I love 'Harry Potter.' I'm a huge nerd - I would dress up if I could.

I am his, and he is mine, and it has been that way all along.

I try to catch my breath and calm myself down, but it isn't easy. I was dead. I was dead, and then i wasn't, and why? Because of Peter? Peter? I stare at him. He still looks so innocent, despite all that he has done to prove that he is not. His hair lies smooth against his head, shiny and dark, like we didn't just run for a mile at full speed. His round eyes scan the stairwell and then rest on my face. "What?" he says. "Why are you looking at me like that?" " How did you do it?" I say.

Can you tell me where to find Tobias'? I ask. When I imagine his face, affection for him bubbles up inside of me and all I want to do is kiss him. 'Four, I mean. He's so handsome, isn't he? I don't really understand why he likes me so much. I'm not very nice, am I?' -Tris

I am fed up. I am fed up with tears and weakness. But there isn't much I can do to stop them.

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

Then everyone can call you Six.” “Four and Six,” I say.