"Why is this so hard?" I muttered to myself. I was sitting in the library, curled up in one of the comfortable chairs reading a book about car motors – or rather, trying really hard to understand it. Ever since I'd come to Erudite I'd been struggling to keep up with the high standards here. Most people judged me because I came from Dauntless, thinking I was some reckless troublemaker, while really I had longed to transfer for years. Dauntless just wasn't for me – or maybe I wasn't cut out for Dauntless. Don't get me wrong, I had fun there jumping off trains, laughing too loud and talking all day to my friends, and I did miss my family, but I just couldn't see myself being a daredevil for the rest of my life. I'd always been a bit different, stashing books under my mattress, staying up late to read more and more about everything Dauntless didn't care about. It really hadn't been hard to decide that Erudite was the more appropriate place for me. I loved it here, with books everywhere and no one judging me for reading, I hadn't expected the prejudice though. I thought they were supposed to be clever, and judging people because of where they came from didn't seem all that wise to me. So I tried to be the most Erudite of all, burying my nose in all sorts of books, mostly difficult ones, so maybe they'd start seeing me as one of them instead of a loud noisy Dauntless. I hardly ever spoke to anyone, trying to be low-profile, so I hadn't made any friends yet. There was one boy that I really wanted to talk to, but somehow I couldn't muster up the courage. With a sigh I snapped the book shut. This was never going to make any sense to me. I got up and put the book back on the shelves. After some searching I found a novel, quite rare here actually, and went back to my chair only to find that someone else had taken it. "Excuse me?" I said confidently. "That actually was my seat." Maybe I couldn't dress Dauntless or jump off buildings, but I could still speak my mind whenever I wanted. The boy turned around in surprise, probably because Erudite hardly ever did futile things like argue over a chair, and when he faced me I saw this was the very same boy I had wanted to talk to for weeks now. Instead of getting up, he smiled at me. "Hey, you're that Dauntless transfer, right?" he said, and I sighed. "Yes, that's me, Kaitlyn the rowdy rebel." God, I was getting so sick of this. I decided to sit down on the table, seeing as he made no effort at getting up. "My sister transferred there," he said, and I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "Why? Wasn't she all intelligent and stuff?" From what I'd sensed here the Erudite didn't really think much of the Dauntless, so I couldn't imagine a transfer. "She was," he said, "but she never was very selfless." That puzzled me for a moment, until I realized they were actually both from Abnegation. "You mean you transferred too?" I asked in surprise. Thinking back to the Ceremony I couldn't recall much, but you'd have thought that an Abnegation to Dauntless transfer would have stood out in my mind. He nodded his head, and I couldn't help but notice he was insanely good-looking. "So what brought you here, rowdy rebel girl?" he said teasingly. "Tired of breaking bones?" For an Abnegation he had changed pretty quickly if he was making jokes like this– but then again, so had I. "Yeah, that and I heard this place had some really good beverages." He laughed at this and I couldn't suppress a giggle of my own. "You have a cute laugh," he said, making me blush a little. All those weeks I'd thought about what to say, and now here he was, laughing at my jokes, complimenting me. In the weeks after, as we slowly became closer and closer, I realized that being Dauntless was always a bad thing. Sometimes, a bit of bravery could get you a long way.