Entry 217
I hate him. He drives me crazy. Always showing me up, making himself better than me. But he knows and I know that he is not better than me. He can't be better than me. Because he is a Third.
He is a stupid, unlawful Third. He doesn't have the right to exist. It should be me wearing that monitor, being listened to and watched. And then I would get to go to battle school, and he wouldn't exist. It would be just me and my sister. Not him. Then everything would be good, and Valentine would be my friend instead of his.
He isn't any better than me. Why does he get to keep his monitor for so long? He's had it a whole year longer than I did. Why didn't I get chosen? I'm better than any Third, no matter how smart. I'd make a better commander than he ever would. He's a bugger lover. Can't kill a fly. I can kill. I can be the most brutal commander the world ever saw. Why didn't they pick me?
I could kill him. Valentine would know, but I could convince everyone else that I didn't know it would kill him. That it was a mistake. Then the government would stop thinking about him, and maybe even reconsider me.