Sara again, because I like her.
The first time Sara gets to leave District Six she feels like she could conquer the world. They’re in a slow, heavy cargo train hauling machinery to District Nine but she doesn’t care. Doesn’t care that everyone’s teasing her, that her bunk is a foot and a half from the ceiling because that’s the rookie spot, doesn’t care that she’s got graveyard shift unloading in Nine and she ought to be sleeping.
Doesn’t care because Madi smiled at her and motioned out the back with a jerk of her head, and they’re sitting up on the top of a boxcar watching the city disappear behind them and the rails gleam silver in the sunlight.