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AND YES I KNOW THAT IT TAKES 9 MONTHS TO HAVE A BABY, CALEB WAS BORN A MONTH EARLY

*Edited version 6/29/14*

Chapter IV. Choosing Ceremony

BEATRICE

Name by name is called, soon Caleb is called. He stands up, looking nervous. He walks over to the stage, grabs the knife, and drops his blood into… Erudite water.

"ERUDITE!" Max yells.

Gasps and murmurs come from the Abnegation, as my father cries and my mother smiles. They'll be left with no kids. That thought makes my heart drop.

The Erudite cheer, and it doesn't help that we and the Erudite are sworn enemies, and that they'll probably write a gossip article on Caleb and I transferring, as they did with Tobias transferring.

Erudite questioned our teachings and wrote a lie about Marcus abusing Tobias. He lost his wife, and his son, but I think those articles are true. Marcus's mask is good, but inside, he's evil.

"Beatrice Prior."

I gulp. I make my way up the front. I see Max in the peripheral vision of my eye, smirking, thinking that I am just a weak, fragile Stiff.

Think twice.

I grab the knife from Marcus unhesitant and cut my hand. I hold my hand between the Abnegation stones and Dauntless lit coal. Blood, or Faction?

I stare at Dauntless.

No, Faction before Blood.

I thrust my hand over the lit coals, letting my blood drop on them, making a sizzling sound. I look at Max and Marcus. They seem genuinely surprised of my choice.

Max yells after his short state of shock, and yells, "Dauntless!"

The Dauntless cheer and whistle as I make my way over to them. The boys sitting in front stare and wolf whistle at the same time. They then look at each other and fight about who will offer me a seat. I laugh and sit on the floor.

I gulp. I just realize my parents, both lost both children. I throw a look at them. My father is furious, and looks like he is whispering profanities. My mother is smiling. I look at Caleb, he also smiles.

I wink at Caleb and blow him a kiss; the surrounding Dauntless laugh and catcall.

I follow the Dauntless, running and storming up the stairs. I decide to stick with the Dauntless born, as I have as much experience with training as they do. I break out into a run, hollering, and before I know it, the others are way behind me. They catcall and scream as I climb the train track beams quickly.

Sooner or later, most of the initiates are waiting for the train. I sit on the edge of the tracks, dangling my feet off the side of this three-hundred foot tall structure, and the other transfers look at me as if I'm crazy.

I scan the crowd, I notice Peter, and his trio are here. I smirk.

I have a chance to beat that bastard up. Bastard is too small a word for him. He's a freaking Pansycake bitch who deserves to f-. The loud blaring horn of the train breaks my murderous thoughts. I stand up, and go next to a Candor. She looks nervous. She is tall and dark-skinned with black hair, pretty.

"Hey, just follow me." I smile.

She smiles back. She might be quite skeptical of trusting a Stiff to do Dauntless work, but hey, I'm awesome. I run, and gracefully jump into the train. I put my arm out, to help up the Candor. Once she's in, she thanks me, and I nod. The others are out of breath, whereas I am breathing normally.

A wolf whistle attracts my attention. I turn around, seeing a dark skinned handsome boy in black clothing. He looks familiar. "Wow! With that style, you could just be a Dauntless-born!" He says, smirking.

I smirk back, "Well, I could be better than you." I say playfully.

The train car goes up on "BURN!" and "OHH!"

"I'm Uriah."

"Tris." I say, shaking his hand. I already picked out my new name.

"You look familiar. Do I know you from somewhere, I mean, I should be able to remember someone as pretty as you." I blush, even though I am used to this comment.

"Yeah. Remember this?" I go up to him and flirt with him, and I lean in to kiss him, and being a boy, he instinctively leans in too, but I swivel around and grab his knife from his pocket. His eyes are wide.

"YOU'RE HER!?" I nod, smirking.

I just notice that everyone is watching us, the boys glaring at Uriah with, what I'm guessing, jealousy. Even Peter is.

"What'd she do?" The Candor girl from earlier asks.

"I flirted with him, kissed him, and stole his knife. I never got your name. I'm Tris." I shake her hand.

"Christina."

"Well Chris, looks like we're going to be good friends." I smile, and she smiles back. "What… why did you take my knife?" Uriah asks.

Crap. I can't tell anyone I've been secretly training. I need an excuse. "Uh… it was a dare."

"A dare? I thought Stiffs don't play Candor or Dauntless." Christina asks.

"Well, we were being rebellious." I smile.

"Oh yeah, here you go." I turn back to Uriah and give him his knife back. Christina and I just start cracking up. This is my new life.

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