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"Tris!" Caleb shouts. "Dad's here!"

I look out my window and see my dad's familiar, worn Acura pull up in the driveway.

I hesitate.

After posting my blog entry yesterday, I'd thought about seeing my dad again. The last time I'd seen him had been the day before moving to Chicago …

Flashback …

"Bye Caleb!" Dad said, as he captured my brother in a bear hug. "I'll miss you! Remember, I'm coming back on the fourteenth of December. Big marketing retreat. I'm sorry, son." He glanced at me sharply.

"And you, Beatrice, you behave and listen to your mother, do you understand?" he asked sternly.

I rolled my eyes. "Like I would ever," I replied. "Once you're gone, it'll be my house! Not yours, not Mom's, mine! Take that!"

A wave of concern flashed over Andrew Prior's face. "Beatrice Prior, I will hear about it if you misbehave. You're done with warnings."

"Hell, like I care," I responded. "What can you do to me?"

He seemed at a loss for words, then, pecking Mom on the cheek, he rushed out the door with his suitcase.

"Gotta go! See you all on the fourteenth!" he called.

I rubbed my hands together in anticipation. "Oh, yeah. The party is just starting."

End of Flashback …

How – how – could I have been so rude and not noticed it? How?

"Coming, Caleb!" I call.

I run downstairs. I'm wearing blue jeans and a Roth High sweatshirt I got in the mail last night. No makeup. My dad hates it. When he's home, he likes to have the members of his family casual. He says he goes to work too much, and he tries to take advantage of the fact that when he's home, he gets to be relaxed.

My dad unlocks the door with his key.

"Caleb, Beatrice, Natalie!" he calls. "I'm home!"

Caleb runs and hugs my dad, Andrew Prior. "Dad, you're back! How was your trip?"

"Great," Andrew replied. "I got a lot of work done and I got a pay raise of one fifty bucks! My boss told me I could take the day off tomorrow! Where's Natalie?"

I run up the stairs silently, letting my mom and Caleb enjoy the reunion with Dad.

I peer down over the banister and see my mom kissing my dad, Caleb smushed in the middle of them. I want to laugh, but the sight of my father is sobering me.

My father is a lawyer. He's an incredibly good one, as he is slick with words and meanings. He is usually away from home, because his clients hire him from overseas and he has to go to court across the ocean to defend them and stuff. The reason we moved to Chicago, in fact, was because his hugest client required him to be at hand at all times, except when he was going away for other clients. I still don't know who the hugest client is, the one that we had to move practically across the country for.

But my father is the discipliner of the family. He will not hesitate to punish me for my behavior. Caleb never gets a punishment. He's the nice one. But I'm the spoiled brat, and so my father will reprimand and discipline me, with no effect.

And that is why I am scared of my father now. I have no idea how I will tell him that I am no longer a spoiled brat.

Because … Who am I?

"Where's Beatrice?" I hear my father saying strictly. "Is she outside without permission, or holed up in her room not listening to anyone? Natalie, has she been nice while I was gone?"

My mom sighs. "Andrew, honey, she's … she's in her room."

I run to my room, but I can still hear my father's booming voice.

"Answer my question, Natalie. Has she been good and nice?"

"Very," Natalie says, and I can hear the smile in her voice. "Tris has been beautifully wonderful."

"Her name is Beatrice," my father grunts. "Has she tricked you into calling her Tris?"

"No, it's just what she likes … and we're parents, so we're supposed to accommodate that."

"Natalie, my bride, have you met our daughter? That is her whole philosophy. Don't let her stomp on you. You are brave, you are strong, and you are my wife. You are vigilant. Don't let Beatrice ruin your life. You're worth so much more than that. Don't let her crush you."

Tears begin to well up in my eyes. This is what my own father thinks of me. Don't let Beatrice ruin your life. Don't let her crush you.

"No, Andrew, you don't understand," my mom says quickly. "Caleb, will you excuse us, please?"

