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Beatrice didn't land right when we jumped. At least she wasn't like Rita's sister, thank God. But Beatrice did land on her elbow. It looks like it would've hurt, too. She pulls up her sleeve to examine the wound, the skins peeling off but there's no blood.

"Ooh. Scandalous! A Stiff's flashing some skin!" comments Peter. "Stiff" is what the other factions use to call ones of the Abnegation. There's only one Abnegation here, and that's Beatrice. Peter points at her and I hear others laugh, like she's some clown or something. I press my lips together tightly as Beatrice lets her sleeve fall.

"Listen up! My name is Max! I am one of the leaders of your new faction!" shouts a man who is also on the roof. He is kinda old, with wrinkles on his dark-skinned head. Max stand on the roof like someone's sister didn't just fall to her death. Does nobody care about death here? Is it just part of pride? Do you lose your pride if people mourn you?

"Several stories below us is the member's entrance to our compound. If you can't muster the will to jump off, you don't belong here. Our initiates have the privilege of going first."

My eyes go wide. Jump off? I don't know why this surprises me. But it surprises some big-lipped Erudite girl. "You want us to jump off a ledge?"

"Yes."

"Is there water at the bottom or something?"

"Who knows?"

Geez, why didn't this girl go to Candor? Nobody looks like they're going to jump, it looks like nobody will after a minute, until somebody in grey clothing walks toward the ledge.

There's only one person who wears grey clothing here. It's Beatrice. Okay, I don't think anybody saw that coming. Who would've thought, off all people, a Stiff would jump first? Well, she hasn't yet. What if she ends out like Rita's sister? To my surprise, she whips off her jacket and throws it at Peter. As hard as she can. I smile, congrats to her for sticking one at him- he's a jerk.

Some people make catcalls, like she was feisty or something.

The shirt Beatrice is currently is tight, tighter than any other piece of Abnegation clothing I've ever seen. But she's not Abnegation anymore- if she does this jump, she'll be Dauntless.

Beatrice jumps.

My stomach lurches, I can't believe it! The Stiff jumped first! I get one last look at her before she disappears into the gaping black hole. There's no water. You can see that, there was no splash sound and splash movement of any kind. My guess is there is a net. I think. That's it. If the Stiff can jump first, I can certainly attempt to go second. I step towards the ledge.

"It's not like she can do it better than us, or before us for that matter," Molly's nasally voice says. Peter, Drew and Molly all come toward me. They wanna prove they're brave. Well, no jerk is allowed to be braver than me. None.

I jump.

I scream so loud and long that time doesn't make it's mark in my mind. The jump is amazing. I land in the net and see Beatrice. She's smiling as wide as I am. Good. They ask my name and I reply with my actual name, I don't think I need to change it. Good. But Beatrice, or should I say Tris, changed hers. It suits her.

I am Dauntless, now. Tris is Dauntless, now. We've left behind our factions and chosen another. And I love it more by the minute.

When all of the initiates have jumped, thank God nobody died, we are led down a tunnel by two people- a boy who could only be about eighteen and another young-ish girl, probably about eighteen too.

"This is where we divide," the girl, Lauren, says. "The Dauntless- born initiates are with me. I assume you don't need a tour of the place."

The Dauntless-borns follow Lauren and we are left with the, let me say incredibly good-looking but extremely scary, boy. Most of the transfers are Candor and Erudite. There's only nine transfers in all. There was eleven. Two are factionless. But the only person missing a life is Rita's sister, Dauntless-born.

"Most of the time I work in the control room, but for the next few weeks, I am your instructor." the boy says. "My name is Four."

And in this moment, I cannot keep my Candor-mouth shut. "Four? Like the number?"

"Yes, is there a problem?"

"No."

"Good. We're about to go into the Pit, which you will someday learn to love. It-"

Then my Candor-mouth returns. "The Pit? Clever name."

Oh no. I've done it this time.

And Four knows this too. He walks up to me, told you he was scary, narrows his eyes and asks "What's your name?"

"Christina " I manage to squeak.

"Well, Christina, if I wanted to put up with Candor smart-mouths, I would have joined their faction. The first lesson you will learn from me is to keep your mouth shut. Got that?"

I nod. Geez, I thought only Candor got angry that easily, I guess not. Everyone moves forward, but I drop back and wait for Tris.

"What a jerk," I mumble. "I guess he doesn't like to be laughed at," Tris replies. We'd better be careful around him, because he doesn't seem all that, I don't know, nice? We walk into what Four called "the Pit."

"Oh, I get it." I whisper. Pit is a great word to describe it. It really is. It's like a huge underground hole. A cave, even. It's amazing. There are paths and steps carved into the rock, but no railings. People could easily fall off. I could push Peter off there, actually that doesn't sound half bad. I just might.

