Hi everyone this is a Divergent fan fiction meaning the characters, places ect. belong to the wonderful Veronica Roth. The only thing that belongs to me is the story ideas for this book.
I hope you enjoy ;)
-TrisGraceEverdeen
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It was dark and raining outside. The time was 12:24 p.m. when I found out my parents had died. The officials told my brother Caleb and I that they were hit in the back by a truck in the back of the car and since the roads were so slippery my parents hit the in front of them which instantly killed them.
I felt numb all throughout my body. I just couldn't believe that they were actually gone. Caleb cried all night, but I just sat there numb.
They told us that we had to move to Chicago to live with an aunt we had never heard of before, Aunt Tori. Both my brother and I have never been to Chicago before, all our lives we have just lived in this little town in Maryland.
"Come on Beatrice don't want to be late for the flight." Caleb yells from downstairs.
Today is September 29th which means moving day.
"I'm coming Caleb!" I yell back at my brother. I grab my suitcase with all my stuff in it and a picture of both my parents making lovey dovey eyes at each other, I stuff it in one of the suitcase pockets. I walk out of my used to be room and head for the stairs. My hand that doesn't have the suitcase glides across the bumpy white walls.
All the memories come back to me. From birthdays to family fun time to late night talks ect.
When I finally get downstairs Caleb is leaning against the wall drinking a cup of coffee.
"Ready?" He asks looking at me.
"Yes." I barely whisper. I look at the cream tiled floor knowing that this is going to be my last time ever seeing it again. Caleb gabs my suitcase that I brought down and he takes it outside to the cab that's waiting for us.
I look around the downstairs for the last time. Suddenly everything hits me, my parents are dead and are never coming back.
I drop to my knees and start to sob heavily.
'I'm never going to see my parents again,' I think 'I'm never going to have girl talks with my mom and long lectures from my dad,' my sobs become louder 'I'm never going to sit around the table with my parents and eat dinner with them while we make jokes about one another and laugh together,' I can barely breathe now by how heavily my sobs are now 'I'm never-.'
"Oh Beatrice." My brother comes in the house and falls to the floor right next to me. He hugs me and I hold on to him like I am going to lose him.
"Shh, Shh, Beatrice everything is going to be alright," He coos in my ear. It calms me down enough to get me to stop crying and get in the cab.
As my brother closes the door for me, I look at the house that I grew up in for seventeen years. I start to fill that harsh feeling of my parents never coming back and I quickly push to the far back of my mind not wanting to have a breakdown in front of the cab driver.
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Chapter 1
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