Hi, I'm not sure how many people are enjoying this, but for the comments I got, thank you! It really meant a lot to know that people like my story and want me to update, so here is another update!
Disclaimer: Still don't own Divergent, or Tris, or Tobias, or anyone else... : (
I'm awoken with a jolt and I'm glad that I'm not tall enough to hit my head on the ceiling when I sit up as I see some of my other room mates doing as they wake up. I smile a bit when I see Peter sit up and contain a wince that only I noticed, he starts rubbing his head and when he notices me staring at him, he gives me a glare. I raise my eyebrow at him as if to say, "What? I'm just not that stupid." I love my perch up here, it lets me see everyone in a way that I don't usually since I'm so small. Most people just say I'm "petit", but I know the truth, if I were to get in a fight with any of these people, I'd be down in seconds. I sigh on the inside, what am I going to do for training? I make a promise to myself that I'll be the best I can be and more.
I finally realize that the flurry of activity around me means that if I don't pick up the pace, I'm going to be late. I jump down from my space and land on my feet, I'm impressed with myself considering last night I almost killed myself doing the same thing. I rush over to the dresser with the clothes that the Dauntless had provided for us and pull out a pair of black jeans and a long sleeve top that covers almost as much as my Abnegation clothes did. I sigh as Christina comes towards me looking at my cloths with a face that I feel I know well, even though I've only known her for less then 24 hours.
Christina comes up to me, "You cannot wear that while I'm still around." She goes back into my dresser and comes up with a black tank top and a black shirt with patterns cut out of it for me instead. "I would say to wear it without the tank top, but I know where to stop."
I just roll me eyes at her, not in the mood for an argument. I take the clothes from her arms and rush into the bathroom. On the way there, Tobias and I meet eyes and he nods his thanks in my direction. I nod back and continue on to the bathroom to change. When I'm done, I come out feeling more exposed then ever and walk up to Christina, "What do you think?"
"Much better then your choice…" she says as she tries to hide a smile.
"Hey!" I punch her lightly in the arm and then turn to see the boys (Will, Al and Tobias) waiting by the door for us. Gosh, this is just weird sharing a room with a bunch of guys, whatever. We walk to the door and all five of us walk out together for breakfast.
At breakfast, another thing surprises me, pancakes. I absolutely LOVE pancakes; they're like a sweet way to start your morning. I can't help but think of my beloved scrambled eggs from Abnegation though… I really miss my family, but I force the tears out of my eyes and focus on my friends in front of me.
"So what do you think they'll have us do first?" Christina asked in a loud whisper, her head leaning over the table and her hair about to do in her food.
"I have no idea." Will responded, the only one really listening to the question or likely to answer it. Tobias had adopted a silent, powerful expression and Al was in his own world. I think he was taking the change from home harder then the rest of us were, or we were just better at hiding it. After I had helped Tobias last night, I heard Al quietly crying in his bed, I didn't have the heart to go over and comfort him as I might have if I were still Abnegation. Helping one person at 2:00 in the morning was enough for me.
No wonder I didn't pick Abnegation. But I was so close to doing it… After Caleb pulled his surprise trick on us, I almost couldn't leave my parents to themselves, but I felt as if, when I looked at my mother, she gave me strength and knew that I was between her and one of my dreams. The nod of her head that she gave me had all the strength and love I could need it, she gave me the strength to switch factions and leave them forever. And I will always love her for doing so.
Again I force myself to the conversation at hand and start stuffing more pancakes into my mouth. The rest of breakfast passes in a blur of conversation, pancakes and syrup (the best part). The five of us get up and dump out the remains of our breakfast and go to the training room that we were told to report to by Amar.