“Come on, Insurgent,”
“Insurgent,” he says. “Noun. A person who acts in opposition to the established authority, who is not necessarily regarded as a belligerent.” I look at Fernando. The last time I broke into a faction’s headquarters, I did it with a gun in my hand, and I left bodies behind me. I want this time to be different. I need this time to be different. “I like it,” I say.
“Insurgent. It’s perfect.”
HELLO, AND WELCOME BACK TO THE SECOND BOOK OF THE DIVERGENT, INSURGENT.
Page 1: Will is dead. Tris finally realizes. WOW.
The first 100 pages: Tris. Just Tris.
Caleb frowns at him. “How old are you, anyway?”
“And you don’t think you’re too old to be with my little sister?”
SHUT UP CALEB
↑ Tris be like:
“…under a set of conditions. The first is that no weaponry of any kind is allowed on the compound.”
You’re kidding me right?
↑ Jack Kang.
↑ PETER’S DEBT-THEORY
AND NOW FOR THE PLOT TWISTS.
I think Caleb is taking this “Faction before Blood” thing too far.
WAIT WAIT WAIT. WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE WITH THE REAL PETER
Okay. That’s all for now. I forgot A LOT, BUT IM NOT SUPPOSED TO BE ON THE COMPUTER RIGHT NOW AND ILL ADD MORE LATER SO CHECK TOMMOROW