. THE FAULT IN OUR DIVERGENCE . 16 . Canada . Dauntless . Invalid . Glader . Moroi . ShadowHunter . Half-Blood . Tribute . Nerdfighter . Alpha . Aberration . Host . Lunar . Uncured . Wallflower . Blue . Fangirl . Forever shipping scissac . Keep adventuring and stay not a grown up .
At the end of the hallway she turns and says, “Have a piece of cake for me, all right? The chocolate. It’s delicious.” She has been to the compound before. She remembered this hallway. She knows about the initiation process. My mother was Dauntless.
“My spirit. This is a new thought. I’m not sure exactly what it means, but it suggests I’m a fighter. In a sort of brave way. It’s not as if I’m never friendly. Okay, maybe I don’t go around loving everybody I meet, maybe my smiles are hard to come by, but i do care for some people.”
run like your life depends on it. because it does. (x)
I open my eyes and thrust my arm out. My blood drips onto the carpet between the two bowls. Then, with a gasp I can’t contain, I shift my hand forward, and my blood sizzles on the coals.
I am s e l f i s h. I am b r a v e.
H e n c e f o r t h and f o r e v e r m o r e this pageant shall be known asThe Hunger Games
And a traitor.
But at the moment, I don’t care. Not what he says, or who he says it for, only that he is still capable of speech.