"Sure," Caleb says, and runs up the stairs towards me.

"Shh," I whisper, and gesture down to my parents. Caleb's eyes light up in understanding and he nods. He joins me in eavesdropping.

"No, Andrew, Tris has changed, you have to believe me," Natalie pleads. "Don't punish her for anything. She is who she is. She is good."

"Natalie, it's okay. I'm here with you. Don't be afraid of Beatrice. I'll make sure she gets what she deserves."

"Stop it!" my mom shouts. I've never heard her shout before. It's kind of scary. "Just … just stop! Tris has changed! She's not spoiled anymore! Use your damned sense!"

I choke on my laughter. Caleb covers my mouth forcibly.

"Shut up, sis," he hisses.

My dad's face is priceless. He just stands there and gapes.

"Look, I'm sorry," my mom backtracks hastily. "But Tris is OK now. There's nothing to worry about anymore. She's great."

"Mm-hmm," my dad says, not believing her at all.

"Just believe me – Andrew" –

My dad yells, "Beatrice, I'm home!"

I glance at Caleb. He gives an encouraging nod, and I walk downstairs solemnly.

"Well, look who came down to greet me," he says sternly. "Beatrice, did you behave?"

I raise my hand up in front of my face in mock self-defense. "Whoa, there, Mr. Kindergarten Teacher. Just because I'm nice now doesn't mean I'm five years old."

My dad just stares.

I glance at my mom. She gives me an encouraging nod, just like Caleb did, and I hug my dad awkwardly.

"Welcome home … Father," I whisper. "I missed you."

"Beatrice?" he asks, confused.

"It's … Tris," I sigh, and wrap my arms around him tighter.

Slowly, he relaxes and hugs me back. "But … I don't get it."

"I was a bully," I say simply. "Now I'm not."

My father pulls away from me. "But … Beatr – I – I mean Tris – wh – why – how" – He gestures around helplessly. "You?" He makes a "what" sign with his hands, palms up.

"Dad, look, I know it's a lot to take in, but you just gotta trust me," I say softly. "I've changed."

My dad breathes hard. "Wait – but – I don't get it," he stammers again. "So … you're not spoiled anymore? You're not rude, or obnoxious, or the most disobedient, uncaring daughter, or an embarrassment to be around" –

"Yeah, yeah, we got it at rude," I say. "You are good at encouraging my ego."

My dad gives a dry laugh. "Beatrice – I mean Tris – that is the best news I've ever heard, then."

"Dad, look, I'm sorry," I say regretfully. "And … well, here. I wanted to give you this."

I hand him a newly finished card that I had made for myself. His mouth drops open in shock as he reads it out loud.

"Beatrice (Tris) Prior. Get to know me at my blog, the Tris Prior Blog – See you soon!" He glances up at me. "Bea – I mean Tris – what is this? You have a blog?"

"Yeah – I, um, had it for a, um, a pretty long, long time, but I never really used it. I'm starting it up again and deleting my other social platforms – you know, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, the like."

My dad cracks a smile. "Well, whaddya know. Why'd you decide to do that?"

"I feel like if people really want to know me, they'll go to my blog. If they're interested enough in the person I am now, and not the person I once was, they'll look me up specifically, not just browse in the recommended topics of Twitter." I'm lying through my teeth. There's another big, big reason I'm changing to my blog, but I don't want anyone to know about it. Hence the "innocent" excuse.

My dad seems satisfied. "Well, all right then." He hugs me tightly. "I just want you to know … Tris … that I love you so much."

I smile. "I love you too, Dad," and I hug him back.

Caleb and my mom join in the hug, and we laugh and cry a bit and talk about random family stuff, all huddled up.

As a family.

Awww, they're a family. Let me know what you folks think in the review box down below! I have a nice plot planned out for the next chapter. There's so much drama in everything! -)

Be brave.