Chapter 3


Crane went to his room. How was he supposed to find out if Rosethorn liked him, if she thought he hated her? He should write in his journal that always cleared his thoughts.

He reached into a drawer in his desk and pulled out the his diary. He
wrote-

Dear Diary,
I am in love with Rosethorn. There I said it. Is it wrong of me to love
her? Are we even allowed to marry? Whoa Crane. Don't get ahead of yourself.
She thinks you hate her. Maybe you should change her mind. Yeah, that what I'll do. Tomorrow I'll be nice to her.
Thank you,
Crane

He put his journal up, and went to go eat dinner.

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Rosethorn looked around the table. She loved the people she lived with. Tris could be tempermental, but Rosethorn felt connected to her in that way. Daja tried hard, and was a delightful girl. Sandry was a true noble, and she respected her for that. Briar-well he was Briar. And Lark? She was perfect.

"Rosethorn, why don't you say the Grace?" Lark asked.

Rosethorn nodded in agreement, and bowed her head as did the others.

"Oh Gods, please bless our food that you have given us today. Please
give it all the nourishments that we need to survive, and help us through the problems that we must face day after day." While she said the last part she couldn't help but think about her and Crane.

She sighed.

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