The Transfer: A Divergent Story

worth watching out for, maybe even someone worth being afraid of.Amar gave me more than a new name. He gave me power.“What’s your real name, again? Starts with an E . . . ?” Eric asks me, narrowing his eyes. Like heknows something but isn’t sure that now is the time to share it.The others might remember my name too, vaguely, from the Choosing Ceremony, the way Iremember theirs—just letters in an alphabet, buried under a nervous haze as I anticipated my ownchoice. If I strike at their memories now, as hard as I can, become as memorable as my Dauntless selfas possible, I can maybe save myself.I hesitate for a moment, then put my elbows on the table and raise an eyebrow at him.“My name is Four,” I say. “Call me ‘Stiff’ again and you and I will have a problem.”He rolls his eyes, but I know I’ve made myself clear. I have a new name, which means I can be anew person. Someone who doesn’t put up with cutting comments from Erudite know-it-alls. Someonewho can cut back.Someone who’s finally ready to fight.Four.