down by slapping her hand in the middle of our rectangular patch of table. Answering our startled looks, she subtly points at the center of the room, where Tris and Four - quite a name he's got there, I'll admit - are trying to get our attention, Tris on a table, Four on the linoleum beside her. We sit quietly until the last few kids have noticed, and Tris opens her mouth to speak.

"Follow us now, to find where you'll be living," She projects her voice to us. Four takes her by the waist, lifts her off the table, and the two lead us out the door.

We walk a short distance down a hallway, and then the two stop us outside of a single door. Four opens the door, and makes a gesture toward the threshold.

Ohad raises his hand. "Is that for the guys or the girls?"

Tris and Four exchange a look, as though they were hoping to answer this question. "Both," They answer together, holding back grins.

We all glance at each other, murmuring. Are they serious? We're stuck in a co-ed room? That might sound pretty awesome to some people - such as Shmuel - but it's just awkward to me.

As we walk inside, Shmuel, flanked by Ioni, checks me against the wall. "Relax," He sneers. "It's not like anyone's going to look at you while you change."

I smile at him, and then bring my knee up to his stomach. He doubles over for about twenty seconds, which I relish with a sickening joy. Unfortunately, he straightens up again, struggles to wave me off like I didn't hit him, and turns on his heel, followed by Ioni.

Like I said: Such. A. Jerk.

Well, that was fun! Anyway, sorry if this chapter was a bit confusing!