Divergent

Chapter 3

"This is your dorm hall. If I find anyone out past curfew, ten aclock, you run five extra miles in the morning. If you're late for training at seven am, you run an extra mile for each minute you're late, no exceptions. No staying in each other's rooms." Four calls to us.

"Your name is on your door. Your luggages are on your beds. It's going to be ten pm in five minutes. Go." four adds and I rush to my room. Chris's room is right across from mine. Will is in the room next to mine and Al is Chris's right.

I lock my door once I get to my room and turn around. The room is pretty big. It has a bed placed against one wall, and a small kitchen on the opposite wall, everything is either black or grey. There's a dining room with a small table and four chairs. There's two doors, Im guessing a closet and a bathroom. I see my boxes and go to unpack them. I throw my floral quilt on the bed, then put pillow cases on the pillows.

After stuffing my clothes in the drawers I change into pajamas and lay in the bed. I can't say my bed. This isn't my bed, and it never will be. My bed is back in Chicago in a house that my parents died in. I feel the tears welling in my eyes and I close them.
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A loud horn goes off in my ear and i jolt awake. My eyes meet Fours grayish blue eyes and I gasp in shock. My hands immediately reach for my blankets and I wrap them around myself.

"What the hell?" I angrily ask.

"It's six thirty. Get up and meet me in the gym." He replies and leaves the room. I hear him doing the same thing to everyone else and I rush to the bathroom. After taking a quickly shower I put a pair of black leggings and a tank top on. My feet slip into sneakers and I tie my hair in a ponytail as I run to the gym.

There's only two other people there. Eric and Four. They look up at me and i nervously tap my foot.

"You can start with a punching bag." Four states and I do as told. Slowly people fill up the punching bags and Chris takes the bag next to me.

"Hey." she greets.
"Hi." I reply and continue punching the bag in front of me.

"So... Uriah is having a welcome to dauntless party tonight. He told me to invite you." she states and I raise my eyebrows.

"We're here to do training. Not to party." I reply.

"One party isn't bad." she denies.
"Tell him I turned down his offer. But I said thanks anyways." i reply.

"Okay." she agrees and rolls her eyes.
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I wake up around six in the morning. I don't hear anyone else getting ready, but I go to my closet and change into work out shorts and a tshirt. I put my hair in a quick messy bun, and put a pair of Nike sneakers on. A sigh escapes my mouth and I grab a water from my fridge.

When I get to the training room I only see four setting up the equipment. He's wearing a pair of basketball shorts and a tshirt. Our shirts are basically matching.

"Need help?" I ask quietly. He turns to look at me and shrugs.

"If you want too. You could go get breakfast, I think you have time before training." he replies.

"I don't eat breakfast." I reply and watch as he hooks the punching bags to the ceiling. I start working on the ones towards the wall and he watches me with interest.

"What?" I ask self consciously.
"You don't seem hung over. That means you didn't go to Uriah's party, or you don't drink." he states and continues on with the line of bags.

"You knew about the party and didn't shut it down?" I ask curiously, not replying to his comment about me not drinking.

"I wanted to see who's priorities are in the right place. I guess I found one person. Anyways, I'm not mean enough to shut down parties." he replies emotionlessly.

'Sure' I think to myself. He looks at me like he knows what I'm thinking and I look away. We finish setting up and I look at the big clock on the wall.

"No ones showing up." he states.
"How do you know?" I ask.

"They're already late. No ones going to want to work out after they stayed up until two am." he replies with an annoyed expression.

"You're dismissed. Tomorrow the rest will have to run, you won't since you showed up." he states and starts to leave the room.

"Do you mind if I stay?" I call after him.

"You're getting a free pass and you're going to still work out?" He asks.

"Yep." I answer and he nods.
"Go ahead. I'll be back in a bit." he replies and the doors shut behind him with a click.
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An hour passes and I continue to punch the bag. I've ran three miles on the treadmill and my hands and knuckles are bruised and bloody.

When I put my head to something I usually do it. Especially when it's for family. A warm hand lands on my stomach and I gasp in shock. I turn towards Four and he pauses.

"You need to keep tension here. You don't have much muscle, go for the throat when you fight." he comments.

"Thanks." I whisper breathlessly. He pulls away and goes to the bag across the room. I grab my water bottle off the floor and make my way to the doors.

"I'll see you tomorrow." I calls as i leave the room.