Thanks to all who are reading this and staying with me!

Placing the dish on a random table, I start toward the hallway I saw the person to into. I quietly walk around the corner, creeping into the darkness of the hallway. I feel a arm wrap around my waist. Rolling my eyes, I grab the person's wrist, flipping them over my shoulder.

I hear a small grunt and a laugh. "Wow, Abby, I thought it looked painful when you did that to Eric. Feeling it, oh yeah, it hurts."

Gasping, I help my friend stand. "Four! If you don't stop scaring me, I'm going to end up taking your head off!"

Four laughs, pulling me into a hug. "Sorry about that. Is there somewhere we can talk?"

I nod my head in the crook of his neck, leading him down the hallway. Outside, the field opens up. Wide space waiting to be used. We walk farther into the field, I feel a chill when his hand slips over my lower back. His hand hovers on my back, stopping me in my tracks.

I swallow over the lump forming in my throat. "Wh-what did you want to talk about?"

He chuckles, dropping his hand. "About how wicked strong you are. Also," he becomes serious, "about how Max, Eric, and I think even Zeke are taking your 'death'. Everyone's taking it pretty hard."

I turn to him, my eyes at his lips. "What do you mean? I figured they would be upset but Zeke?"

Four's lips curl into a small smile. "Yeah, he really liked spending time with you. Max and Eric, on the other hand, I've never seen them so mad and upset. Max put on a poker face and Eric thought I was lying. But now, he believes it."

I lean my head onto his shoulder. Sighing, he rubs the top of my hair with his hand. "I didn't mean to hurt them but I know that Max and Eric are somehow connected to Amar's death. Four, what do I do?"

Four pulls me into a hug. His strong arms protecting me from everything. "I don't know. I have a friend in the factionless. Is it okay if I use him to bring messages back and forth for us?"

I stare up at his face. His kissable lips so close to mine. I look up his blue eyes, his lips coming closer to mine. Closer, closer, and closer until they're locked. We hold each other tightly. I wrap my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair. It dawns on me that this is Four. This is the guy who allowed me to stay with him while I was drunk. This isn't Max, who has liked me since day one.

Gently, I push him away. "I'm sorry, Four. I love you as a friend and you will always be the one I turn to, but please, I don't want to be even more confused than I already am."

He clears his throat. "Of course. I'm sorry, really. I- uh- I should go. I'll send a guy with the first message a few days from now."

"Okay, bye Four." I whisper.

"Bye, Abby." Four whispers. Before he leaves, he hugs me, placing a light kiss on my head.

He starts running through the field. I watch him as he runs away. I turn back to the compound and begin walking to the house that I'm sharing with Lilly and her parents.

"Okay, it's simple. I'll show you how to pick the grain and the corn. You, and the team that you are on, are expected to have a certain number of baskets picked each day. That is, if they're ready to be picked." Jeff explains we walk through the field.

I nod, absent mindedly. I have to tell Joanna why I didn't meet her after breakfast. I realize Jeff is still explaining everything about the fields.

"Half of the team will work in the fields, in the morning." Jeff states. "The other half will be in the stables or will be with the trucks. Which would you rather do?"

I can't risk being seen with the trucks. "Stables." I say firmly.

Jeff laughs. "Alright. You can start this afternoon. Lilly always go to the stables after school. You can take her home."

I nod, "Sounds like a plan. When can I begin in the fields?"

Jeff stretches out his arm. "Now would be great. Come on, lets go."

After hours of working in the fields, I have come to the conclusion that I should stay here for a little while longer. Not only did I have time to think, I've had time to come up with what I'm going to tell Joanna. It's simple: I'm going to tell her the truth, from start to finish.

I walk into her office. "Hi, Joanna. I'm sorry about this morning."

Joanna smiles, gesturing to the chair. "You're fine. I understand that you are on your lunch break. Would you like anything?" She slides a bowl of fruit towards me, as my stomach growls with hunger. I nod, with appreciation, picking up a banana and an orange. I begin to peal and eat my orange as she continues, "I hope you are enjoying your time at Amity. Although, I was not too pleased with you skipping our morning meeting." Distaste crawls across her face. "However, I thank you for meeting me now. Will you please tell me your issues with your old faction? Everything, please."

I finish off the orange. Taking in a deep breath, I begin my story. I tell her of how I went to Dauntless to escape my crazy ex, Eric, and family. I tell her about my fear simulation and training with Amar. The horrors of the incident with Eric and the lovely parts about Dare flow from my mouth. I get to the part about Amar dying when my voice breaks. Heat pricks at the back of my eye, making my vision blur. Swallowing over the lump of emotion that has formed inside my throat, I continue telling her of Amar's death and my details of finding out what Max was hiding. It dawns on me, while saying this, that I finally figured out why Eric went to Dauntless: to find any and all Divergent.

Joanna stares at me, with interest. I can tell that she is clinging to every word. Her brown eyes, looking over my once frail form. I stop my explanation by looking down at my shoes.

"I would have never known. This Amar must have been pretty special for you to have been so torn up about his death." Joanna's voice is soft, understanding.

I hold up my left hand, showing her the ring. "Yeah, he was. I just wish he was here now."

Joanna comes around the table, a kind smile on her face. "You have such a lovely ring. He cared for you a lot, I'm sure."

"Thank you, Joanna." I stand up, placing the banana back in it's bowl. "Please excuse me. I want to look around the barn for a bit before my next shift."

Joanna nods, slightly stretching out her arms. I agree to a small hug before thanking her and slipping out to the barn. I walk around the barn, laughing when I see a pig smiling as he slumbers. I continue to marvel at the horses and chickens that I had read about in books, as a child. Finally, I see a room above the hay loft where I could easily have enough room for some time alone.

I climb up the ladder, that is conveniently at the side of the barn, climbing into the small room. Hay, is all I see. Just bails of hay, in this small room. A mischievous smile appears on my face as I begin to push bail of hay away from the middle of the floor. This room would be perfect for exercises and disappearing. Dropping to the ground, I decide to test my unused strength. I surprise myself when I find that I can still do my regular number of pushups. I turn onto my back, testing my side, I try a sit-up. I have some tightness in my side, but its manageable. I stand up, brushing myself off. I will have to write to Four, asking him to get me some Dauntless gear brought to my little hiding place. I wonder if I can get a target set up here.

Well, it seems like Abby is adjustuing well to Amity life. Although she still isn't letting go of her newly grown roots. Please R&R!