Artisticbooknerd22

I shivered. Even though the coldness of the metal chair seeped through my clothes and into my skin that was not the reason. I glanced over at Four. He has on a black shirt and black pants the trails of a tattoo at his neck. I followed the dark lines inked onto his skin until they reached the worn collar of his shirt. The Dauntless always intrigued me. While my faction would be inside reading, accumulating as much knowledge as we could, the Dauntless would be wooping and joking around. I've always wanted to be a part of that, all I have to do now is get through this. I rest my head back and my black hair I've always loathed falls from my face