Hey guys I just want to let Ya'll know that I havent abandoned this story! Actually I'm right in the middle of writting a LONG chapter for Chapter 3 in wait...TRIS' POV! Because I know yall want it badly ! So it's been taking me awhile to write it because I want to make it long and good for you guys. so in honor of your patience and for 11 REVIEWS! THANK YOU! I have given you a teaser for the next chapter! and the more you review the more I write and give things like this out! :) Beware there will be numerous mistakes because I havent really proof read it yet ! SO ENJOY Its going to be a bit boring but I have a feeling yall are going to be a bit curious at the end of this teaser.
After Tobias told me his parents were on board with the trip idea, I immediately began planning. I have no idea of where to start though. I've been to europe once because my family did a service project in the middle of nowhere out in France but I didn't get to do anything interesting while I was there. So I decided to go and ask my mom on where we should go since she's been there countless of times before I was born.
As I approach her office, which is located near the far left end of the house, I notice how focus she looks when she's reading. Her brows furrow when a part in the book gets her thinking, her lips are set pursed, but all in one quick movement are slightly ajar as the part of the book passes. She looks so peaceful when she reads, as if she has escaped the reality that surrounds her and the book puts off a forcefield to protect herself from getting slipped back into the real world.
But like the idiot I am when it comes to trying to be quiet I stubbed my toe on the door frame of her office and the force filed that was once surrounding her has disappeared and I have made my presence in her reality-like world.
"Yes, dear?" She asks as I make my way to the green plush chair that's opposite to office is really comfy to most when you study its features more than once. Little knick-knacks gather themselves on the shelves that surround the room repeatedly. Her desk is completely black with a matching chair, but has a nice crimson red plush pillow that lies on the chair to bring out the pop in the room. She has a seperate sitting area in which she and I are in at the moment that includes a ivory green love seat from the 40's with a black coffee table in the center and two matching arm chairs oppostie to the love seat.
I can tell she was a bit startled that I made an appearance in this once cozy room for me because I rarely come in here anymore ever since the accident, but that's a different story for a different time.
