Secrets

Chapter 4: Initiation

{I do not own Divergent, Insurgent, or Allegiant. I am not Veronica Roth, nor am I pretending to be Veronica Roth.}

"Lily, you have to try this cake."

"Oh, I'm okay. I'm not feeling too great."

Myra nods and takes a bite before continuing her conversation with Edward.

"Really, you should try it," a male voice from behind me says.

I turn to find the boy with the snake tattoo, looking at me with a familiar gleam in his eye.

"Mind if I sit?" he asks, smiling.

I shake my head, kind of shocked at his confidence, as he sits down.

"I'm Uriah." He holds out his hand for me to shake. I take it, and sparks run up my arm.

"I'm Lily. It's nice to meet you."

We must have looked at each other for awhile, because Myra busts out laughing.

"Dinner's over kids. Initiation begins tomorrow morning."

Myra and I clear our plates, and we decide to share a bunk. I get bottom bunk. Oh well.

We sit on my bed later that night and whisper.

"Are you nervous," she asks shakily, "for initiation?"

"Very."

Her voice gets even lower.

"They're not here yet, so I'll tell you now. Those three, Peter, Molly, & Drew, really freak me out."

I can only see the whites of her eyes but I know they're wide with fear.

We laugh at the silence and decide to get some sleep, so she climbs up and I eventually drift off, hearing nothing but the sound of someone's quiet sobs.

{Al}

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"WAKE UP INITIATES! BE AT THE PIT IN THIRTY MINUTES."

I sigh, getting out of the bed. Myra snores loudly. I shake her bunk.

"C'mon, My. Wake up."

"WHAT!" she screams, punching the mattress defensively. This sends Edward and I into a fit of giggles.

"Lily. We don't have any Dauntless clothes. They must have bought them last night when you were staring at Uriah for like, an eternity. Let's go." she pulls me out the door while I blush like crazy. We run all the way across the compound, or so it feels like, and into a huge store. Nothing but black clothing.

We go to the girls section and quickly pick out some essentials. We run back to the bathroom and get dressed. Simple black leggings, fitted sleeveless black shirt. We braid each other's hair quickly. The feeling of the French braid against my spine reminds me of weekdays in Candor.

We walked out to the Pit together and the only ones there were Christina and Tris. Soon the others arrived, and so did Four. We walked to what is evidently the training room.

"Today you will learn about shooting and aiming. These," he gestures to the guns on the table, "are training guns. Anyone who uses a training gun out of this room will lose their chances of becoming Dauntless."

Peter looks extremely disappointed.

I shiver a little.

Tris does great on her first try. I wonder if her and Four knew each other before. They seem.. close.

I volunteer to go next. No one objects.

On my first shot, I hit it two rings away from the bullseye. Myra and Christina cheer.