1. Divergent by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: mobi, azw3, epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Ahead of me, Al gives Christina a piggyback ride. She shrieks as he charges through the crowd. People give him a wide berth, when

they can.

My shoulder stil burns. Christina persuaded me to join her in get ing a tat oo of the Dauntless seal. It is a circle with a flame inside it. My

mother didn’t even react to the one on my col arbone, so I don’t have as many reservations about get ing tat oos. They are a part of life

here, just as integral to my initiation as learning to fight.

Christina also persuaded me to purchase a shirt that exposes my shoulders and col arbone, and to line my eyes with black pencil again.

I don’t bother objecting to her makeover at empts anymore. Especial y since I find myself enjoying them.

Wil and I walk behind Christina and Al.

"I can’t believe you got another tat oo," he says, shaking his head.

"Why?" I say. "Because I’m a Stif ?"

"No. Because you’re…sensible." He smiles. His teeth are white and straight. "So, what was your fear today, Tris?" "Too

many crows," I reply. "You?"

He laughs. "Too much acid."

I don’t ask what that means.

"It’s real y fascinating how it al works," he says. "It’s basical y a struggle between your thalamus, which is producing the fear, and your frontal lobe, which makes decisions. But the simulation is al in your head, so even though you feel like someone is doing it to

you, it’s just you, doing it to yourself and…" He trails of . "Sorry. I sound like an Erudite. Just a habit."

I shrug. "It’s interesting."

Al almost drops Christina, and she slaps her hands around the first thing she can grab, which just happens to be his face. He

cringes and adjusts his grip on her legs. At a glance, Al seems happy, but there is something heavy about even his smiles. I am

worried about him.

I see Four standing by the chasm, a group of people around him. He laughs so hard he has to grab the railing for balance. Judging by

the bot le in his hand and the brightness of his face, he’s intoxicated, or on his way there. I had begun to think of Four as rigid, like a

soldier, and forgot that he’s also eighteen.

"Uh-oh," says Wil . "Instructor alert."

"At least it’s not Eric," I say. "He’d probably make us play chicken or something."

"Sure, but Four is scary. Remember when he put the gun up to Peter’s head? I think Peter wet himself."

"Peter deserved it," I say firmly.

Wil doesn’t argue with me. He might have, a few weeks ago, but now we’ve al seen what Peter is capable of.

"Tris!" Four cal s out. Wil and I exchange a look, half surprise and half apprehension. Four pul s away from the railing and walks up to me. Ahead of us, Al and Christina stop running, and Christina slides to the ground. I don’t blame them for staring. There are four of us,

and Four is only talking to me.

"You look dif erent." His words, normal y crisp, are now sluggish.

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