~ Imagine that ~ an abnegation love story ~

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Beatrice:

I walk back into my room, glimpsing dad through the crack of the door sprawling out of his bed, dark under eyes and all.
Once I reach my room I grab the classic abnegation lace-ups and my dress, that has layers of fabric, white and grey, with an almost v-neck shape to it, although abnegation would never think to reveal such skin.
My hands find their way to my hair, taming it and grabbing the hairbrush to run through my locks a couple more times before they go back in place—twisting my thick blonde hair into a large bun sitting at the back of my head, I open my only piece of furniture other than my bed up.
Inside my bedroom wardrobe sits my grey, saggy backpack, from before I became an initiate.
I feel my eyes close as I sigh into the memory.

-Flashback-

Little Beatrice sits on the bus with her backpack in her lap, giving an ear to ear smile at everyone that walked past her, hoping that someone would sit next to her to be her friend; no one did.
She stares, determined at her saggy bag, heaving a sigh and then standing  and strutting towards the two amity girls sitting alongside one Candor, and one erudite with a beautiful blue dress
and pretty platinum blonde hair at the back of the bus.
Their fits of giggles explode as she stands in front of them, feet turned in.
"Hi, I'm Beatrice," She states
matter-of-factly.
"Hi Beatrice." The Candor girl emphasises on her name.
"Come, sit next to me." The pretty blonde girl says, batting her eyelashes.
She takes a seat next to her and looks out the coated curtains of ran falling down the bus window, pressing her hand to the wide reflection of herself that she hadn't seen in months.
She's the girl that tries to take glimpses of her reflection without anyone knowing.
Her reflection is captivating, but now interrupted with a new cause.
A blur of black covered bodies run up to the bus right before it leaves the station and before she knows it a pile dauntless-born kids jump onto the bus, causing commotion with the bus driver.
The girls' laughs next to her falter and fade into silence as the dauntless sit down, piling onto one anothers laps, laughing and yelling.
She couldn't help but smile.
She knew she wanted to be one of them.
But she never was.
-End of Flashback-

I open my eyes to feel a stream of water wetting my cheeks.
Bringing my hands to my face and wiping the moisture from it, I sniffle and grab the bag, packing it with food for the factionless, and books for my volunteer group today at the factionless safe home, where us abnegation give them supplies and food to last them long enough that they shouldn't starve.
I walk out of my room, without shutting the wardrobe door, determined to make it out the front door and to my work day without being interrupted.
"Beatrice," there we go.
"Yes, Dad?" I reply sharply, straining my smile so that it's not obvious that I'm annoyed.
Stalking back to his bedroom, running his eyes, Dad says, "Don't get caught up with boys okay?"
"Would I ever?" I shout back as he closes the door behind him.
I walk out of the door and onto the front of our houses dull lawn and to the pathway leading to the main, cracked, patched, and only street in abnegation.

A series of street lights hang;
damaged, and no longer in their former positions, with no one strong willing enough to bother to mend them.
It's considered self-indulgent.
I stare at my feet as I walk, alone, towards the factionless safe home.
Walking forward until I feel my face reach contact a soft, muscular surface.

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A/N
Oof. Cliffhanger or nah? I need to work on them.
I'll get a new chapter out soon.

Until next time! Just remember—never trust Jeanine with your detergence.
You may never forgive yourself.

Ok, I'm done. Bye.
-Youlittlepansycake