"I'm really sorry," I say looking at the bandage over Brandon's broken nose. "I wasn't trying to hurt you that much."

"It's okay. I hurt you too. Just look at your head," he replies.

"But that's nothing compared to your face. Just look at it. It's a bloody mess."

"I'm fine. But you need to work on your punching. It took way too long for you to finish the match."

"Oh, shut up," I say. "At least I didn't loose to a girl from Amity."

"Hey, you can't say that. I'm from Abnegation, I let you win," he says

"Well of course you did. You let me beat you to stone."

"As a matter or a fact I did. You see, the way I sat there barely doing anything while letting you punch me meant that I was logically letting you win so that you could be top of the ladder," he says in an amazing Erudite accent. We both just sit there and laugh.

"That's amazing," I say trying to hold back my laughter. It's really fun hanging out with someone who gets me.

"So, why did you pick Dauntless if you're still Abnegation perfect?" I ask curiously.

"Because I'm sick of being picked on. I'm sick of being kind, and selfless, and boring, and weak! I don't want to be any of that stuff anymore. What about you, Amity?"

I look at him in sorrow. Then my words come out. "It was an accident. I flinched as I cut my hand and my blood went into the wrong bowl. And I don't know how I'm going to survive this." He gives me a look of sorrow.

"You can do it with me." We both stare deeply into each other's eyes. It feels so good when people understand my situation. Only two other people know my story and one doesn't even care.

"I think that will work. Now come on, we have to go."

We walk to where the rest of the group is and follow them to the knife station. I'm so going to fail at this. I have terrible hand to eye coordination. I will miss the target so much. "Everyone pick up three knives each and get started. You know what to do, and if you don't, well, learn!" shouts Jordan. I'm not going to lie, he scares me.

I pick up three knives and pick a target between Justina and Brandon. I throw my first knife and miss so bad. I look at Justina and she nails it. "How did you do that?" I ask.

"It's easy. I threw knives in Erudite as a study. Most people did boring stuff. I would have studied what happens when you set something on fire but, I wasn't allowed to. They have a stupid 'no burning down houses' rule in Erudite."

"Okay," I reply and throw my second knife. Miss. I shut my eyes and throw my third one...and it misses. I suck at this. What do I do now? Do I get my knife or do I have to wait?

I guess I have to go get it then. I shut my eyes and run as fast as I can to my target. My three knives sit on the floor. I pick them up and one comes flying over to me. I duck and it hits the side of my arm. "Ahhh!" I scream and everyone draws their attention to me. I get up and take the knife from my arm wiping the blood off of it and onto my shirt.

Everyone draws their attention back to the knife throwing. Brandon looks at me. "Oh my god, are you okay?"

"Yeah," I say as a screech of pain comes out from my voice. He nods and nails the target with his knife. Okay this can't be too hard.

I fail many more shots until I finally make one. I did it! I threw the knife and it hit the target! I'm amazing! "Well done," says Brandon. I'm so happy right now.