I grab my own knives once more and stand up tall with my feet slightly apart as Tris did. I aim the knife into the centre of the target and exhale as I fling the knife. I hear a slight cracking as it sticks slightly left of the centre.
I try it again and, again managing to my knives ever closer the the centre black dot. I spin the last knife in my hand as I aim. I bring It up, parallel to my shoulders as I exhale and launch it.
I look up and see it has hit dead centre at last!
"Stop you're doing it wrong!" I hear Zeke shout at another transfer.
"How do you do that?!" Ava says desperately to ollie and me as hers still hit outside the centre ring.
"Breathe out as you throw it it'll calm you and relax your muscles" I say quietly.
She shrugs and tries it. I watch her and look at the target - just right of the centre.
"There you go!" ollie says enthusiastically.
"Tomorrow is guns and punching bags we start the fights soon" Zeke says.
"Scram!" tris says dismissing us.
"Annie!" I hear a call.
I spin around and tris is signalling me in.
"Don't keep her too long!" I hear jack say as the gang walks past.
"Meet us in the canteen!" India says.
I nod.
"Clearly, where else would you be I swear you guys are obsessed with your food" I say laughing as I walk over to tris.
"Just a heads up: you are clearly doing better than half of the other initiates so word of warning concentrate in fights as ranking firsts makes you a target to the linch mobs" she says quietly.
"Nice work today stiff. I have only ever seen one stiff manage that before" Zeke says.
"Two! Zeke! not one two!" tris says defensively.
"You were abnegation too?" I ask.
She nods.
"It just wasn't me so here I am" she says smiling.
"Fair enough" I say shrugging.
"I mean I had loads of great times there but I had to get out, I was crushing me" she says quietly.
"What about you, why did you leave?" she asks.
"My parents are awful people I hated every minute of every day in that hellhole of a faction." I state.

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The unknown Eaton
FanfictionI'm tobias little sister, of eighteen years Infact! He doesn't even know I exist!