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.
Veronica RothWe believe in bravery. We believe in taking action. We believe in freedom from fear and in acquiring the skills to force the bad out of our world so that the good can prosper and thrive. If you also believe in those things, we welcome you.
Veronica RothCruelty does not make a person dishonest, the same way bravery does not make a person kind.
Veronica RothLooks like someone had a mood swing.โ She rolls her eyes. โLike you donโt want to know what his fears are. He acts so tough that heโs probably afraid of marshmallows and really bright sunrises or something.
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