The Legacy

by persephonewithapen

Tris Prior doesn't know what to think when the prestigious powder blue letter from school turns up on her doorstep two weeks before summer vacation. The letter is an invitation to a mysterious summer camp that only a select few are chosen to attend, but as Tris ventures into the camp she realizes that the campers have more power than she ever dreamed, and she'll need it.

3. Chapter 3

Hello! I'm so sorry it took me so long to update my story but I planned to post a chapter right before the holidays but I couldn't finish it.

I finally did and realized that this is my shortest chapter yet, so I'm very sorry about that!

(P.S thank you to all my reviewers from all my chapters, it means a lot)

I am the first one of my family members to arrive home that afternoon. Our hallway seems desserted as I walk through it into the kitchen. I trail my fingers along the picture frames hanging percariously throughout the distance to the kitchen door. My mother and father, laughing with their heads tilted backwards. My mother, at a consert, arms outstreched towards the stage. Marcus, my father, my mother and Marcus' soon to be wife and Tobias's mother, Evelyn. Evelyn died years ago, while trying to give birth to what was supposed to be Tobias's younger sibling. Tobias was devistated.
I carry on along the wall: my parents at their wedding, my mother pregnant with Caleb, Caleb, a squirming baby with my mother behind him with another bulging stomach; me, with wispy blonde hair and eyes the color of rain on a sunny day. The pictures get more and more recent as I near the kitchen: Caleb and his friends at one of his birthday parties, Christina and I holding cones of ice cream. And then they stop. They reach where we are now, the last picture taken on New Years Eve when Christina was over for the party our family throws every year, it is surprising a very famous event in our neighbourhood.
I sigh as I walk into the kitchen. Is it that easy for you to stop living, to vanish into thin air and leave behind nothing more than a few vintage photo pictures captured in "the glory days"?. The more I think about it the more I know what I want to do with my life, I will be something more than stilled memories. I will do something, anything. The more I think about it, the more I want it. I refuse to be another picture on the wall.

I set my bag down on a kitchen stool next to the counter and slide into the chair nearest to it. I slump against my seat and look around the room. There is something that has been bothering me the whole day, and now, in the comfort of the empty house, I can finally look at the letter. My eyes land on the table where I ate breakfast this morning, it is also the place where my mother left the envelope that contains my future summer getaways. My hand shakes slightly as I lift from the stool to the table, I grab the letter and inspect the outside of it.
Scralled on the outside is our address and just below that my name: BEATRICE PRIOR, in big shaky writing. Like someone was in a rush. I turn the letter around in my hands a few times to make sure that is all thats written on it. The letter feels heavy and engraved as I lift it out of the envelope, the cream paper, I realize, is stamped with the school badge multiple times scattered neatly throughout the letter. I unfold it gingerly, making sure all creases have vanished before I begin to read:

Dear, BEATRICE PRIOR.

Greetings, Miss. Beatrice Prior.
McRye Academy is very pleased to announce that you are selected to be one of our lucky thriteen applicants who will have the unique option to attend our prestigious summer camp. You have been chosen because you posses the five qualities that we believe in. Kindness. Honesty. Bravery. Intellegiance. And selflessness. You are one of our most promising learners Miss Prior and we hope you will consider our camp highly. We would be very excited for you to join us.
And remember, we are always looking out for you.
Sincerely, Ms Wilsonette Principle of McRye Academy for Excellence.

I fold the letter tightly and put it back into its envelope neatly. When I look up I realise that one of my family members has arrived home. I stare up at her, my eyes big and dowey, "What should I do, Mom?" I ask her green eyes. "I think," my mother says laying her bag on the floor next to the counter, she has a gleam in her eyes "That you should start packing."

Thank you for reading the chapter! Next chapter will be first day of camp

~Most~ characters belong to Veronica Roth