História Love Changes Cold Hearts - Touring The Compound

   As soon as the other transfers finish jumping, Lauren takes off with the Dauntless born initiates and all of us transfers are left with Four. Great, we got stuck with Mr. Grumpy pants. He paces the floor for a moment before speaking.
   "Alright, my name is Four," he says, and before he can continue, a Candor girl speaks up.
   "Four? Like the number?" She says it like she's ready to laugh, and her face says she thinks it's lame.
   "Exactly like the number." He replies coolly. I'm almost shocked he didn't get ticked off.
   "So what? One, two, and three were already taken?"
   "Something like that. And now, I'm going to be taking you all to the Pit, of which you will someday soon learn to love. It-" the Candor girl cuts him off again.
   "The Pit? That's a clever name." She says, half laughing. Four smirks, letting out a slight chuckle. He casually walks up to her and asks
   "What's your name?"
   "Christina." She's so nonchalant I'm ready to scream at her and tell her she is making a huge mistake.
   "Well, Christina," his tone is now very cold and authoritive. "If I had wanted to put up with a bunch of loudmouth Candor, I would have joined their faction. So the first lesson you'll be learning from me is how to keep your mouth shut. Got it?" She nods, obviously terrified.
   "Good. Now follow me." We all follow him in utter silence. He leads us down a dimly lit hallway before entering a big, open space. Down below us is a room full of life.
   "This is the Pit," Four says. We all nod, now understanding why it's called "The Pit". This is where most of the activity in Dauntless goes on, and where you'll be spending most of your time." He proceeds to lead us to a railing. "This railing is a fine line between bravery and stupidity. Many reckless idiots have jumped off to prove themselves. It will happen again; you have been warned." He turns and motions for us to follow. As we turn to leave, I notice small children running across a narrow bridge with no rails that goes over the chasm. I look around for their parents, but see none. As we continue to walk, I notice that there aren't any elderly. There are a few who look to be in their fifties, but that's it. I'm confused. Four starts leading us towards the dining room, and right as we reach the entrance, he makes a sharp turn and leads us into a different room.
   "Alright. Hurry up and change your clothes. You have two minutes." We all change quickly; no one can afford to be uncomfortable or embarrassed. Except the Stiff. She's trying to change as modestly as possible. Some of the guys start snickering. I roll my eyes.
   "Yeah you better be careful, Stiff. 'Cause there ain't no one here who wants to see your body." The boy who spoke is one of the Candor transfers. The proud one who landed on his feet, I recall. Her cheeks burn bright red.
   "Just shut up and hurry," Four says. Gosh, I had totally forgotten about him, he was so quiet. Once we finish changing, Four leads us into another room to burn our old faction clothes. But before we do, Eric gives a speech.
   "We ask you all to burn your old faction clothes as a sign to show that you're completely forsaking it. You have to let go of it, your old friends, your family your past, everything. And if you can't, then you don't belong here." He steps aside and motions for us to start. The Stiff goes first, then a Candor guy - I think someone called him Al - then I do, then the jerk and his minions go.
   Once we've burned our clothes, we're taken to the cafeteria. Man, I don't think I've ever seen such good food my whole entire life. All my life I've eaten whatever I could get my hands on. I get my food and sit down at a random table. After a short bit, Christina and the Stiff join me; I smile at them, then turn back to my food.
   "What? Have you guys be never seen a hamburger before?" Christina asks the Stiff and me.
   "No, I've seen a hamburger before," we say at the same time. We look at each other, a little weirded out.
   "I don't think the Stiff has," an Erudite guy pipe in. Abnegation eat a mostly plant-based diet."
   "She's not a Stiff," Christina points to me. I scowl at her.
   "No but plenty of Amity are either vegetarian or vegan."
   "What text book did you swallow?" He laughs.
   "Nice to meet you too. My name is Will. Erudite." He smiles at her, and I can't stop the smirk creeping on my face as I look between them. They will make a cute couple, I think.
   "You know, you must be pretty self-confident to be friends with a Candor." Will remarks. The Stiff and I start laughing, while a priceless look crosses Christina's face.
   "What's that supposed to mean?" She asks, not sure if she should be offended.
   "You guys have no filter; you say the first thing that pops into your head."
   "Like you're an idiot." Al says, and we all laugh
   "Hey, at least we tell the truth." Christina responds.
   "Erudites can tell the truth because we have the facts."
   "I don't want to hear about your old factions. Your Dauntless now." I jump when Four speaks. I never realized he joined our table.
   "Were you a transfer or a Dauntless born?" The Stiff asks him.

   "Is that a joke?" He asks her.
  "No" He stares hard at her before responding.
   "Who said you could talk to me?"
   "No one." Her tone of voice hasn't changed. She is showing absolutely no fear.
   "Then why are you doing it?"
   "I don't know. Maybe it's because you're so approachable, like a flat bed of nails." All of us are shocked at the Stiff's boldness.
   "I'm developing a theory, Tris," Christina says to the Stiff.
   "What is it?" She asks
   "You have a death wish."
   Once we've finished eating, a woman with black hair and almond shaped eyes stands up and yells for all transfers to follow her. We quickly do as she says, all getting the vibe that she is not someone you'd want as an enemy. She leads us across the pit and down a few corridors before we reach the dorm. Once we get there, she introduces herself and starts going over the rules.
   "My name is Melinda Mae, and I'm going to be one of your trainers." The whole entire time she speaks, her tone is very cold and authoritive. "You will have however much time the trainer who wakes you up gives you to get ready for the day and get the dorm cleaned up. All of the beds are to be made perfectly. If there is a bed that isn't, the person who sleeps in it will have to start over. No leaving beauty products, clothes or anything else lying around. The floor must be swept and the trash taken out. You will have to do these things every single morning. And lastly, when a trainer comes in and wakes you up, you better get up. I don't care what time you got to bed the night before; that's your problem." With that, she leaves us to decide who's getting what bed. No one has to be told twice to choose a bed; we all just do. There's enough beds for everyone.