You, an Amity, standing before the Dauntless compound? It was rare, and not something anyone around you expected. An Amity born, you were a naturally nice, morally correct person. Many could mistake that for weakness- but to you, it put you above many others. Your work in the fields and community built by Amity were experiences you believed would help you here, in the most dangerous faction, Dauntless.

You had met another girl on the train- Beatrice, if you remembered properly. Three Candor had been laughing at her, and when you told them off, their mocking switched targets to you. You didn’t care much and simply ignored them. Beatrice had thanked you and remarked about how her choice was a split second decision. You had laughed and nodded, even though that wasn’t your case. You had known for years that you would end up here- you had always had a fire-filled spirit that separated you from being a true Amity. You could be reckless, playful, disobedient- things that had always drawn you towards the Dauntless in school.

So you hardly thought twice as you dropped yourself from the roof of the building you stood on, Plummeting down 7 stories before you crashed into a net. The first part of your initiation had happened in a flash.

Dozens of dauntless in black and red stood around you, whispering and pointing at you, intertwined in the net in your yellow and red Amity apparel. As you slowly and carefully untangled yourself from the net, you heard a few voices

Lauren: “Damn, an Amity first jumper? Who would’ve guessed”

Four: “There’s a reason they left Amity, Lauren.”

A deep voice responded, and you realized the man the voice had come from was leaned over the edge of the net, one hand outstretched to you. His blue eyes scanned over you, obviously forming first opinions, just like everyone else. But unlike the others who were openly giggling or judging, he just appeared neutral

Four: “I will admit, it’s surprising. What’s your name, Kid?”