SOL#10 book blog

Divergent by Veronica Roth. Part one

Beatrice lives in Abnegation, one of the five factions. she has just turned 16 and must decide where she wants to go. Amity, the peaceful. Erudite, the intelligent. Candor, the honest. Dauntless, the brave. or stay in Abnegation (the selfless) with her family. Each person, whenever they turn 16 must go through a test no one knows what the test will be like but they know they must do it. Beatrice Does the test but her tests results are inconclusive, making her Divergent. The next day at the choosing ceremony, She chooses to leave her family and become dauntless where they leap on and off of moving trains and fight all day. she meets a girl named Christina who becomes her friend and also makes an enemy, Peter. Her trainer is Four a mysterious boy only a little older than her. Once joined in to Dauntless, she changes her name to Tris, trying to leave behind her past life in Abnegation.      

SOL#9 march 9th

I breath in a long breath. there is a feeling in the pit of my stomach that i am trying to ignore, i should`t be scared nothing will happen. its going to be fine. why are are you even scared, i keep telling and asking myself these things but the heavy feeling will not subside. I am standing, frozen, a few yards from the shore and the water rises and falls dramatically around me. My board bumps against my legs and my pals are wet with sweat and salt water. my hair is drying in to salty curls as it always does when i get it in the ocean.I had just rode a wave in and  decided to go back out when i HUGE wave came down way to big to catch "DIVE, DIVE" My dad shouts i stand there paralyzed with fear for a minuet before throwing the board aside and dive or rather take a big breath and tuck the water pulls me in to itself I am shaking, salt water fills my mouth and stings on my face. I shove my hand up and grasp only air, witch for once is a good thing. I am pushed by the wave out on to the edge of the water and somehow the board is still attached to my wrist. and that is why i am not out in the thicket of waves instead, i am walking on to the shore to take this annoying wet suit off.      

SOL#8 march 8th

"hhhhhhhhhmmmmmmm-click-hhhhhhhmmmmm-click-hhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmm-click-hhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmm-click. the sewing machine slowly punctures the fabric and pulls the thread trough as I watch it carefully so that my stitches stay on the edge of the black fabric that is printed the russian stacking dolls. I don`t know what to make so I decide to make a basic pillow... after about an hour of sewing, stuffing, modifying, adding, and face timing my friends, I am satisfied. Soon I find myself Running out the door and walking out to car. the air swirling around me and the warm breez feels nice. I am trying to enjoy my last day of weekend.

SOL #7 march 7th

" And blackout" David says it is the middle of the day of rehearsal and I am tired... Suddenly I hear my que line and hurry on stage, I meet eyes with my fellow caters that share the scene and we disappear behind the heavy black drapes. A few minuets later our music starts and we count the seconds until we slowly curve on to the stage and then sit in the corner, our backs pressed against the hard wooden pump as we say our lines and I cut up a paper doll. the bright lights blare in to my eyes and make it hard to see things past the edge of the carpet and the audience is completely shadowed out. Then we exit the stage and walk back to our corner on the risers and continue talking.

SOL#6 March 6th

Squuuiiiiiisssshhh, the sound reaches my ears as I try to wrench my riding boot out of the super thick and sticky mud. "ssssiiigggghhhh" my boot is covered with mud.  I try to dodge the tufts or red hair flying of of Napoleon while still being close enough to brush him. We can't ride today because the ring is made up of ice and snow. It is weirdly warm out and the sun feels good. I feel so tired and I wish the day would be over...

SOL #5 march 5th

I dont know what to write,

the keys feel like heavy stones as inside my head is full of groans.

 I don`t  know what to write.

My skin crawls and all I cane see is walls, blocking the gate of what my creativity can make,

I don`t know what to write,

 Now look, I have found something to write, and my imagination flies like a kite.

I don't know what to write.

 And now it is the end and this poem has been condemned. I didn't know what to write.

SOL #4 march 4th

"WWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHEEEEEEEE!!!!" I shout, my super short hair bowing behind me, and loud theme music playing all around me I have have a huge smile plastered to my face as me and my mom fly up and down on the dumbo ride, yes its in disney world and my first time. I stare at the big plastic dumbo ears pretending to blow in the wind and look at the hard seat in the middle of his back, "why are we sitting inside him?" I wonder but that thought is quickly replaced by excitement as the ride ands and we move on to the teapots! (yes this was a long time ago so I was very little)