The roof of the Pit is glass. All glass. Letting in bits of light in this darkness. Beautiful. It actually is. Everyone. Dressed in black. Pierced and tattooed. All young. It hits me. All young. No old Dauntless. Where do they go. All are under the age of about fifty-five. And then... What? Do they move somewhere or something? Do they get... Killed? Be made factionless? God. This place is messed up. But yet, there is something wonderful in it, something beautiful among this chaos. Something that I will learn to love. Something I think I already love. Dauntless. Not Candor. Dauntless.

"If you follow me, I'll show you the chasm."

As if we have a choice. I can't see any piercings, tattoos on Four. I'm thinking that it's really odd, when he turns around and ink covers basically seventy-five percent of his neck, and most likely much of his back. I can see the chasm. It's incredible. But scary. Yet, beautiful. I don't know how.

"The chasm reminds us that there is a fine line between bravery and idiocy! A daredevil jump off this ledge will end your life. It has happened before and it will happen again. You've been warned." Four shouts over the loud noise of the water crashing against the rocks.

"This is incredible." I say to Tris. "Incredible is the word," she replies, nodding.

We got to get food, I love food so much, and am relieved to find we are having hamburgers. Good. We used to have these at home. A little but of home to hold on to, even if it's food. Tris and I sit at a relatively empty table, Tris sits next to Four and I. Tris pinches it between her fingers, like she's never seen one before. She's never seen one before. Mom always told me Abnegation were strict, but hamburgers? Really?

Four nudges Tris, "It's beef. Put this on it," he passes her some tomato sauce.

"You've never had a hamburger before?" I ask, eyes wide.

"No, is that what it's called?"

I slap my hand against my forehead. It's not her fault really, it's the Abnegation and their ways, I suppose.

"Stiffs eat plain food," Four explains to me.

"Why?"

"Extravagance is considered self-indulgent and unnecessary," Tris shrugs.

"No wonder you left."

"Yeah, it because of the food"

Did the Stiff just make a joke? Wow. She jumped first and cracked a joke. She really wasn't cut out for Abnegation, but there is still a bit of selflessness in her, though. I wonder how her parents are, I remember how both of the Prior kids left.

Rose. My sister. I hope she doesn't swap. But, that's what she was thinking about for me, wasn't it? God. I don't know how my mom must feel. Betrayal? Hurt? Pride? I don't know. I don't know. All I know is I made the right choice.

Yes, I think it's the right choice, I just hope I make more good choices.

Some creepy dude, about Four's age, with a countless amount of piercings starts towards our table.

"Who's that?" I hiss.

"His name is Eric, he's a Dauntless leader," Four replies.

"Seriously? But he's so young."

"Age doesn't matter here."

Well, I can kinda tell now. I open up my mouth to ask what actually does matter, when Eric stops. At out table. He looks like a prized potato head.

All of a sudden Eric drops into the seat next to Four. He doesn't greet us. Should we greet him? No. Not him.

"Well, aren't you going to introduce me?" Eric says, nodding to Tris and I.

"This is Tris and Christina."

"Ooh, a Stiff, we'll see how long you last."

What a bozo. There's something about this Eric guy. I hate him. I've never spoken to him, but I don't need to speak to someone to know I don't like them.

His knuckles are scabbed- he must punch thing a lot.

Or people.

"What have you been doing lately, Four,?"

"Nothing, really,"

"Max tells me he keeps trying to meet with you, and you don't show up. He requested that I find out what's going on with you."

"Tell him that I am satisfied with the position I already hold."

"So he wants to give you a job." I think Eric sees Four as a threat. Does he? That'd be scary for someone who holds so much power.

"So it would seem." Four says.

"And you aren't interested?" Eric has a glint in his eye. That's not a good sign.

"I haven't been interested for two years."

"Well, let's hope he gets the point." He claps Four on the shoulder, more like slap- it was too hard for a clap.

"Are you two... friends?" Tris asks.

"We were in the same initiate class, he transferred from Erudite."

"Were you a transfer too?"

"I thought I would only have trouble with the Candor asking too many questions. Now I've got Stiffs too?"

Well that feels like a slap in the face.

"It must be because you're so approachable, you know, like a bed of nails."

Tris! What are you doing?

"Careful, Tris." Four turns and walks away.

Tris would've been cut out for Candor. I take a bite of my hamburger and put it back down. I raise both eyebrows at my new friend Tris and grin.

"What?" Tris asks.

"I'm developing a theory."

"And it is?"

I pick up my hamburger again and, before taking another bite, say "That you have a death wish."

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-Lucia