OKAY, SERIOUSLY, I NEED TO GO TO SLEEP EARLIER! BUT I DON'T LIKE SLEEPING! BUT I NEED TO SLEEP! AHHHHH INNER TURMOIL! OKAY UM... I CHOOSE *DRUM ROLL* NOT SLEEPING!

PETERS POV

I waited by the tracks with the other initiates for the train to come. I saw that Christina and Tris weren't here yet.

"Ugh, remember when we went to Amity when we were five?" asked Molly. "Everyone was so happy and annoying."

I would never admit it but I sort of liked Amity. Everything was so calm and peaceful. But the people there were kind of creepy. Like they were high on something.

Christina and Tris came to the train platform just as the train came. I pulled myself onto the train with little difficulty. I saw Al pull a sore looking Tris onto the train.

"Feeling okay there?" I said, giving Tris a look of mock sympathy. "Or are you a little…Stiff?"

I burst into laughter because that joke was so bad. Molly and Drew seemed like they were enjoying the annoyed look on Tris' face.

"We are all awed by your incredible wit," said Will.

"Yeah, are you sure you don't belong with the Erudite, Peter?" Christina added. "I hear they don't object to sissies."

I'm almost tempted to laugh at that, but I didn't.

"Am I going to have to listen to your bickering all the way to the fence?" said an annoyed looking Four. All of us shut up.

I noticed Isobel and some other Dauntless members snickering at all of us in the corner. I shot Isobel a glare, but that just made her laugh harder.

We got to Amity and jumped off the train. I saw fields of corn and apple orchards. There were Dauntless guards walking around with huge guns.

"Follow me," said Four. "If you don't rank in the top five at the end of initiation, you will probably end u p here," said Four as he reached the gate. "Once you are a fence guard, there is some potential for advancement, but not much. You may be able to go on patrols beyond Amity's farms, but—"

"Patrols for what purpose?" asked Will.

Four shrugged. "I suppose you'll discover that if you find yourself among them. As I was saying. For the most part, those who guard the fence when they are young continue to guard the fence. If it comforts you, some of them insist that it isn't as bad as it seems."

"What rank were you?" I ask Four. I don't expect Four to answer, but he looked levelly at me and said, "I was first."

Why would Four want to work with computers when he could have done something o much more interesting? "And you chose to do this? Why didn't you get a government job?" I asked.

"I didn't want one," Four said flatly.

I remembered learning about faction jobs in school. The Dauntless had limited options. We could guard the fence or work for the security of our city. We could work in the Dauntless compound, drawing tattoos or making weapons or even fighting each other for entertainment. Or we could work for the Dauntless leaders. I had no idea what I would do, but I certainly wasn't going to fight anyone for entertainment of all things.

I look over at Isobel. She's talking excitedly to an Amity girl.

Her sister. I remembered, Cassia was her name. The strange thing is that Cassia and Isobel look nothing alike. Cassia has dark red hair, green eyes and freckles, but Isobel was blonde and had aqua eyes and no freckles. I couldn't tell that they were siblings. Much less twins.

Fraternal twins. I remembered reading about it.

Stop thinking like an Erudite! You're Dauntless, not Erudite! I thought to myself. I needed to train myself to hide my Erudite side from people. I couldn't let them know that I was divergent.

I looked over at the Amity trucks full of food. I saw Molly talking to Tris and an Amity boy. She was probably mocking them.

A few minutes later the Amity trucks left and the gates were closed. I noticed something strange, the lock was on the outside of the gate, not the inside. Like instead of keeping things out, we were being kept in. I considered talking to Molly or Drew about it, but they wouldn't care. I walked over to Isobel.

"Hey, did you notice that the gate is locked from the outside?" I asked her. Isobel looked over at the gate and frowned.

"Yeah... why is it like that?" she asked, then turned to me. "Peter, do you think that there are other people outside of this fence? People who want to keep us inside the fence?" she asked me, her voice was barely a whisper.

I shook my head, not wanting to believe anything like that. It was too crazy. But in the corner of of my mind I almost believed what Isobel had said.

HUGE ALLEGIANT SPOILER AHEAD!

I ACTUALLY GUESSED THAT THE FACTIONS WERE JUST AN EXPERIMENT IN WHEN TRIS MENTIONED THAT THE LOCK WAS ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE GATE! I WAS LIKE 'WHERE IS THE REST OF AMERICA? THERE'S ONLY CHICAGO! SOMETHING WEIRD IS GOING ON...'

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