Divergent High

Chapter ten

Tris' POV 

"So, Tris, our mom has always wanted a daughter, so she might be a bit... clingy for a few days. But she might not since she knows your situation," Zeke explains as we pass the exit to my old neighborhood. "So basically, she will be like Chrisina for a few days or be like Lynn the whole time?" I ask. "Yeah, pretty much," Uriah says.

In about fifteen more minutes of driving, we get to a big gate. "What are we doing here?" I ask. This is getting kind of weird. "Going home," Zeke says to answer my question. The gate opens when Uriah enters a code into a key pad. We drive up a driveway when I finally see it. This huge house the size of the White House.

"It's... It's.... It's beautiful!" I shout when we park in the garage. "It's your new home," Zeke tells me as we get out of the truck. "Zeke? Uriah? Is that you?" I hear a lady call from inside the house. "Oh boy. Here we go Tris," Uriah tells after patting my head and going to help Zeke unload the boxes from the truck.

"You must be Tris," a woman says a she enters the garage. "That's me," I say. "Hi, I'm Hana," she informs me as she walks over. Once she gets over to me she doesn't shake my hand, but she hugs me. I hope she isn't going to be like this the whole time. "I warned you Tris," Zeke tells me as his mom lets me out of the hug."Oh hush," Hana tells him while slapping his arm. Zeke just chuckles and grabs a box from the truck.

"Uri, show Tris to her room," Hana instructs. "Which one is she staying in?" he asks. "You know which one," she says. "Oh, an Tris, I hope you like chicken because that is what I am cooking for dinner tonight," she says. "Yeah, I love chicken," I tell her as she exits the garage. "Alright Tris, let's go to you new room," Zeke tells me as he gestures for me to follow him.

We walk in the house and get to an elevator. "There are elevators here?" I ask. "Yeah, now press the button for the forth floor," Uriah tells me. We ride up to the fourth floor which was just one huge room with a connected bathroom. "This is my room?!" I shout. "Yeah. Oh and if you don't like the color, we can hire someone to come and paint it," Zeke tells me as he sets down the boxes.

The room is purple with blue spots in a few places. "Yeah, we need to get someone to change this," I say gesturing to the walls, "to black." "Okay, when we go downstairs for more boxes we can tell mom," Uriah tells me as we walk back to the elevator. 

It takes about twenty minutes to get all the boxes upstairs. After we finsish, there are a team of painters who are ready to paint my walls. 'I can't wait to get settled into my new house' I think as I help set the table for dinner.