A/N: "If you are living life without giving a "f", you are only living a li{}e" Toonick. Okay, so I'm going to be really busy this weekend: two projects to do, a soccer game, my best friend's little sister's birthday party (I have to dress up like a princess and be part of the entertainment, along with my friend. It'll be fun though.) So, not by choice, I kind of have to abandon you for the weekend. Unless I miraculously find time.(Don't get your hopes up.) So, anyway, I am going to write a really short chapter before I crack down and get to business. Also, I want to thank you, yes you, for reading my story. I am up to almost 3,000 readers! I also need to give a special shout out to everyone who has commented, favorited, or followed me. I get so excited when I see a person do one of the latter. Literally jumping up and down. I know, ridiculous, but everyone has their things. But anyway, thanks for supporting me. So, enough rambling, let's get on to the really short chapter, yes?

Tris POV

I walk down the dank hallway, and I breath in the smell of must. I don't know why, but I have always love the smell of really old things. now that I think of it, new books kind of smell like what I am smelling. Why am I smelling new books? The Dauntless don't really read, because that's for the Erudite and we could be doing something dangerous instead. I see that another woman stands in the hallway, breathing in and out with a confused look on her face, like she is thinking just what I am. She is tall, and has long legs, and short, red hair. I approach her.

"Do you know what that smell is?"

"No, do you? I've been smelling it for days. Haven't you?"

"No, mostly because I haven't been here the last few days." Then, seeing the confusion on her face I add,"I'm the new leader. Tris." I say, extending my hand. She has a strong grip, one that I try to match. Her clouded expression clears, and she says,

"Pleasure. I'm Imara. An assistant. I'll actually probably be yours, since I don't have anybody as of now."

"Oh. Great! It was great to meet you,Imara, but I have to run because I have a meeting to go to." Her expression goes slightly harder and she looks me straight in the eye.

"Good luck." And before I can ask her why I would need it, or anything else I am dying to ask, she turns and quickly walks away. What was that all about? I ponder as I walk down the hall to the place where I apparently need good luck. Dread forms a pit in my stomach as I swing open the door...

A/N: Again, so sorry for the short chapter and cliffhanger, but I wanted to update, and now I have to do my project. Actually, my mom is calling me for dinner. Bye!