I DO NOT own any of the Divergent books, any of the characters from the books, or anything else that is from the series! Later in this chapter, I picture Tracy dancing as Jeanine Mason to the song called Let the Drummer Kick. Thank you so much for all of your reviews, favorites, and follows! It made me so happy! I use a couple scenes from the book in here, basically word by word. Let me know if you like it! Please read, review, follow, and enjoy!

Tris' POV

I'm in a plain room with about fifteen beds. They each have a black blanket spread over it, and I find myself sitting on one. I face a girl that has short dark hair, bronze skin, and a black outfit on just like my own. Christina.

"Can you be a girl for a few seconds?"

"I'm always a girl." I frown.

"You know what I mean. Like a silly, annoying girl."

I twirl my hair around my finger. "'Kay."

She grins so wide I can see her back row of teeth. "Will kissed me."

Everything goes black, then another image pops up. I'm in a different kind of room, with tons of people inside. Someone is standing next to me, a man to be exact. It's my father.

"So," my father says quietly "Where is your mother?"

I look down. I don't want to deliver this news. I don't want to have this news to begin with.

"She's gone," I say. "She saved me."

I wake up, still in my towel. My hair is stuck to my face. What am I going to do?

As soon as the music started, my body fell into rhythm. My little black top and short clung to my body, making it easier for me to move fast. I loved the way I felt when the music took control.

When the short song came to an end, I heard clapping. My eyes directed their way upwards and found a face. Christina.

"You're a really good dancer," she said as she walked towards me.

"Thanks, but why are you really here?" She sighed, knowing that I didn't want to put up with any crap at the moment. "What happened? Four is locked in his room and he won't come out. I assumed you knew what was wrong?" She looks really worried, and I start to feel bad.

"I..um…I kicked him out," she gasps. "What? Why?" I sit next to her on the edge of the stage, looking at the floor. I swing my legs gently, trying to take my mind off of this. "I just had a thought in my head and freaked out. I needed alone time and I pushed him out. I handled it the wrong way, but I was so alarmed." It feels good to get it off my chest. I just now notice that it is really easy to talk to Christina.

"Well, I think you need to tell someone else that, and by someone else.."

"By someone else, you mean Four," she smiles and nods toward the exit. I get up and dreadfully, walk to the door. Well, here goes nothing.