Sometimes All I Want Is

Four!" I Call Out. Why Am I Calling A Number? Oh Yes. Because That's His Name. — Tris.

He Looks Like A Man Who Has Spent Most Of His Life Frowning.

Then His Eyes Focus On Something Over My Shoulder, And He Starts Walking. I Turn To See Uriah Jogging From The Elevator Bank. He Is Grinning. “heard A Rumor You Were A Dirty Traitor,” Uriah Says. “yeah, Whatever,” Says Zeke. They Collide In An Embrace That Looks Almost Painful To Me, Slapping Each Other’s Backs And Laughing With Their Fists Clasped Between Them.

I Am Proud. It Will Get Me Into Trouble Someday, But Today It Makes Me Brave

It's Not Sacrifice If It's Someone Else's Life You're Giving Away, It's Just Evil.