At the end of the hallway she turns and says, “Have a piece of cake for me, all right? The chocolate. It’s delicious.” She has been to the compound before. She remembered this hallway. She knows about the initiation process. My mother was Dauntless.
Me: *at a white persons house*
Friend: my moms making dinner.. Spaghetti with ketchup
Me: my mom said I gotta come home right now immediately
when i compare my grades with the ones of my friends and i’m better than them
my hunch was just confirmed that a white girl runs the “common black girl” twitter account
There is not a black person alive that wishes they were a teen in the 50s