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|Name:||Bᴇᴀᴛʀɪᴄᴇ [ᴛʀɪs] Pʀɪᴏʀ|
I sneak a look at my reflection when she isn’t paying
attention—not for the sake of vanity, but out of curiosity. A lot
can happen to a person’s appearance in three months. In my
reflection, I see a narrow face, wide, round eyes, and a long,
thin nose—I still look like a little girl, though sometime in the
last few months I turned sixteen. The other factions celebrate
birthdays, but we don’t. It would be self-indulgent.
I have never been carried around by a large boy, or
laughed until my stomach hurt at the dinner table, or listened
to the clamor of a hundred people all talking at once. Peace
is restrained; this is free.
I am selfish. I am brave.
I am Dauntless.