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Chapter 4 (Snow's POV)

"So, Six looked ready to punch her in the face! But then, all she did, surprisingly, was say, 'You know, Hestia, I don't think Four's girlfriend would like you very much.' Oh, I just know it! I just know they're a couple!" Alyssa squealed, a little too Amity-like.

"Calm yourself, girl," Tesa replied, still munching on her veggie burger, "I think that Six is just, like, really close friends with Four's girlfriend. No offense to Six or anything, but I doubt that due to their um... height difference and you know, all the other differences they have, that they'd possibly be a couple."

Frowning, I said, "Tesa, you don't even know them yet! Just because their height difference is quite large doesn't mean that they're not together. Besides, I'm short too!"

Alyssa added on, "Yea, just because you hate everyone doesn't mean you should be so negative."

Amity showing through, once again... I think quietly.

"Anyway, who do you think is going to be ranked first at the end of initiation?" I asked, trying to break the awkward pause.

"I think I have a pretty good chance of getting ranked first," Hestia boasted, apparently appearing out of nowhere.

"Pigs have a better chance than you," Tesa glared.

"Yea, hitting on your instructor on the first day of initiation? You must be pretty desperate," Alyssa smirked.

Hestia flipped her hair and sashayed back to her so-called "friends".

What a pathetic loser, I thought, And I know we all agree.

(Hestia's POV)

Walking back and forth in front of us, Four announced, "Now that you have had some practice this morning, Six and I will be scoring and judging you. If you were too busy talking rather than practicing, you have only yourself to blame when you don't start off well in Stage One of initiation. Try you best."

Gosh, he's gorgeous, I marvel at the muscles that his tight black T-Shirt shows.

I see Six glaring at me, but I don't know why. It's not like I'm doing anything wrong-she's not even together with Four; why should she care?

I realize everyone is walking towards the table to gather knives. Jogging to try to catch up, I reach the table just in time to see that there's only 3 knives left-a small knife, a bigger kitchen knife (why do they put those there anyway?), and an extra-large sized hunting knife. I guess they ran out of throwing knives then.

Yay... What fun. With the worst knives, there's no way I'll get scored well in this part of Stage One...

Grudgingly, I pick up the three knives and walk toward the empty target, preparing myself for the harsh comments that are sure to come from Six.

(Aly's POV)

It's been two hours since lunch and I swear my arms are going to drop from lifting my hand and throwing knives all day. Dropping the knives on the floor with a soft thud, I yawned and peered around. By the looks of it, Snow would probably rank first for knife throwing in Stage One. She had two knivse in the center, bull's-eye. So far, she's the only one to have hit the bull's-eye and have the knives stick there.

"What are you doing, transfer?" Six barked behind me, causing me to jump, startled.

"Uh, nothing. Just throwing knives, that's all." Hurriedly, I picked up the three knives from the floor and continued to throw them.

After inspecting me for a while, she scribbled something in her small notebook and stuffed it back in her concealed jacket pocket. I really wish it was something good-I wanted to spill the secrets of Six and Four before I am cut from initiation. Smiling to myself, I continued throwing, finally hitting the bull's-eye and have the knife stick there, for once. I looked around to see if anyone noticed. Seriously? No one?! Oh well, better than Tesa, who missed continuously since after lunch. I worry about her-if she fails to do better in guns and fighting, she probably won't pass Stage One...

"Okay, enough." The last knives clattered noisily at the foot of the targets and Four walked in the front of us. "All of you have hit the target at least once, even if your knife didn't stick, except for two of you. Tesa, Justin, stay where you are; the rest of you, move back. None of you goes to dinner unless they hit the target, blade or handle."

I thought I heard Tesa sigh.

"What was that?" Four demanded, "Giving up already?"

"What? No! I was just wondering why they have to be punished just because Justin and I can't hit the target," Tesa exclaimed.

Four narrowed his eyes and glanced at Six, who said, "Just throw."

I stood and watched as Tesa and Justin picked up some knives and tried yet again. I desperately hoped that Tesa would hit the target and pass-Snow and I just wouldn't be able to live with ourselves if she became factionless due to her horrible past. But Justin... eh, who cares? Four clearly hates him anyway, since Justin tried to hit on Six, who I still think is together with Four. Lost in my thoughts, I almost missed the perfect knife Tesa threw, hitting the bull's-eye perfectly and precisely.

Suddenly, Zeke burst into the room, gasping to catch his breath with his hands on his knees.

"One.. second..."-Gasps for breath-"Okay. Party at my my place tonight. Come whenever. Six, Four, and you initiates, we're playing Candor or Dauntless, so wear layers, okay? 'Kay, bye!" Zeke took off running again, presumably to tell everyone else about it.

Four sighed. "You're the only one left, Justin. Hurry up or we'll be here all day," Six growled.

Flashing her a so-called "charming" smile, he whispered quite loudly, "Why don't we go now. You know I'm good at knife throwing anyway. There's no need to prove myself now when we could be doing much more interesting things, right, Six?"

"Asshole," I hear Four mutter. In a louder voice, he said, "Alright, all of you, get out of here. Trainig starts tomorrow at 7 o' clock sharp. Do not be late. Justin, I'll be personally... tutoring you for a while until you become less pathetic. If you were truly that good at knife throwing, how come you're the only one here who hasn't hit the target yet? Tri-Six, go get me some glue, a hammer, and some nails, would you?"

"No problem," she grinned, with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Immediately, I knew what she and Four were going to do.

A/N: My laptop is burning up. I should probably give it some Tylenol. XD

UGH I typed up everything but then pressed backspace. Which made the page go back. And since I didn't save it... I had to type everything up AGAIN. That's why it isn't as long.

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TRIVIA:

How many tattoos does Tris have and what do they mean/symbolize?

(Answer both parts and you'll be mentioned in the next chapter :D )