The bells wake us up. Yay.., stage one.......HAHAHA NO!

Natalia is ranting about stale bagels, but we haven't even had breakfast yet. Nevermind.... She will and I won't. Just like always! Abel will enter the training room with like 5 carts of coffee, Matt and Nathan will continue to be creepy, Sage will rant about how much he misses ice cream, and Uriah might have Dauntless Cake hallucinations. In my opinion, none of those Dauntless instructors are qualified. But they are instructors, just because the hare wins the race. In Abnegation, the turtle won more often. Dauntless is bravery not stupidity.

I quickly get dressed and run to the training room. I feel someone dragging me to the cafeteria. I automatically recognize the muscular arms and tattoo sleeves.

"JO STOP!" I yell.

"Nobody skips breakfast."

"HELLLPPPPP!" I feel like shouting, but then I would fail Dauntless initiate training.

"Jo, I swear," I mutter.

"I swear to the devil," she replies.

She hands me an entire chocolate cake. Food makes me fat. I can't become malnourished and make it in Dauntless, can I?

Well... No. I wouldn't be able to make it.

"Come on, anorexic," Jo says, "Eat."

Uriah stares at me. "YOU STOLE MY DAUNTLESS CAKE! HOW COULD YOU?!"

"Here," I mutter handing him the cake.

"No," Nathan mutters from behind me, "Uriah's already had three."

"I want more!" Uriah yells.

"Take it easy, buddy," he mutters.

"Thanks," Jo said.

"So you took the cake?" Nathan asks.

"Jo, Nathan, have a slice."

They both take a slice.

"What did you eat for breakfast in Abnegation?" Jo asked.

"Boring crap, like eggs, tea-" I start.

"Did you eat rugs?" Jo asks.

I roll my eyes. "Hell no."

"ALL INITIATES, ONE TRAINING ROOM!" Four yells.

All of us stare at each other. I roll my eyes. Crap. It's the rankings. Time to see me fail!

"Kat, you're not going to fail," Nathan says, laughing, "With your pole dancing? Certainly no."

"Nathan, you'll come out close to the top," I mutter.

"Creepy most certainly will," Abel says, "Want some coffee?"

"This is getting old."

"Are my coffee habits annoying you. Guess what? I don't care," Abel says.

"Nobody cares about anything these days," I mutter.

"True that," Abel replies.

Jo just starts freakishly laughing. Nathan, Abel, and I are staring at her creepy facial expressions.

"Creepy," Nathan mutters.

"You think I'm creepy?" Jo asks.

"Duh." he replies, scratching the tiny beard that is starting to form.

Jo's dark brown hair starts to shine in the cafeteria, her hair so short. Her medium skin tone just started to show. She just has so many tattoos. That's why I didn't notice her appearance very much, even though I'm a naturally observant person.

The bells ring and all the initiates, beginner and advanced, gather in the advanced training room.

The rankings are up.

1. Matt
2. Brad
3. Nathan
4. Natalia
5. Jo
6. Tom
7. Sage
8. Dave
9. Jen
10. Kat
11. Abel
12. Daniel
13. Jennifer
14. Andrew
15. Kristin
16. Rainbow
17. Helena
18. Adam
19. Skylar
20. Adeline
21. Becky
22. Victoria
23. David
24. Suzana

"ALL BELOW 20 ARE CUT!" Four yells.

Oh no... Becky..... I glimpse at the other initiates. Brad is swearing his head off, because he didn't rank first. Matt and Nathan are creepily silent, and Sage and Abel walk up to me.

"Please no more coffee carts, Abel," I mutter.

"I came to have an enjoyable conversation, not drink carts of coffee," Abel says.

"That's a first."