Are we even safe?

Getting started.

   When we got to the place where we jump off I was the first one out. I jumped did a double twist and landed on my feet. My shins where not very happy about this. We walked over to Max who was standing at the edge of the building.

"The Transfers will go first, this will be us welcoming you to the start of your training.

Any volunteers?" Said Max.

I shoved people out of the way to get to where Max was standing.

"I guess I'll go. It's not like I know what I'm doing." I said stepping up onto the ledge.

I jumped up into the air and did a flip. I landed in the Net after a few seconds. 

A hand reaches out to help me out of the net, I see a boy attached to that hand who could be on the roof with the rest of the Initiates.

"Who are you?" He asked sounding unenthusiastic.

"Erin, you?" I said trying getting down from the net.

"Owen."  He said as helped me get down.
"First jumper, Erin!" He called out to the waiting dauntless members. I stood off to the side waiting all of the other initiates.

After all of the Initiates got down, Owen introduced himself. He will be training us.

He takes us to the room we are all staying in. I kind of zone out when Eric and Owen start talking about something.

"When can I get some new clothes? These are unsatisfactory." Some girl from Erudite asks.

"You are?" Owen asks dropping the conversation with Eric.

"Chloe. I've already told you my name. You should remember it. I'm going to be very important." She says.

I already don't like her. She seems like the person to be all talk and no bite. When we start training I'll really put that to the test.

"Ok then Chloe the 'important one' and Erin the one I would bet on, let's go this way." He says using air quotes around important one.

He leads us to the place I can only assume is where we are going to be training. There is a small area that could be used for fights.

"Both of you remove the unimportant clothes and get into the ring." He says.

"I'm fighting her?" Chloe says "I don't think that's fair. She hasn't learned how to defend herself"

She didn't bother to ask who I am; as I have done for her. I know that she is the girl who always got picked on. She became the bully.

I step into the ring, getting ready for her best shot. I don't normally think I am above Initiates but in this case I am a better person.

She takes off her shoes, blue jacket, and her skirt. What she was left with was a tank top and shorts that didn't come to her mid thighs. The only think I could think of as she is climbing into the ring is "Dress coded!"