America's POV:
I stared at the doors of the palace that lead to the gardens. All I could think about was when me a Maxon first met. I was on the verge of tears. Then I realized I still had a mission to do and looked around. Then my eyes landed on a person. He was as handsome as I remembered. Maxon. I was terrified of him seeing me. I took a few steps back then ran. I felt terrible. I was a rebel. His father did this to me. I ran to a part of the castle that I have never been to before. I reached a dead end. It turns out Maxon followed me. "America?" I didn't know if I wanted him truly knowing who I was because I am different. He probably doesn't love me any more so I just decided to. "Yes?" There was a hint of joy in his eyes. He explained that he wanted me to stay even if it was only for a couple days and I accepted. He took me to my old room and I was very happy to see it again. I fell onto my bed. My soft, comfy bed. Moments later I heard a knock on the door. "Come in." Marlee and Mary walked in. "America!" Marlee squealed. "Hi!" I said trying to be enthusiastic but failed. "What's wrong Ames?" "Too much to explain.." I wish I could tell her. "Maxon said he wants to speak with you around noon tomorrow, so you can sleep until 10:30 ok? I know you haven't been here for a while so I will let you sleep in." Mary said. I knew she could sense that something was wrong so she wanted to make me feel comfortable and happy here. I fell asleep dreading the next day.