Chapter 1:
(Tris POV)
"Flight 9450, you have landed in Chicago. Please make sure to take all carry on items with you as you exist and have a great day!" I took a deep breath in as the flight attendant's announcement ended; still shocked at the fact that I had some how gotten back here. I loved my family, and my friends, you could even say I loved my small Chicago town (Rothsville); but I hadn't thought that I'd ever come back. I was nineteen when I moved out to New York. My dream was always to be a big time novelist, ever since I was six years old. On top of that, I had always craved to leave my small town. I wanted to experience new things, new culture, and to feel successful. At nineteen years old I received a job offer at Dauntless Publishing Inc. that would put me on the right track to do just that. I took the job and never looked back.
"Beatrice!" I turned around to the sound of my name. There stood my mother and father holding a welcome home banner and balloons. I ran over to them and was engulfed into their embrace. Comfort overtook me. I missed this. New York gave a lot to me, however it made me give up some things too.
"Where's Caleb?" I questioned. Caleb is my older brother by eleven months. We have always been very close, and have made a point to talk almost everyday since I had moved.
"He's at home," My father answered. "He wanted to be here but refused to leave Susan's side for longer than a second!" Susan is Caleb's wife who is due with their first child any day now. Susan and I are quite friendly because we grew up across the street from each other and were in the same grade in school.
"Of course! I almost forgot that Baby Prior is almost here!" I beam. My mother chuckled and shook her head.
"We better get going," She added. "Your brother is a nervous wreck and probably needs the comfort of us around him." I can't help but think of how selfless my mother always is as we make our way out to the car.
The car ride home is about an hour. That is an hour for me to sit and have my nerves build to an enormously high level of anxiety. I can't go home! When I left Rothsville five years ago, I broke a lot of hearts; including my own. I had a big group of friends, my family, and the love of my life. Oh Tobias… I love, no LOVED, not anymore! I loved him more than anyone or anything ever. Still to this day, nothing come close to how I felt for him. But when I got the offer I had to leave for New York right away. I had no time to say a proper to anyone, especially not him. I still remember that night before I left. We had a huge fight; I remember crying, begging him to come with me and him begging me to stay; to give up my dream, to give up everything for him. Neither of us could do what the other wanted, and so I left the next morning with a broken heart and never looked back. Five years I have avoid this town and everyone in it because Tobias broke my heart and I couldn't deal with that pain; until now.