“So, I finished Allegiant.”
She lets out a deep sigh. Her voice is already quieter than I’m used to and now she’s not saying anything at all.
I sit and listen as the silence bridges the distance between my school parking lot and her snacking spot at Grandma’s.
“It wasn’t even that Tris died; it was Tobias’s reaction to it.”
Interesting, we’ve talked about how she hates when they call him by this name. “His name is Four,” she says.
We’ve talked about how his voice in the third book doesn’t fit with who the first two books taught as to expect. “He’s such a sissy,” she says.
Now she’s calling him “Tobias” and telling me how his reaction to the tragic ending of the third in the Divergent Series upset her so much she didn’t even feel like reading anymore after that.
What was it about his reaction?
I’ll find out in a bit. I’m sure she’ll have more to say as we drive home. Though if she had her way, we’d go back to my school. You see, my copy of Four is tucked away on the shelf in my office there, and she needs it to feel whole again.
I am participating in the 11th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge (#SOLSC18) hosted by Two Writing Teachers. We write each day in March as part of an international writing community. I appreciate any comments, especially those that
- reinforce writing decisions that work and
- coach into those that don’t.
Think of each comment you leave as a little writing conference we are having together. Come on, make me a better writer today! Thank you!