Third P.O.V

Beatrice Prior a.k.a Tris was at the elementary school. She was in her office eating during her lunch break. Tris works as a nurse in an elementary school. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't keep her head straight. Today was her mom's birthday (Dec 15) and she couldn't stop thinking about her. It has been two years since her parents and brother died in a car crash while coming to visit her for her birthday. It was that day that she turned 20 (now 22) and also the day she stopped celebrating her birthday.

Tris P.O.V

"Tris!" principal, Tori called.

"Yah." I say going outside my office which is in the main office.

"Sweetie, I know that today has been hard for you and I'm really sorry about that." Tori says patting my shoulders. Tori was the closest to a mother I had since my mom died. She knows almost everything about me which helps me when I need someone older than me for advice.

"It's okay Tori," I say.

"Why don't you go home now. I'll get someone to fill in for the day." I smile at her generosity. Tomorrow is Saturday so I'll have the weekend to relax.

"Thank you," I whisper and real quick hg her. I go back into my office and take my personal dairy, my purse, and coat. I call my friend ad tell her to pick me up early today. I wait for about 20 minutes in my office doing some last minute reports before I go outside. I go outside and spot my best friend Christina in her car waiting for me. Christina is another person who knows almost everything about me. I don't tell anyone everything about me because I don't like bearing others with my burden, something I learned growing up with my parents who were the most selfless people I ever knew. I walk and open the car door and get in.

"Hey Tris!" she says in her cheery voice.

"Hey Chris, how was your day?" I say.

"Pretty boring, but some of my other friends and I planned to meet together for lunch on Sunday. Wanna join. Please, please, pretty please." I am so glad she is a god driver, or we would for sure be in an accident.

"We'll see."

"So why did you call me to pick you up early?" Chris questions with her eyebrows rose up.

"Tori told me to take the rest of the day off seeing now disturbed I was today."

"Tris you need to let go. I am not saying that you need to forget your mom or anyone, all I am saying is that you need to move one," she says patting my knee. I slightly nod my head because I know she is right. But there is one thing that she doesn't know about the accident.

Flashback:

I was sitting in my parent's bedroom, curled up in a ball on my parent's bed. I still couldn't believe that they were really gone. It's been a week since the car accident took place and a week since I turned 20. Suddenly, I hear the bell ring. I go=et up from the bed and go to their attached bathroom. My face was blotched with tears, and my eyes were red. I wash my face with enough water so you can't see that I've been crying. I dry my face and go downstairs. I take a deep breath and open the door. In front of me, stand two male FBI agents standing in suits. One was in a black suit and the other in a blue suit. "Miss Prior I am Agent Benson and this is Agent Wilson. We have some information on your parents' accident." I stare at them confused as to what kind of information they could have.

"Please, come in." I say opening the door wider and let them in. They follow me into the living room while I go into the kitchen to get them some water. These were the little things that my parents taught me. I go into the living room to see the agents sitting on the couch with a file in Agent Wilson's hand. They stop talking when I come into the living room and sit up straighter. I see something along the lines of surprise cross their faces, but they were gone as soon as I saw them.

"Thank you Miss Prior." Agent Benson says. I give them a small smile and sit on the table that is in front of them. They put their water glasses aside and look at me with a serious expression. "When we were inspecting the accident we found this, and we were wondering if you knew him or saw him somewhere." Agent Wilson hands me a picture from the file. The picture showed a male in about his late 40's. He had a dark complexion compared to his hair which was blonde.

I shake my head, "No, I don't recognize him. Am I supposed to?" I ask while giving them the photo back.

"We think that you families' death was a murder not an accident.

End of Flashback

I snap out of my thoughts when Christina bumps me with her shoulder. "Earth to Tris!"

"Sorry, dozed off." I look up and see that we reached the apartments that I live in. I get out of the car and start to walk when she stops me by grabbing my right arm.

"When is your car coming back from the servicing guy?"

"Tomorrow afternoon, so do you mind dropping me there so I can get my car?"

"Yes but if you only agree to come to lunch with me. I really want you to meet the others." Chris says jumping up and down in her seat. I quietly laugh, shaking my head.

"Sure, but can I go now. Please, it is freezing out here." I say taking my left hand and rub my right hand with it to get the point across.

"Oh yes, of course." She releases me but before leaving shouts, "Okay, but we're going shopping tomorrow," and before I have the chance of saying anything, she drives off. I groan and start walking to the main doors.