One year. It has been one year since my initiation. One year since I saw my name next to the first place slot. And today, I officially will become the transfer instructor for the new initiates, alongside Four, my old instructor.

Four and I have kept our distance since my own initiation, only bothering with the occasional "Hello", and smile. But for the past two weeks, he has been training me to become an instructor. It was hard at first, having not really bothered to keep in shape physically, since my job as an ambassador never required much but to sit in on meetings with other factions. However, Four was patient with me and got me back into top shape.

I finish my shower and get dressed in a black high waisted skirt, a crop top, and tall black boots. I apply eye liner and mascara the way Christina taught me. I look in the mirror and smile. I definitely look intimidating.

I check the time. 7:30. Perfect. I have just enough time to run down to get breakfast before the initiates get here.

I enter the cafeteria and see Christina, Will, Uriah, Marlene, and Lynn sitting down at a table. I grab a muffin and slide in next to Christina.

"I'm so excited to scare the living hell out of some initiates," Christina says.

"It will definitely be nice to have the roles reversed. I remember last year when you literally peed your pants after Four got mad at you," I reply with a smirk.

"Oh, shut up, Tris. It's not like you weren't terrified of him either."

But she's wrong. Four has never scared me. I have no problem putting him in his place when I think he is being unreasonable.

I notice that Uriah and Marlene are sitting at the end of the table, kissing, while Lynn sits across from them scowling. I finish my muffin and wave goodbye to Will and Christina, since they are the only ones paying attention.

When I arrive at the net, Four already stands there with his back to me.

"You're late," he says without turning around.

"It's 7:45. I'm actually 15 minutes early," I reply.

"Well if you're early you're late."

"I believe that phrase is actually, 'If you're early you're on time.'"

He turns around and scowls at me.

"Whatever, Tris. Remember what I told you about turning you're emotions off?"

"Yes, you made it very clear that I have to act like an emotionless monster to scare the living wits out them. I can picture you perfectly from last year."

He chuckles, "Well it worked, didn't it?"

"Not on me," I say with a smile.


And with that, we wait the remaining ten minutes in silence. By 8:00, there are at least 50 people surrounding the bottom of the net. I hear the train whistle and I know that it is starting. I smile.