Heyo! So long since last time, I know, but my grades are dropping so that's sadly more important. So I decided to delete that funky weird chapter and if you don't know what I'm talking about, don't worry, you didn't miss out on anything. I'm currently co-writing a story with R Spark so be cool people and check that out!

This chapter is dedicated to Starry-eyed Dreamer 86 in The Hunger Game fandom for accepting my tribute in her SYOT.

I decided to do this today because tomorrow this fandom will be BLOWN UP with Allegiant things, so...

Writing music: The ballad of the Mona Lisa by Panic! at the Disco

Disclaimer: I don't own Divergent.

TRIS POV

He raises an eyebrow at the car that is driving away but doesn't say anything. I walk, dumping my backpack on the floor, and walk to the kitchen, following the mouth-watering smell.

I walk into the kitchen to see my mother turning around from the stew she's stirring.

"Ah, Beatrice. I trust you had a nice day, judging from that smile on your face. We're having guests over tonight, so go get ready and dress nice. You can tell me about your day over dinner," she smiles at me, and I smile back, turning to go up to my room. I take a shower and dress in a simple tunic, not wanting to get too fancy.

The majority of our "guests" are really just colleagues of my father, who always compliment me on being "such a pretty thing, and so nice too" no matter what I do.

A few hours later my mother calls me down for dinner, and I bound down the stairs, getting exactly what I expect. Marcus Eaton, town mayor, is once again standing in our living room. I almost blurt out a rude comment wondering why he's here considering he was here a few days ago, but I hold my tongue. I pray he doesn't remember the last time we met, but I'm fairly certain the alcohol that had been coming off his breath is proof enough. I know Tobias will not be here, since he said he never went with his father to dinners or meetings.

"Ah, Beatrice. Aren't you looking pretty this evening?" He comments, and I resist the urge to snort, instead opting for a polite smile. I descend the rest of the stairs, hearing voices from the kitchen. I look around the small living room, my father, Caleb, Marcus, and me are all here. My mother is all alone in the kitchen, so why is she talking to someone?

I slowly walk into the kitchen, and see my mother talking with a woman who looks vaguely familiar. I faintly recognize her as the mayor's wife, having seen her picture in the newspapers. Her smile looks forced and her eyes look tired, as if they have seen too much hardship.

I look to the kitchen table, where my usual place is taken by someone who is currently facing away from me, looking at the framed pictures on the wall. He stands up and touches a picture of me when I was 8, and I'm wearing my favorite raven necklace. I look at his shoes and see bright green shoelaces. I gasp and watch him turn around.

Tobias.

TOBIAS POV

I slowly open the door, and step in quietly, looking around to see any clues of Marcus. No broken glass on the floor, there's a good sign. I hear voices in the kitchen, and walk in to find my father and mother arguing. My mother is rarely home anymore, preferring to go on business trips then stay at home. I understand her motives completely, and I sometimes find myself wishing my father could send me off to boarding school.

They haven't seen me, so I contemplate backing out of the room before my mother looks over and sees me.

"Tobias!" she exclaims. "I had no idea you would be home so early! Well, it's just as well, you'll need to get ready. Your father has a business meeting tonight, and you and I are coming along. I believe Andrew has two children your age?" she babbles, and I tune her out, nodding a few times then mumbling something about a shower.

The scalding water does anything but soothe my scars, but I detest having any other kind of water. I dry myself off, walking into my room. It's completely black, with only a single blue glass sculpture sitting on my desk. I keep it there to remind me of tomorrow. The day when everything gets better, everything goes away, everything changes.

My father would scoff at the thought.

He believes in living for today and only today. I suppose that makes sense for him, not thinking of the jail time of tomorrow.

My mother announces we're leaving and I follow her out to the car my father is currently occupying. I used to think my mother was the saving grace of my parents, but she's just as bad as he is. She just leaves for months at a time, always promising the impossible. I've learned to not listen to her promises, but it gets harder and harder not to.

We arrive at a familiar looking house, but I dismiss the thought. All houses look the same anyway. We walk in and I watch as a kind-looking woman with beautiful blond hair that looks familiar greets us in. We walk into their kitchen, and I see a boy that I've seen at school in the living room. He glares at me briefly, but I ignore it.

In the kitchen, I sit down at the table and look at the framed pictures on the wall. They all look so happy, and a pang of sadness hits me when I realize I don't have that in my house. I hear voices in the living room, but I continue to let my eyes scan the array of pictures.

I'm looking at a familiar looking eight year old with a raven necklace when I hear a gasp. I turn around, and what I see shocks me.

Tris.

What does the Fox say?! Okay so I love that song, I'm sorry. Allegiant tomorrow! I'm in front of all of you, haha! France rules! So this is a really crappy chapter, I'm sorry. I feel like this story is turning horribly cliché, so if you guys feel the same way pleeeeaaaase tell me how to improve because I'm dying right now!

If this gets twenty reviews, I'll update tomorrow, if not... I'll probably update tomorrow anyway. Vacation rules! See you on the flip side;)

~Natacha