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CHAPTER 2: PRESENTS

AMAR'S POV

This morning while Matthew made breakfast and George and Bea played around in the garden and watched some Saturday morning cartoons I made a call, to Four. Thankfully he answered and we decided to meet for dinner tonight when we all arrive in the city. I was relieved when Four didn't ask what was going on here seeing as how George was tickling Bea for changing the channel on him when pepe la pew came on Bea let out a squeal signifying she gave up and George grabbed the remote turning it back to his cartoon. I had to tell them to quit the noise while I was talking, I was certain that Four would ask what was happening but it seems he just ignored what was happening here.

"Probably around 5. Is that cool? Do you think Zeke and the others could come too?"

"I'll see what I can do. Lets meet at Pansycake's restaurant. See you at 5."

Four disconnected the phone and when I turned around Bea was staring at me with a questioning look in her eyes. "Who were you talking too?"

There is no use lying to her, she always figures out what it is I am trying to hide, a part of her divergence that has been built upon since being reborn here. Bea now has an aptitude for each faction almost equally, well her amity interests and her Candor interests aren't as developed, but she can tell when someone is lying to her and she understands the basic knowledge of botany and agriculture. "An old friend."

I keep it vague. I know she is going to ask who and I'm 80% sure she heard me say Zeke's name which is probably the reason for her furrowed eyebrows at the moment but I turn and head into the kitchen to help Matt with dishes anyways.

"Were meeting tonight at Pansycakes for dinner, is everything packed and ready to go?" I asked Matt in a hushed tone when I got into the kitchen.

"I packed everything its all by the front door." Matt replied.

"Good, we need to get going soon to make it by 5, but lets get Bea her birthday stuff first."

BEA'S POV

Today is my 16th birthday, well that's how old I look, I'm actually only 5, that's how long I've been alive. I now have just graduated high school with honors, my best subjects were Gym, I ran track and was always a first place runner, then English and math. I hated science class, although I did do well in that as well. Today I get to go into Chicago for the very first time. Ive been asking to go to the city since I was 13. Amar and George say I'm old enough now. I am a little nervous, I've never been more than 5km outside of the compound before.

I know soon they are going to call me into the kitchen for my cake. It's the only thing I like about my birthday, eating insurmountable amounts of triple chocolate cake. They give me presents every year too, usually something small. Something about getting birthday presents has always seemed odd to me, Matt always tells me that it's just a part of who I am, being humble. But today is my 16th birthday, and it also falls on my real true birthday since my years of accelerated growth have started to become more stable.

I heard Amar talking on the phone this morning, he seemed kind of nervous when I asked who he was talking too. He told me it was just an old friend, someone named Zeke was brought up too. I don't know who he is so when Amar walked away into the kitchen I decided not to press the issue.

"Bea, Cake time."

I head into the dark kitchen and they all start singing happy birthday and I blush, I hate having all this attention on me, even when it's just Amar, George and Matt. When their done I look at the candles burning atop the cake and am mesmerized by the flames as they swirl and twist around on top take a deep breath and blow out all 16 candles from my cake in one sweep.

"Did you make a wish?"

George asks me that at each of my birthdays, I don't really get it. What's the point in wishing, what is that going to do for me, no I don't wish, but I can't tell him that, so instead I nod and smile and cut the first slice of cake.

"I don't think eating a quarter of the cake is quite enough Tris, please take half," Matt jokes.

I laugh, and plop it onto a big plate and picked up my fork taking a huge bite into my mouth. They all laughed as I try to chew the large bite.

We eat in relative silence and when were done George hands me a simple, rather enormous white box with a purple bow on top of it. I take the bow off and put it on top of my head like a crown as I open the box.

As I move aside the layers of tissue paper I see an amazing black sleeveless lace peplum top that has a short tube top beneath it just large enough to cover my small breasts. The lace is so intricate, with swirls and flowers intertwined. Beneath it is the most amazing pair of black skinny jeans I have ever seen, Dessault (very expensive designer jeans) to be exact, they have a worn in look to them and ripped knees, along with a chain that hangs from the front left pockets with charms hanging. At the very bottom is another smaller shoe box, I open it and find the most spectacular pair of spiked heels I have ever seen, red bottom and all. "CHRISTIAN LOUBOUTINS!" I jump up and start bouncing around the room then run straight into George's arms hugging him so tight I think I stopped him from breathing. Okay I may not like gifts but I have had my eyes on these shoes for almost a year, George has the best fashion sense, every year he knows exactly what I want. I run back to my gift and run to my room to change right away. The clothes fit me perfectly.

Coming out of the room a few minutes later I do a little fashion show for everyone and they all clap at my new outfit. Next Matt walks up to me and hands me a small black box with a white bow. I lift the lid and find a gorgeous necklace inside. It has a simple long thin silver chain that should hang down to just above my chest and there is three ravens in flight hanging on the end. "They represent Amar, George and myself," Matty says, "so you never forget us." Tears well up in my eyes as I think about ever being able to forget them and I nod managing to get out, "I could never forget any of you, you're my family. I will wear it close to my heart always." Then I hug him tightly as we both let the tears fall.

When we recover from our moment Amar walks up and hands me a tiny purple box complete with the tiniest black and white bow I have ever seen. I open the tiny lid to find two keys. I look up questioningly at Amar, "You'll find out as the day goes on."

I nod and then were headed out the door on the way to Chicago.

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