A/N Hey. My first fanfic. Cross-fingers, read and review.

Chapter Playlist: Remembering Sunday by All Time Low

POV's: Tris

CHAPTER ONE

TRIS

The black tinted windows of my car were the only things that still separated me from the childhood memories. On either side of the road were the houses that I had probably memorized when I was still two, but now deem foreign. The GPS system stated that our house was only half a kilometre away so I stepped on it and after about 15 minutes, I have come to the end of a cul-de-sac and the huge automated iron gates opened. Rows of trees sprung up from the sides of the quite long pathway which would soon enough lead me to our house. My father had always wanted my brother and me to be never bored of the house (though I suspect he just does not want us to go out often) so a lot of "leisure activities" were built around the 90 acre expanse that was our residence. If I remember correctly, there are two tennis courts and one basketball court. A triangular structure peeked out from the spaces between the trees and I recognize the brown walls as the music room or as Caleb and I call it, "The Dome".

Basically, The Dome is a three floor structure wherein the first floor comprises of a somewhat dance studio bearing the fact that three walls are solely mirrors with bars structured around them. Second floor is just a collection of recording rooms with every possible instrument present. The top floor is just a makeshift music room styled as an old rec room with a fire place along with a mini bar well stacked with champagne, liquor and anything and everything. It's my favourite place of all since it has these phonographs and shelves upon shelves of vinyl records that I can listen to for hours on end.

Sometime when I was in Britain, I begged my dad to build a skating ramp next to the basketball court since a friend taught me how to skateboard and I loved it.

I parked my black Porsche at my designated section of the garage. I saw that mum's Mercedes M3 was there along with dad's Chrysler and Caleb's Audi. People would say that we're car freaks given the fact that I have a Porsche, and a Triumph motorcycle. My dad has two other Chryslers (God, he's addicted to those), while mum has another Mercedes. Well, it's just that they were perks from my mum and dad's jobs so…yup. My Lamborghini is still on the way from my recent win in one cross-country race I joined when I was in Europe.

I enter the house and see that they're having dinner. I was about to escape to my room when Caleb caught me.

"Beatrice! You're here. Come on, dinner," Caleb said whilst gesturing to the table. I grudgingly entered the room and kissed mum and dad by the cheek.

"Evening mum. Evening dad."

"Good evening Beatrice. Come on now, take a sit and let us have dinner. "

"So, tomorrow, the both of you shall attend the high school here," dad said halfway through dinner. I groaned internally since this was the topic that I have been avoiding during the whole trip from Britain. As usual, Caleb's eyes immediately lit up, while I just pushed peas around with my fork.

Dad continued, "You should be there by 8am and wear something…presentable. The principal will be meeting you."

And with that, we were dismissed from dinner.

"Aren't you just excited to go to school tomorrow?"

"Oh yeah, Caleb. Very,"I said. My family doesn't quite enjoy my sarcasm so I try my best to not slip. Keyword here being try.

"Beatrice, don't be like that. New place. New school. Time to move on."

"But I don't want to have a new anything. I was completely content in Britain."

"Oh, so is that why you wanted us to go ahead?"

When I was informed that we were leaving Britain for Chicago, a tiny part of me was quite happy but mostly I was enraged. I went ballistic and nearly screamed profanities at my parents. For fourteen years, mum and I lived in Britain because of her job. My first handful of years was…not so good but then Robert came along and I started liking and loving the British life. After a bit of convincing, I agreed but I told them to go ahead to Chicago, and I'll follow. The real reason as to why I wanted to be left in Britain for two days was because I wanted to say goodbye to Robert, but I don't dare tell Caleb that.

I just looked straight ahead and prayed that Caleb would let it slip. Amazingly, he did and we bid each other good night.