I get the strange urge to hit my head against the wall. Other people's sobs make me feel uncomfortable.

I look up, and stop breathing. Eyes glitter in the darkness. Dark shapes sit in the car, more numerous than we are. The factionless.

Eyes open, then," I say, tapping the skin between my eyebrows. I don’t really need her eyes to be on mine, but I feel better when they are.

No factions? A world in which no one knows who they are or where they fit? I can't even fathom it. I imagine only chaos and isolation.

Choices can be made again." -Evelyn Johnson (Eaton)

Are you asking me to undress, Tris?' A nervous laugh gurgles from my throat. 'Only ... partially

I used to go outside every day and invent these elaborate worlds and scenarios in my head, and when I grew too old for playing pretend, I started to write everything down instead.