Christa
I dress in a long gray abnegation shirt.
I have to roll it up so many times,
So it will look regular on my shape.
I have my mothers structure.
Short and lean.
Long limbs,
Brittle fingers, that have cuts around
The nail, from biting them.
My fathers eyes.
A pale hazel, leaning towards the green more than brown.
My thoughts surround Tris,
Why is she so small like me?
I think of myself as a smaller repluca of her.
We both look identical,
Wearing grey.
Same colored eyes.
Thin, and small.
Our golden hair, pulled into a knot.
She has features like Karen.
My mother.
I frown.
We've made a plan to escape.
"We have to meet up with other people." I add.
"Well do you know of any?"
"Yeah, but they are kind of....."
"What?" She says smoothly
"Erudite... Know-it-alls." I grin
"Better than Candor." She says.
I find that to be so true.
Candor has no filter, they blurt out whatever comes to their minds
Making them so inconsiderate.
Making me dislike them with a passion.
"Agreed." I smile
"Well, our future awaits us." I sing.
And I lead the way.
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