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"Oh I'm sorry! Sorry!" she cried, steadying me. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," I said.
"Are you sure?" she asked. She had dark skin and her hair was pulled back in a ponytail.
"Yeah, I'm positive," I laughed at her worried face.
"Good," she sighed. "I'm Christina; Candor."
"Nice to meet you, Christina, I'm Beatrice," I introduced myself.
Her eye traveled to my ribbon, "Ooh you're an artsy fartsy Abnegation?"
"I wouldn't consider myself to be fartsy but yes," I laughed.
Christina then gets pushed into me causing me stumble. She straightens up an glares at some boy who gave her an evil smirk.
"Watch where you're going, Peter," she spat.
He chuckled and then noticed me, "Making friends with the Abnegation, Christina?"
"Ew Abnegation?" a girl sneering said as she stood next to Peter.
"You know, the only reason they have Abnegation is for the people with stage fright," he said. "They're too stiff and choke when they get on stage."
"That's not true," I said and felt my eye twitch.
"Sure it's not," he said sarcastically and walked away with the girl following closely behind.
"What's his problem?" I asked
"He's just a jackass who gets a kick out of making other people feel like shit," Christina wrinkled her nose.
I glanced back at the boy, Peter, who was now laughing with a mischievous smirk on his face at something his friend said. They all wore Candor ribbons.
"He's in Candor with you?"
"Yes, unfortunately. He's in a few of my classes because he plays every single instrument," Christina groaned. "The teachers think of him as an instrumental prodigy and it's disgusting. They all love him and let him get away with everything."
I looked back at Peter. He had neat brown hair, beautiful green eyes, and his tight black shirt showed off his muscles. He was a pretty good looking guy for a total jackass.
"Don't look at him like that," Christina said looking like she wanted to vomit.
"What do you mean?"
"You're checking him out," she shuddered.
"I was not checking him out!" I protested. The thought made me gag.
She was about to argue but a loud voice shut everybody up.
"All transfers follow me up the stairs and we'll get started," the voice boomed with authority. I couldn't see who was speaking but everyone began walking so Christina and I followed the masses of people.
There were a lot of stepping on toes and the backs of heels, bumping into one another, and swearing as a large boy tripped over the top step. We walked up at least four flights of stairs until we reached the top—very out of breath, I might add. The guy who yelled for us to go up the stairs before stood on a chair and I almost gasped at his appearance. His face was practically covered in silver he had so many piercings!
"Everybody form a single line so you're facing the railing," he shouted.
The pushing and shoving resumed as everyone struggled to get a spot. We ended up having two lines and wouldn't you it, Peter was standing next to me.
"Hey, Stiff," he said to me. I glared at him. I'm not stiff.
"Okay everyone, I'm Eric, one of your instructers. Don't piss me off and we'll be happy," the pierced man said. "As a beginning of your Dauntless training we are going to do trust falls."
I looked skeptically at him and the evil smirk (not unlike Peter's) he had on. Christina turned to me as everyone began pairing up but Eric stopped us.
"Don't bother getting a partner. This is a different kind of trust fall," he indicated the railing behind him. There seemed to be nothing beyond that, just a dark pit. Then realization hit me. He expected us to jump into the pit!
"One by one you will jump into the pit behind me," he said. I was correct. Why did I have to be correct?
Many screams of outrage sounded and echoed off the pit walls.
Peter turned to me and said in a low voice, "You won't be able to do it, Stiff. You're Abnegation. A wimp."
I ground my teeth together at his harsh words.
I can do it, I thought, You'll see.
"Hey! HEY!" Eric screamed. "This is mandatory and I promise you won't die. Who wants to go first?"
There was a moment of hesitation but then I stepped forward.
"I'll go first," I said courageously.
Eric raised his pierced eyebrows then nodded.
"Step over the railing and onto the platform," he instructed. "And I'd suggest falling on your back."
I nodded and took a deep breath. I walked up to the railing and stepped over onto the solid platform as I was told. Then I turned around, looked Peter in the eye, and jumped backwards with arms spread wide.
I didn't scream. They would hear me and I couldn't let Peter think I was weak. After a few seconds I hit a large net, knocking the wind out of me.
"Give me your hand," a male voice said.
I obliged and he pulled me off the net onto solid ground.
"What's your name, first jumper?" he asked.
I wheezed out my name, still out of breath, "B-tris Prior."
"Welcome to Dauntless, Tris," he said and prepared himself for the next jumper.
It's Beatrice, I thought but didn't feel like speaking aloud. Beatrice.
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