A Divergent Story

A Divergent Story- Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Beatrice

I grab Amanda's hand and we jump. I land on my knees. It stings. I look down and see a tiny scrape, but it's not bleeding. Good.

Amanda, on the other hand, has landed on her hands. They bleed a little, but not to much. She whips her hands on her skirt.

"Ugh, do you guys do this EVERY TIME you come back to Dauntless Headquarters?" Amanda asks Alex, who I didn't even see land. He has a big smile on his face.

"Yeah, every time. Isn't it so fun?" He replies.

Amanda rolls her eyes.

This is the first time I can actually see what Alex looks like. He has short dark, brown hair and dark, blue eyes. He's wearing a black T-Shirt and tight, black jeans. On the right side of his arm I see a tattoo that says, "I am stong. I am brave. I am Dauntless."

"Are we supposed to jump down there!?" a Abnegation boy looks down the roof, his face turning red.

"Yes," a Dauntless girl with pink highlights looks at him and smiles," Isn't it selfish for Stiff's to ask questions?" A few Dauntless borns snicker.

The boy looks down at his feet. I feel sorry for him.

Suddenly, out of no where, a man, in his forties, walks out. He has dark hair and matching dark eyes.

"I am Eric." he shouts. Everyone instantly stops talking. He must be a Dauntless leader.

"Since we're nice, we will allow the transfers to jump first." Eric looks at all the transfers huddled together. The Dauntless born make way for us to jump while snickering and whispering at each other, betting who won't jump.

At first no one steps forward.

"Well?" Eric looks at us, frustrated, "I don't have all day!"

The Abnegation boy steps up, then he jumps.

"Next!" Eric screams

I feel brave after what the Abnegation boy did, so I step forward. I close my eyes. I don't look down, I just jump.

The wind blows through my hair and I think I scream all the way down. Finally, I land in a small net. My eyes open and the first person I see is Alex. Wait, that's impossible. He's up on the roof. This must be his father or something.

Beside him is a small women with blonde hair and blue-grey eyes. The women gasps and I do to. The reason: we look exactly alike. Except she's older and a few other features are off, but either than that, we look the same.

The man breaks the silence. He puts out his hand and helps me out of the net.

"What's your name?" he asks me.

"Beatrice."

The women beside him is biting her lip. I'm no Candor, but she's hiding something. She smiles and turns to me, "Welcome to Dauntless."