She smiles.Her teeth are crooked. If I knocked them out,I might be doing her a favor.

I want to cry because something terrible happened, and I saw it, and I could not see a way to mend it.

Everything inside me screams for just one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more.

I'm going to stop a revolution,'' I say. I turn right, and Peter follows me.

I slowly realized that perfectionism just not that important. What's more important is to try to love the people around you. Whatever that means at a particular time is the best you can do.

How strange that something so simple could have been instrumental in my decision to ruin one of my most relationships and friendships, and damage another.

What's your name? Um... Think about it. You don't get to pick again. Tris.