No, no, no, no, no. There is no way I'm going on that zip line. It's......too high. And dangerous.
"Come on Zack!" My older brother yells from below.
"Pansycake, pansycake-" The other kids chant from below.
I slowly hook onto the zip line and start to fall. I went face first. Major mistake. As I gain momentum, my screams get lost in the wind and I lose control. Not of the zip line but of myself. I reach around frantically, and as I near the end I detach myself from the zip line. How could I think this would be any better? I thought as I continued to fall, only this time I was free falling. Luckily I was only ten feet or so off the ground, but I still hear a sickening crunch as I hit the concrete covered in overgrowth.
"My shoulder!" I wail as my brother runs towards me.
"Idiot! What were you thinking! You could have died!" Jon snarls, but I can tell how worried he was about me.
I just lie there and moan, my arm to my shoulder, as Jon throws me over his non-probably-fractured-or-dislocated shoulder.
"Dad is gonna kill you. And me, for that matter. I can't wait for the day when you pick a faction you actually belong in. Stupid little pansycake." Jon doesn't look me in the eye, he's too ashamed.
He lugs me back to the train, and to the Dauntless complex. At the hospital thy say I dislocated my shoulder, twisted my ankle, and broke ny leg. My dad spends the night yelling and scolding me, saying how stupid and cowardly i am. I've heard these things before. Many, many times.