Authors Note: Thank you for reading. Next chapters will be alot longer and more detailed. Alot of panic is in Eleas head because on the outside she is very blank faced and in her own world. ALOT of Eric scenes coming up in future chapters. Please note I had to type this on a tablet.

It was lovely when the soft breeze flew through my frizzy brown hair, and when brown leaves crunched beneath my bare feet. But that was Amity.

Dauntless.

I am now Dauntless, but deep down I am still missing the security Amity had given me. It feels like forever, but truth is I am still on the train catching my breath, and wearing my old life awaiting the unknown of the new.

As an Amity I'm suppose to be optimistic, peaceful, open, loving, and polite. Peaceful and polite...yes. But especially not open and optimistic. I was not the normal Amity.

Why Dauntless? Because I trusted the test. I picked a knife. Instead of a block of cheese I picked the knife. Not something I'm proud of. Disappointed isn't even strong enough.

Jesus, forgive me.

Why Dauntless? I can't be Dauntless.

You can't.

I have to.

But you're pathetic.

Jesus, forgive me.

I don't belong here.

You have to now. Or you die. Haha

My mind, like usual, fights causing me a headache.

"Are they jumping?" someone asks.

They're jumping.

You have to jump. Or not.

I can't.

You have to. Or not.

I take a step back, take a breath, and run as fast as the wolves then jump as high as a cat. Soon I am flying like an Eagle before I crash into ruble and cement. My knees scuff, and palms burn.

Don't be such a baby.

The voices in my head are annoying even though they are the only voices I can talk to. Sadly.

In attempt for cover I move to the back, hiding behind a tall Candor girl with big shoulders. For a peak, I stand on my toes, and see a tall man in the front. Tattoos run all over his neck and he wears a few piercings. Nothing different for a Dauntless. Will I turn into this?

Only if you make it.

I wince hoping my mind will shut up.

You're pathetic for an Amity. And now a Dauntless.

I bite my finger, and my breathing pitches.

Panic attack? Asthma? Do you even have your inhaler.

I check my skirt pocket, and feel a ping of relief.

"Okay, my name is Eric!" he says. "Want to enter Dauntless? This is the way in! Don't have the guts, you don't deserve to be Dauntless!"

"Is there water at the bottom?" Naturally an Erudite.

"Guess you'll find out," he says.

Ha. You can't even swim.

I wince again.

After awhile an Abnegation girl who is about my height jumps first, and it feels like forever until its just me and a Candor girl left. He, Eric, scans the both of us. First me, then her, and back at me.

"Hippie," he says. "You're up!" I force myself up to the front, swinging on the ledge.

I hope you die.

Why am I here? Oh, yeah, the knife.

You're not brave.

I know.

Coward.

I know.

Then as I slip I fall and fly through weightlessness. It's not as bad as I had previously thought. Instead it's exciting.

Don't scream.

I don't. Instead I hold my breath until I hit the net. A laugh slips through my lips, but I quickly shut up when I notice other people.

"Name?" A boy a few years older than me asks. I don't answer, just stare. "Name?" He sighs as I glance to a bracelet.

"Elea?" I nod. "Anymore jumpers?" I put up one finger. "Second to last jumper Elea!"

Still pathetic.