Tris' POV
I watch as the light streams through the window. A longing runs through my body, I reach for the window. I feel like I am missing a part of myself, a part that can only be found in a forest.
"Beatrice when I get up there you'd better be ready!" Mother called. Mother always yells at me, but she smiles at the men. I've seen it.
Quickly I jump up smoothing down my skirt. Mother doesn't approve of sitting on the floor. The door slowly clicked open. I look up startled as I see a piece of Mother's blond hair and freeze. Mother comes into the room and looked me up and down.
"Beatrice! You are not ready!" Mother yelled yanking my brush from my desk. "You know there is a bachelor coming here!"
"It isn't like they are coming for me." I forced out the words, gritting my teeth as Mother yanked the brush the brush through my hair.
Mother sighed when she looked at the clock on the wall before handing me the brush, leaving the room. I run the brush through my hair and put it on my desk.
A knock drifts up through the house. Quietly I peak downstairs, he looked like any other bachelor, but there was a boy standing next to him. The boy looked at the stairs, as if sensing my presence. His deep ocean blue eyes capture my grey-blue ones.
I hear my mother's soft laugh, realizing that I was staring. Sighing I duck behind the corner, wishing for Dad… I mean Father. Unwillingly I wonder who the tall dark haired boy is, sliding down as I wait for my Que.
"He he I almost forgot," Mother says the lines for what felt like the millionth time. "I would like to introduce my daughter, Beatrice."
Sighing I stand up smoothing my skirt. Forcing a smile as I enter. I say pleasantly, "Please call me Tris, and welcome to our home.