The Transfer (Divergent, Book .1) (UK Edition)
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Fans of the Divergent series by No. 1 New York Times bestselling author Veronica Roth will be thrilled by ‘The Transfer’, the first of four new short stories told from Four’s perspective.
DIVERGENT – a major motion picture in 2014.
This short story explores the world of the Divergent series through the eyes of the mysterious but charismatic Tobias Eaton, revealing previously unknown secrets of his personality and intriguing backstory.
See how it all began for Four…
you did as well as Four over here, though.” He points at me as he speaks. I frown—four? Is he talking about my fears? “Hey, Tori,” Amar calls over his shoulder. “You ever hear of anyone having only four fears in their fear landscape?” “Last I heard, the record was seven or eight. Why?” Tori calls back. “I’ve got a transfer over here with only four fears.” Tori points at me, and Amar nods. “That’s gotta be a new record,” Tori says. “Well done,” Amar says to me. Then he turns and walks
weights. Like she’s sad about something. “This is a safe room. You can say whatever you want here.” I knew what my choices in the aptitude test would add up to before I arrived at school this morning. I chose food over a weapon. I threw myself in the path of the dog to save the little girl. I knew that after I made those choices, the test would end and I would receive Abnegation as a result. And I don’t know that I would have made different choices if my father hadn’t coached me, hadn’t
constant disarray. But today, I’m glad for that. We get on the bus and stand in the aisle to let others sit down around us, the perfect picture of Abnegation deference. I watch the others get on, Candor boys and girls with loud mouths, Erudite with studious stares. I watch the other Abnegation rise from their seats to give them away. Everyone is going to the same place today—the Hub, a black pillar in the distance, its two prongs stabbing the sky. When we get there, my father puts a hand on my
and I can see a tattoo creeping over her collarbone, toward her throat. Her eyes touch mine with peculiar force, and I stare back, unflinching, as I take my place among the bowls. What choice can I live with? Not Erudite, or Candor. Not Abnegation, the place I am trying to get away from. Not even Amity, where I am too broken to belong. The truth is, I want my choice to drive a knife right through my father’s heart, to pierce him with as much pain and embarrassment and disappointment as
back on my heels. The roof is tilting and bobbing beneath me—I didn’t know a person could be dizzy with fear. Still, I know I just passed two initiation tests: I got on a moving train, and I made it to the roof. Now the question is, how do the Dauntless get off the roof? A moment later Amar steps up on the ledge, and I have my answer: They’re going to make us jump. I close my eyes and pretend that I’m not here, kneeling on this gravel with these insane ink-marked people surrounding me. I came