Divergent: Switched

Initiation Begins

At exactly 6:34 AM I groggily opened my eyelids and looked around. None of the other trainers were awake. I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I wasn't ready for the day. I wanted to cocoon in my sheets and stay in bed forever.

Unfortunately, I'm not that lucky. So I forced myself to stand beside my bed, shivering from the cold. I only sleep in boy shorts and a tank top. Preferably black.

We have it better off than the initiates. Our room is wide, and each trainer has a small area to themself. But, there isn't much to put in it. Mainly just a simple bed with the dull grey sheets and a large black trunk at the foot. The bathrooms are a separate room, with a few sinks, toilets, and showers. There are even a few dividers you can pull out of the wall, thankfully.

I pop open the trunk at the end of my bed and pull out some random peices of clothing. I'm too tired to care. I think I managed to pick my black jeans and leather jacket, but I'm not sure.

I tied my hair in a knot behind my head and splashed cold water on my face from the bathroom sink, waking me up a little. Brush teeth. Drain bladder. No make-up. I learned a long time ago that beauty has no place here.

I was about to sneak out the door when I heard someone hiss, "Where on Earth do you think you're going like that?"

I heaved an exasparated sigh.

Christina made me sit on the rough bathroom counter for 30 minutes while she worked with me. Apparently she hadn't grasped the whole "beauty didn't have a place here" thing.

"Beatrice Prior!" She scolded me. Christina is the only one who knows my full name. "You need to have some dignity in how you look!"

"Yeah, because I want guys to notice how hot I am when I nail them in the jaw," I grumble.

At this point, Uriah and Will were crowded in the doorway and laughing as they watched Christina try to get me to change my outfit. Apparently my jeans turned out to be a dark, blood-red. Good. Even better than black.

I finally shoved her hand away. "Alright, okay! No more!" She snickered.

I had allowed here to apply a minimal amount of eyeliner and mascara to my face, and even let her pull my hair into a tight ponytail with the tips curled, but when she slathered five pounds of this sparkly lip gloss on my mouth, I had to put a stop to the torture.

I jumped down from the counter and stalked past a cackling Uriah and a chuckling Will. "Wow, Tris, it's the new you! If I had just met you, I might have mistaken you for someone decent-mannered!" Uriah hooted.

I scowled at him and rubbed furiously at my lips.

I waited a few minutes for the boys to get ready, and together we left Christina to get ready and Marleen and Lynn to sleep in. Lynn sleeps with a knife under her pillow, and I didn't know why until poor Will learned the hard way to never wake her up before 7:30.

The three of us made our way to the mess hall. If you wake up early enough, and get down to the dining hall in time, you can help yourself to breakfast.

It was about a third of the way full, so the three of us sat at an empty table near the back of the room. I loaded my plate with eggs, sausages, bacon, and pancakes. Will and Uriah did likewise. Pretty soon, we were joined by Christina and Marleen. Christina plopped down right next to Will, so their legs were brushing, and I saw a slight red flush tinge his cheeks. I grinned to myself. Something is going on with those two.

Uriah immediately engrossed Marleen in conversation, so I turned to Christina and Will.

"Which of the transfers do you think will make it?" Asked Christina.