Free Four: Tobias Tells the Divergent Story (Divergent, #1.5)

by Veronica Roth

This was the first place I ever felt strong. Every time I breathe this air I feel it again.

All except her, with her deliberate movements, her blond head slipping between the shoulders of taller initiates. She doesn’t try to look comfortable with the blades balancing on her palms, and that is what I like about her, that she knows these weapons are unnatural yet she finds a way to wield them.

Still, it takes more bravery for Al to say no than for Eric to force him to get a knife to the back of the head, which is something Eric will never understand.

I feel like someone is pressing me into a mold that does not fit my body, forcing me into the wrong shape.

She may have left them, but they are what’s making her strong.

She is small but strong, and her bright eyes demand attention. Looking at her is like waking up.

I can’t leave now. I like her too much. There, I said it. But I won’t say it again.