"There is one mirror in my house. It is behind a sliding panel in the hallway upstairs."

The twangy sound of pages being flipped was the only sound that could be heard from one upstairs bedroom on 21 Seasons Street as Ally Kay became immersed in her book. She snuggled comfortably into her bed and continued to read, oblivious to the outside world.

"Our faction allows me to stand in front of it on the second day of every third moth, the day my mother cuts my hair."

The stack of pages on the right side of the book, the pages until the end, grew smaller and smaller as the girl continued to devour the story, filled with the peculiar feeling that reading an especially good book will give you. It's not a bad feeling, just a conflicting one. That comes from the wish to both finish and never be done with your tale. It also feels like a warm blanket, and a hug on a bad day, and a small, mischievous smile, and getting just the grade you hoped for on a test, and sinking into a comfortable seat. It is the feeling of everything clicking into place, everything being right in the world.

It is the feeling of contentment.

"We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, the courage that drives one person to stand up for another."

Ally's eyes scanned the pages, moving faster and faster until there was only one page left.

"I suppose that now, I must become more than either."

With a sigh, Ally shut the book with a dull thud. She stared at the cover, the fiery emblem against the stormy-sky background. She needed the sequel. Now. Right away.

But she wasn't done with this book yet.

She felt some sort of loyalty to it, some sort of attachment, like she was obligated to at least look back over it before she moved on. She wondered if that would dull the sadness of finishing it.

Ally opened the book again, flipping to a random page.

"We're going to slide down a steel cable in a black sling from one thousand feet up."

She smiled. The zip line scene.

"I wish I could do that," Ally said aloud. "I wish I could zip line with the Dauntless."

Suddenly, the book's pages began to turn, all on their own. Ally jolted back. The pages flicked past each other faster and faster until they reached the end. The book snapped shut. Then it rose up in the air, hovering over Ally's lap, and opened to the exact page she had been on. The words began to spiral out of the page, and Ally watched, wide-eyed, as they swirled around her, enveloping her in a vortex of verses until everything went black.