Hey guys! I have been wanting to write a 'Met in Abnegation' story for ages now, but since I am currently writing two other stories I didn't want to bite off more than I could chew. But Christmas break just started for me, so I decided I would start it, and see how it goes. I hope you enjoy!

Beatrice POV ( 12 years old )

"Beatrice, honey, could you help me with dinner? The Eatons are coming over tonight." My mom says to me when I walk in the door after school. I put on a fake smile and nod to her, before I quietly walk up the stairs to my room where I un-pack my school stuff onto my neat desk. Clutter is considered selfish, so my room is nearly spotless. Notice I say nearly. A few papers are scattered around the floor, and my sheets aren't tucked in as tight as they are supposed to, a hair brush lays on my desk, along with a few hair ties and bobby pins. A result of waking up late this morning. I sigh, and resolve to clean it up tonight after dinner. I go back downstairs and greet my mom.

"Hello. How was your day?" I ask, as I start to cook the peas, taking care to make two bags instead of one.

"It was fine, thank you. How was yours, Beatrice?" She says, taking the attention off herself like the true Abnegation I could never be. I have never fit in with Abnegation. Never have and never will. Selflessness has just never come to me naturally, unlike it does to the rest of my family. That's why, in four years when I turn sixteen and get to choose the faction I will live in for the rest of my life, I am going to transfer. To which faction, I'm not sure. I just know I need to leave. To leave and live my life like I want to. In the many nights that I have laid awake in my plain grey room, I made that hard decision. I love my family with all my heart, but I could never be suffocated by Abnegation for my whole life. It would be like suicide, except I wouldn't kill myself. I would kill my spirit.

"School was good, thank you." I reply, ending our short conversation. The peas eventually stop cooking and I strain them, and then I hear the door open softly, notifying me that the Eatons have arrived. "I'll go set the table." I offer, after placing the strained peas in a bowl. Mom nods, and so I take the proper amount of forks, knives, and napkins and go to the table. As I walk out, I bump into someone. I look up to apologize, but the words die on my lips as I see the boy's dark blue eyes. His features are plain, but his eyes are not. They hold a carefully hidden pain, which I assume is from losing his mother 8 years ago.

" S-sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you, I was just coming to see if I could assist you with anything." He says, stumbling with nerves at the beginning of the sentence. I give him a forgiving smile, and see him ease a bit.

" It's fine. It was really my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going. Here, could you lay out the napkins?" I ask. He nods and grabs them from my hand. We silently go around the table, laying out our various utensils. We finish at the same time, and my mom comes out right as we finish, and serves all the plates. I go in and grab the waters from the kitchen, and return to find everyone already sitting. I awkwardly place all the water cups down, and then take my place next to Marcus' child, Tobias. We grab each others hands so that we make a sort of circle, and murmur some sort of prayer that I memorized long ago, however my mind is elsewhere. I think about Tobias' hand, and how it is slightly shaking, how his hand is calloused from the days of community service, and how warm and right it feels in mind. We finish, and Tobias drops mine as soon as possible, which stings. Wait, why does that sting? You barely know the boy! I push the thought away, and instead try and focus on the conversation going on between my father and Marcus. Something about the ridiculous reports made by Erudite. The ones that accuse Marcus of beating Tobias, which is only because Tobias doesn't go to school and doesn't do many community projects. I silently eat my food, just like I am supposed to until Marcus turns towards me.

"How is school going, Beatrice?" He asks politely. I want to tell him that it's going horrible, about all the kids pushing me around and yelling things at me. But I didn't want to seem selfish. If I said that, it would look bad on my family.

"It's going well." I lie, smiling a bit, "I have exams soon, but they should go fine." I then hastily add, "I'm really sorry about those Erudite reports. They have no right terrorizing you." Hoping it suffices to get the topic off of me. I take a bite of chicken, and hear Tobias mutter something under his breath, but I can't make it out. Marcus nods in acknowledgement. We soon finish dinner, and Tobias, Caleb, and I clean the dishes. I scrub, Tobias rinses, and Caleb dries. I feel a slight spark every time Tobias' hand brushes mine as I hand him the plates, but it dies as soon as it started. We finish, and put the dishes away before saying goodbye to the Eaton's. What an eventful night.

Tobias POV ( 13 years old )

"Tobias, why don't you go see if Mrs. Prior needs any help?" Marcus asks. He says it politely, but I know that it is really a command. I nod, and head towards the kitchen when I bump into something. Or rather, someone. I look down to see a girl who looks to be about twelve years old. This must be the Prior's daughter, Beatrice. I mentally curse at myself for not looking where I was going. It will definitely get me some extra whips tonight. I stumble for words, and apologize, asking if I could smiles, but it isn't any normal smile. She smiles with her eyes, and hands me the napkins. We set the table together, something my mother and I used to do. Now I just do it alone.

" School is good. I have exams coming up, but they should go fine." I always wished I could go to school, to learn. The most I ever did was help them with their computers, but I would do whatever it took to get out of the hell I have to call home. " I'm really sorry about those Erudite reports. They have no right terrorizing you like that." She says.

"Yes, they do." I mumble, hoping no one caught me. I see Marcus slightly raise his eyebrows at me, and I internally scream. It's going to be a long, painful night for me. He nods to Beatrice in acknowledgement. After we finish dinner, and I help Beatrice and her brother Caleb wash the dishes. Beatrice and I wash and rinse them, and each time our hands brush, I feel slight sparks. They disappear just as quickly as I come, and it shocks me. Do I really like this girl that I just met? I shake the thought off, and help finish with the dishes. Then Marcus and I say our goodbyes to the Priors, and I leave to my own personal Hell.

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