I am wearing a gray shirt, blue jeans, black shoes--new clothes, but beneath them, my Dauntless tattoos. It is impossible to erase my choices. Especially these.

Psyche you out?" I repeat. "I'm your FRIEND. I wouldn't do that." He doesn't say anything. I can tell he doesn't believe me-not quite.

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

It must be because you're so approachable", I say flatly. "You know, like a bed of nails." He stares at me, and I don't look away. He isn't a dog but the same rules apply. Looking away is submissive. Looking him in the eye is a challenge. It's my choice. Heat rushes into my cheeks. What will happen when this tension breaks? But he just says, "Careful, Tris.

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

Now she looks pale and small, but her eyes make me think of wide- open skies that I have never actually seen, only dreamed of.

I'm Divergent. And I can't be controlled.