I FEEL REALLY BAD ABOUT STARTING THIS FIC AND THEN GOING ON A REALLY LONG HIATUS ESPECIALLY SINCE THIS IS ONE SEEMED TO HAVE A LOT OF INTEREST SO I WILL DEFINITELY CONTINUE IT. HOWEVER, QUALITY NOT QUANTITY, UPDATES FOR THIS FIC WILL DEF TAKE LONGER BECAUSE I WANT THE CHAPTERS TO BE REALLY DETAILED. BIG PLANS FOR THIS FIC. I ALREADY KNOW EXACTLY WHERE IM GOING WITH IT SO JUST BEAR WITH ME AND THE LONG WAITS.

DISCLAIMER: I ONLY OWN THE PLOT AND MY OCS EVERYTHING ELSE IS ROTH.

Christina and Tris turned out to be good friends to have. Another Amity kid got on the train. Al. I never really talked to him. His shyness annoyed me, still does. Somehow I know he won't survive initiation. He should have stayed in Amity. We all slept in dorms together guys and girls, fellow initiates.

Gotta sleep with one eye open. I don't trust half these people as far as I can throw them. At dinner, sitting with Tris and Christina I realized why the Stiff chose Dauntless. She had some guts. The guy who greeted us when we literally fell from the sky came and sat with us. Now I wasn't really paying attention when the Stiff was talking about the food, or whatever Four said but, I was definitely listening to her response.

"Must be because you're so approachable," She says flatly, "You know, like a bed of nails." I nearly spit out my food.

Christina was glancing between us trying to figure out which one of us she was more horrified at. I finished my food and burst into a full fit of laughter. Four scowled before leaving the table. I didn't even try to contain my laughter. Christina made a comment to Tris about having a death wish.

I clapped Tris on the back, "You may have a death wish, but you're definitely no Stiff." She gave me a sheepish smile.

That was how initiation went. I hung out with Tris and Christina with their friends which included Al unfortunately.

"Hey Mis-" He began. I cut him off.

"If you finish that word I will cut your tongue out of your mouth."

"Terri. Sorry." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, "I was wondering why you never speak to me, we're from the same faction so I figured we would at least-"

"Let me stop you right there, Al." I said, "I tolerate you, but don't mistake it for friendship, that is a very limited circle, always has been."

The rest of the group gaped at me. I raised an eyebrow, "Don't judge me. I live how I live. Deal with it. I can leave if my preferences make you uncomfortable."

"Relax, you're just very...forward about your feelings." Christina explained, "It's strange coming from you since you're from Amity. If you were born in Candor we'd be less surprised by your forwardness."

I frowned, "Whatever, it's almost training time."

Today was physical fitness. Knife throwing, punching, kicking, shooting... eventually, I assume.

I was a natural at the knife throwing. Go figure. Four and the guy with the piercings, Eric? I think that's his name, maybe it was Ellen, who knows. They went around judging our skills. Piercings got a little too close for comfort and I came very close to losings my concentrations and lobbing the knife in his eye. Very close.

Apparently, Piercings wanted to make an example out of someone and decided to pick on poor Al. He wanted Four to throw knives at him and if he flinches he's done for. Tris had other ideas.

"Anyone can do that." She blurted fiercely.

Piercings raised what I assumed was an eyebrow, "Then by all means, take his place and show me how easy it is."

I scoffed, "How idiotic." As Tris went to stand up by the target, Piercings turned on me.

"Want to say that louder for us all to hear, doll?" My mouth twitched as a squared my shoulders and leveled my gaze with his.

"Listen up, Piercings, because I'm only gonna repeat myself once," He clenched his jaw, "I said, 'How idiotic.'" I smiled fakely, "Did ya catch it that time?"

He growled lowly, "Then you can join her, smart mouth."

"Oh, Piercings," I faked giggled, "You flirt too much," Then I stood in the target next to Tris and winked at the class.

Four seemed to be holding a bit of a grudge about the laughing at him at dinner. He only cut Tris once by the ear, yet cut me twice. My arm, and my leg. Flesh wounds, but rude, he's obviously playing favorites. That, obviously marked the end of the class, as I passed Four I said low enough so only he could hear, "Don't pick favorites, Four." He had a short conversation with Tris before they both left. I smell drama in the air. Why? Because it is completely obvious that Al likes Tris a little more than friends should like each other.

Free time is fun time. For me, I use that time to wander the halls. To explore. I decide that on this particular day I want a tattoo. Tris got one and I know Four is hiding one somewhere on that perfectly sculpted body of his. Tori greets me in the parlor with a, "No one ever listens to me. What do you want, kid?"

"A tattoo, obviously." I explained what I wanted.

When she was done I had black branches starting at my left shoulder and twirling down my left arm to branch off further up to my nails. A small branch with leaves on the back of each finger representing my Divergent status.

The backless dress I wore showed the tattoo off nicely, but it wasn't so backless that you could see the other marks on my skin. I also got a tattoo on the inside of my left thigh. A simple one. A skull. Grey with a black outline.

I call this free time a success. I definitely will enjoy it while it lasts. Tomorrow we fight.

Wow. That's all I can think about when I see the Dauntless kids coming into the building. A rowdy, ragtag group of kids. They don't follow rules or even bend them. They just break them. And their skin...

Many of them have colored skin. All sorts of color tells a story unique to each of them. A girl has a spider web tattooed on her shoulder, a boy have a teardrop tattooed on the corner of his eye. Another girl has a tattoo following her veins down both her arms.

I will never tire of the designs on the kids from Dauntless. They're so fascinating.

"Need a bucket for all that drool, Terri?" Carla nudges me and laughs.

I roll my eyes at her and continue scribbling in my journal.

"You are the most strangestest ten-year old alive you know that, right?" She lays down in front of me, propping her head on her hands.

"I'm pretty sure 'strangestest' isn't a word, Car." I put my journal to the side, giving her my full attention. Her blue eyes shone in the sunlight, as well as with amusement.

"And I'm pretty sure you're gonna flood the city with drool if you keep looking at the Dauntless kids." She laughs and stands, "Time to head home."

I gather up my belongings and chase her to the Amity trucks. I stare at the broken city as we drive through it, the wind whipping my hair in every which way. I finish my schoolwork, and then work in the fields until dinner.

That night as I lay sleeping in my bed, I dream of coloring my skin like a painter would a canvas.

My skin is a blank canvas, and as I live I fill the canvas with the paint of my story, my life. From the darkness of my mind to the light of day...

For all to see..

I THINK I DID OKAY. I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY THIS STORY. EVERY NOW AND THEN ILL BE ADDING LITTLE PIECES FROM TERRI'S PAST AS WE PROGRESS IN THE STORY AND SHE DEVELOPS AS A CHARACTER. YOU'RE GONNA LOVE TERRI. SHE'S PROBABLY MY FAVORITE OC I'VE CREATED IN MY MIND PALACE. BUT TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK IN A REVIEW

LOVE YOU ALL

TILL NEXT TIME,

~WiseChic~