Matched [Matched Trilogy 1] by Ally Condie

Author:Ally Condie
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Social Issues, Young Adult Fiction, Family, Mate Selection, Juvenile Fiction, Fantasy & Magic, Fiction, Romance, Self-Realization, Triangles (Interpersonal Relations), Fantasy, Marriage, Dystopias, Marriage & Divorce, General, Family & Relationships, Love & Romance
ISBN: 9780525423645
Publisher: Penguin
Published: 2010-11-29T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 17

The climb is almost too easy.

I slap branches out of the way, leap over rocks and push through bushes. My feet have worn a path on this hil and I know where to go and how to get there. I wish for a bigger chal enge and for something harder to scale. I wish for the Hil with its fal en trees and ungroomed forest. Right now, I think, if they put me on the Hil I could run straight up it. And when I reached the top there would be a new view and maybe, if he came with me and we stood there together, I would learn even more about Ky.

I can’t wait to see him and ask him about his story. Wil he have more for me?

I burst through the trees and grin at the Officer.

“Got some competition for your spot today,” he says as he records my climbing time on the datapod.

What does he mean? I turn to see Ky. A girl sits next to him, bright golden hair streaming down her back. Livy.

Ky laughs at something she says. He makes no move, no gesture to indicate that he wants me to come sit by him. He doesn’t even look at me.

Livy’s taken my place. I take a step forward to get it back.

Livy holds out a stick to Ky. He doesn’t even hesitate. He takes hold of it right above her hand, and I see him helping her make swirling motions in the dirt.

Is he teaching her to write?

My one step forward becomes many steps back as I turn and walk away from it al . From the glint of sunlight on her hair; from their hands, almost-touching, writing letters in the dirt; from Ky’s eyes looking away from me; from the spot in the sun with wind and whispered words that are supposed to be mine.

How can I talk to Ky with her sitting right there? How can I learn how to write? How can I get more of his words?

The answer is simple: I can’t.

Back down at the bottom of the hil the Officer gives us a speech. “Tomorrow wil be different,” he tel s us. “Stay at the Arboretum air-train stop when you arrive and wait for me so I can lead you to the new site. We’re finished with this hil .”

“Final y,” Ky says behind me in a voice so quiet only I can hear. “I was beginning to feel like Sisyphus.” I don’t know who Sisyphus is. I want to turn around and ask Ky, but I don’t. He taught Livy to write. Is he tel ing her his story, too? Did I trick myself into thinking I was special to him? Perhaps many girls know Ky’s story and have fal en for the gift of writing their names.

Even as I think these things I know they are wrong, but I can’t clear my mind of the sight of his hand guiding hers.

The Officer blows his whistle to dismiss us.

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