A/N: This is my fanfiction so it may be a bit rubbish! I wanna give some credit to BonnieSilver888 for helping me! Thanks xo
Tris's POV:
I woke up from my deep slumber when I heard a commotion not far from me. I turned my head to discover that people were auctioning off my personal belongings. Yes, I live on the streets(in case you were wondering). Oh wait, I forgot. My name is Beatrice Prior but call me Tris. I may be an orphan, I may not be... You see, my parents. Natalie and Andrew and my older twin brother were involved in a car collision but the thing is... their bodies weren't found! Because of this misfortune, Marcus Eaton, a rich stuck up businessman took away my home, this left me broken-hearted especially when I thought he and my dad were best mates!(Emphasis on the "were")
I sighed as they auctioned off my old blanket. I would never forgive 'Uncle' Marcus for taking away my home.
I caught the eye of a blue-eyed young man sitting down beside his father. His name was Tobias. He was very anti-social, but I had caught him looking at me often. Then the last thing was auctioned off, and the Eaton's went into my home and shut my door, and I could imagine Tobias entering Caleb's room and shutting the door, and Marcus taking over my parents' bed... I blinked back tears and went back into the deserted yard to sleep before the gang came.
"The gang" was a group of kids, headed up by Eric, who beat up on homeless people. I tried to retire before they came, but lately they had come at any time. They paid me special attention as "the new homie", attention I wish I didn't have.
I sighed again and went to sleep... only to be prodded awake by a baseball bat at 2am.