Hi this is my very first fanfic and so please ignore a few spelling mistakes I didn't have time to edit. Anyways I hope you like it and I will update usually once in two days at most two weeks.
I look out the window as we pass the giant iron gates into the 90 acre plantation all my childhood memories come back. I remember that when I was little my brother, Caleb and I used to race each other around the pool. This place has changed a bit since the last time I was here which was when I was like 5 or 6. This was my birth place Chicago, but when I was five -my mother, Natalie Prior is a model/Fashion Designer and my father, Andrew Prior who is a world famous scientist- my father had to move to London to work there so we left when I was five and when I was about 10 years old my dad had to move again so Caleb and him left to San Francisco. My mother couldn't go because she started her own company of fashion design.
This place has changed since then. There's a basketball court, skate park-in London one of my maids daughter taught me- that I begged dad to put and of course he said yes because he doesn't want us to get bored of the house although I'm pretty sure it's because he wants us to stay inside the plantation as much as possible. There's a dome like building. The first floor has a game room, second floor has a library (mainly for Caleb) and the third floor -which is my favorite place in the entire plantation- is the music room. As my dad parks the car in the garage, I see my all of 8 of my dad's BMW gone -he's obsessed with them-, my moms black Porsche, my brothers silver Audi, and my red Ferrari.
I walk into the house through the French doors into the living room. This place has kinda changed just some things my mom added but for the most part it's the same.
I try to avoid dinner and just go to my room but Caleb catches me before that. "Hey Beatrice dinners ready mom and dad are cooking this time" he says. I nodded and went to the kitchen with him.
It's funny seeing mom and dad cooking especially dad, because they don't cook much. Dad always goes by the cookbook and tries to act like a chef were as mom tries to go with her instincts and what she's learned from when she was young.
"Beatrice, Caleb dinners ready" my mom calls out and we go into the dining room. I don't know why we have so many chairs there's like ten on each side plus another two on sides. Dad says it's for when he have meetings here but seriously is he really gonna have 22 PEOPLE over for dinner.
"So you two will be going to divergent high school tomorrow" my dad tells."Caleb your in all AP classes and Tris you AP in History, Science, and Math. That's about all I need to explain to you" "oh and please Be on time" I'm so excited for school I haven't been to school since I was 10. I've been home schooled for six years. After dinner I went to room. It looks different from before it used to be pink but now its white, grape purpleish color, and a hint of black. ( . the second one elegant art deco ) I like it it seems more like me right now except more... Rich looking. and with that I went to sleep