Young Tris.
If I sit down and think hard enough, I can remember the days when my father was a hero, my mother was the queen and my brother a saviour. That was a long time in the past, when the buildings were castles and adults were giants.
I didn't question life. Why I wasn't allowed to see my own reflection, shining back at me. Why I couldn't I play fight with the other children at school,why did the other children in the corridor get to we're clothes that shone every colour of the rainbow, whilst I was stuck in grey, the colour of grey and plainness.
But I was a obedient child and didn't question anything- what ever my mother said was correct. But as I grew up, went into my teenage years, I did something that I didn't see as rebellious, but the rest of society did.
All of this.
Because I was abnegation.
I was twelve when it happened.
At twelve I was starting to realise that my mother and father were not always correct- far from it. For years I was told that people from the factions wore such brightly coloured clothes because they were different. But that's not true.
Us abnegation are different.
I couldn't bear it, to be looked down upon because of who I was, where I came from and what I looked like.
So that's why I did it.
I ran away from home, clasping the mirror I knew mother kept. I ran and ran, past the places I visited everyday- school, my fathers work... Eventually I got to the meadow. It was beautiful and bright, so unlike me. I took the mirror and held it in front of me, it reflected a girl who looked strong brave but weak. I think it was me.
Although I had to wear the grey clothing, and I had to obey the rules of abnegation,I knew I was more than just my faction.
I was Beatrice Prior.
Grey on the outside, but luminescent on the inside, the rainbow reflecting all happiness every one showed.
I was Beatrice prior.
