I didn't expect this. How did Cody get me in a corner like that? Figuratively, that is. I had no argument. Oh well. At least I know the rules closely now. I never fit into Abnegation, therefore I was always a curious girl. So curious that when every transfer was asleep, since they were all new to this lifestyle, I snuck out of the room. I just had to meet the Dauntless born! They were right across from us, and all of them were awake doing… Dauntless stuff. But how would I just meet them? I can't just roll up, all "Hey, I'm a transfer! I just wanted to meet all of you guys! I hope you don't die in the future!". I'll have to run into one of them and make it look like an accident. I creep into the hallway and make my way towards the pit. After all, it's only 8:30. I there's no rule against leaving before curfew, which is 10:00. I look over the rail to the chasm. It would be beautiful if I didn't think about the danger. That's when I hear someone call me.
"Stiff!" It was more of a cheerful shout, not a taunting shout. I turn around and see a group of Dauntless-born. I don't know their names, but one of them, a boy, is my size with Caucasian skin and dark brown hair and eyes. He's wearing a black tee-shirt and black jeans, along with black and blue Nikeys. He also has a black eye to match his outfit. Behind him are two other boys, both of them with dark brown skin and near-black eyes. They both have short black hair, but one of them is a little taller and has a bit more weight than the other. After I'm done examining them, I realize this can't end well. 3 Dauntless-born versus 1 Abnegation-transfer. Unless they come in peace.
"May I help you?" I ask, trying to look as confident as I can.
"Just wondering how your first day of training went. I never had a chance to ask my sister."
"Sister?"
"Yeah, you're trainer! Marlene!"
"Oh, right. Um, it went OK."
"You nervous?"
"Honestly, a little, yes."
"Why?"
"Well, uh…"
"Oh! No, don't worry. I guess the 3 of us do look like a gang that's about to beat you up. Guys, spread out? Seriously, that's a bit scary the way our formation is. By the way, my name is Ygor." He sticks his hand out expectantly. What is he doing? "Shake it. It's a handshake. A form of greeting."
"Oh." I stick my hand out and let him do the rest. He grabs my hand and shakes it up and down, grinning.
"This is DreySean and Daniel." I receive a 'sup' from both of them. Then Ygor bursts into laughter. "Seriously, you don't have to be nervous. This black eye? It was because of training today. I'm not a bad guy. The bad guy is that douchebag, Alex. So, what's your name?"
"Alesandra." I start to get a bit more comfortable. They don't seem like bad guys. They don't have those ugly piercings, just a couple of small tattoos.
"We were just about to get tattoos, wanna come with?" Tattoos? Are they serious? I'm not even Dauntless yet! What if I fail initiation? It would just be a stain on my skin to remind me of my failure.
"Sure, why not." The things I do for reputation. I follow them to the tattoo parlor and see the woman that did my simulation. She grins when she sees me and asks which one of us is going to go first. The guys all stare at me expectantly. "I haven't decided what to get. You guys go ahead." They do as such, and DreySean goes first and gets a tattoo of the Spiderman logo on his forearm. Then Daniel goes and gets a Superman logo in the same place. "Let me guess. Ironman?" I ask Ygor.
"Nah, too mainstream. I'm gonna go with 4 of the faction symbols. Erudite and Abnegation on my right forearm, Dauntless and Candor on my left."
"Why not Amity?"
"I don't like bread." He says jokingly, and he gets a small laugh out of me. Now it's my turn. I ponder over what I should get. I finally decide to get a butterfly on my left ankle, representing freedom. The freedom I wanted to have when I left Abnegation. "Sweet. Later!" They all leave, marveling at their new tats. I slowly return to my room, staring at my tattoo with each step. Once I get into my room, some are already awake and 1 notices my tattoo. That 1 is Cody.
"Nice tat." He says.
"Oh, please." He forms a confused face.
"What? It was a compliment."
"You're making fun of me!"
"Why would I do that?"
"You don't like me!"
"Would would you think that?"
"You made me look bad in front of everyone!"
"I was simply defending my rights of winning. I have nothing against you."
"But… Oh, forget it. I won't win in a debate against you anyways. Thanks for the compliment."
"What does it represent? The tattoo, I mean."
"Freedom."
"Ha. That's ironic."
"Why? 'Cause I was Abnegation?"
"No. Think about it. The world we live in."
"What about it? I think it's a pretty OK system."
"Ales, we're trapped by a fence. Nobody except the government knows what's outside that fence. We're forced to choose what type of person we want to be when we're only 16. Where's the freedom in that? Shouldn't we be selfless, brave, honest, peaceful, AND intelligent? Where's the freedom in that? You're forced to decide to leave your family or stay with them. What freedom?" He starts to get into a rant and starts looking annoyed. Not annoyed at me, just annoyed at the world. "Where's the freedom!? We can't even wear our own colored clothing! My favorite color is green, not blue or black! Or red, or gray, or yellow, or white! What freedom, Alesandra? Tell me; what freedom?"
"Cody… I… I never thought about it that way." I was truly shocked. He was actually right. We didn't have much freedom. He sighs.
"Sorry. I'm not really supposed to rant about that. Good thing no officials were around." He caught the eye of 2 other transfers in our room, I think their names are Jenny and Michael.
"Um, it's fine." I leave and pass Room 2, where everyone besides Leticia and Amy are sleeping. Amy is acting all snobbish towards Leticia, and I instantly sense that both of them have gained new enemies.
"Leticia, you can't just do that! There's a signified way to brush your hair!" Amy rants.
"Ugh! I don't care how I brush my hair!"
"Well, you better start caring! Come with me!" Amy drags Leticia out of their room and over to the Pit. Actually, they might get along. Might. I follow them to the Pit and see Ygor with a different crowd. Wait, what? He's with Seth. My brother. He's a little taller than me and has an oval shaped head and short black hair. Seth seems to be confronting Ygor about something. I speed walk over there to examine the problem.
"I just don't think –" Seth starts, until he sees me. "What are you doing out of bed?" I roll my eyes and respond.
"It's only like 9:15, Seth. What are you talking about with Ygor?" Ygor answers for me.
"He just wanted to know how different training is for Dauntless-born. Then he thought it was unfair to transfers."
"Oh, OK. Well, I'm gonna hit the sack." Ygor starts bursting into laughter. "What's so funny?"
"Have.. have… have fun hit… hitting the SACK!" He says between fits of laughter.
"I still don't get it."
"Who's sack are you gonna hit?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Aw, geez. How do I explain this to you?" One VERY awkward conversation later, I decide to just leave and go to sleep. As I leave, I do giggle a little at what I had said earlier.