A/N: Hi! This is my new story:) I hope you guys like it.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN DIVERGENT

-10 years ago-

(3rd person POV)

It was a silent, sunny day in a sweet little neighborhood near Chicago. A little girl was walking out of her house, on her way to a secret spot she had found just a few days back.

As she walked down the sidewalk past tall, lingering houses, the six year old was thinking about what she would discover today.

Her dark brown hair was tied in a high ponytail. You could see in her innocent brown eyes the craving for new ground, a place where she could spend her troubled first grade days around nature and nothing else.

She silently turned the corner and headed towards a gate that was slightly ajar.

"Just how I left it." the little girl said to herself happily.

She stepped through the gate and hurried herself to a speedwalk, letting gravel and dirt create a dense cloud behind her sneaker-clad feet.

She hurried down a small pathway with her ponytail bobbing behind her head, occasionally hitting branches. Then, she stopped.

She stood in a field of dandelions. They swayed slightly as a smooth gust of wind made its way down the field. Every once and a while a little petal from the dandelion would fly away, creating a magical mirage.

But the little girl was not staring at the dandelions, she was staring at the brown haired boy in her special spot.

"Hey!" the little girl yelled out across the field, "What are you doing here? This is my spot!"

Yes, the little girl was quite stubborn, but she didn't seem to care as the boy replied.

"Your spot? I'm sorry, I found this myself."

"Well, this is my spot. I found it on Monday, today's Saturday."

Now, the little girl had walked to the boy standing only few feet away from him.

"I found it Monday too."

The little girl looked at him and gave him a livid look.

"I'm not giving up my spot." she said persistently.

"Well, I'm not either." the little boy said with the same persistence.

They then stared at each other with stubborn, annoyed eyes, with a child-like gleam.

The little girl was the first to speak.

"My mommy always said that being grown up was about letting things go."

The boy raised his eyebrow.

"What's that have to do with this?"

The little girl smirked.

"I'm saying you should give up."

The little boy just stared. After a few moments he whispered, "Never."

The little girl decided she'd have enough. She was going to have to give up something.

She took a deep breath and said,

"Wanna share?"

The little boy looked at her and thought about it.

"Okay. We can share it."

They looked at each other again, this time it was the boy who spoke first,

"My name's Uriah."

The little girl smiled.

"I'm Marlene."

They smiled at each other, not knowing what the fates had in mind for them.

Come to think of it, the fates didn't either.