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"Hey Mum!" I shout as I enter the apartment.

"Hey babydoll!" I hear an answer from the kitchen.

I race in -I lost Uri a few hallways back- and see her hovering over a pot of boiling water.

She searches my face before looking back at dinner. "I'm just going to go out on a limb here and guess Zeke stayed."

"Damn Mum! Are you like a mind reader or somethin'?"

She laughs before we hear the door being swung open and heavy breathing. Uriah.

"A-a-aunt... Nat... St-iff... Likes... Tri-ss-y!" Uri manages whilst trying to regain his breath.

"Uricorn," Mum says in a voice that she uses with school children. "What did I tell you about using 'big boy' words?"

My mother works at Dauntless preschool three days a week and as a speech therapist at the city's middle school the other two.

Uriah's cheeks turn a deep shade of red and Mum laughs.

"So, what were you saying?" Mum asks him.

It's my turn to blush now. He sends me a smirk and explains to Mum about how blue-eyes likes me (or what Uri suspects anyway).

Mum looks at me and bites her lip. "Are you eating in the cafeteria tonight Beatrice?" She stirs the pot of what I think is spinach.

Boiled spinach tonight. Ew! (I hate vegetables except potatoes, raw carrot and sometimes corn)

I nod. "If that's okay? Can I?" She nods.

"Well, I'm going to go ask Mum if I can too so... Meet you at the Cafeteria in 20?" I nod at Uri.

"I'm going to go shower." I tell Mum after he leaves. She nods. A grin stuck on her face.

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After I shower I dress in a pair of light denim (A/N jean material) short-shorts with a white crop top and a black leather jacket.

I look at the tools of torture Mar uses on me and decide to pick one up.

I copy her action from my mind of how she used the pencil thing. I eventually get it even if I did stab my eyes several times.

The eyelash thingy-mah-what-zit is next. I try to steady my hand by placing my elbow on the tap. Unfortunately I slip and the black brush paints my right cheek.

Frustrated, I groan. "Where's Mar when I need her!" I shout as I angrily try and wipe away the black sludge which only seems to make it worse.

The door flies open and Mum rushes in. "What's wrong?!"

I remove the piece of toilet paper I was using to wipe the gunk away and she laughs.

"Oh baby girl." She whispers. She grabs the lip gloss and takes the lid off. "Okay, so I don't have any remover, but, I do have a few tricksup my sleeve." I smile and she continues. "Okay, so we need something oily so this lip gloss should do the trick." (A/N I learnt this trick the other day. It was picture day and I don't EVER wear makeup but I had got to school and my friend was putting some on so I was like 'why not?!' And then I got it all over my eyelids. Luckily another friend came in and told me this trick. Thanks watermelonmuncher)

She takes my face onto her hands and swiftly wipes the gloss all over the black spot. "And then we..." She takes the toilet paper from my hands and folds it so only white and the patterned purple flowers show, she gently brushes away the lip gloss and the hideous black mark. "There! All better!"

I look into the mirror. My right cheek is redder than the other thanks to my horrible attempt at applying makeup.

"Hmmm... Nope! I gotta fix this!" Mum says.

Thank you Mum! I feel so touched that you need to fix my face! I think in sarcasm.

She grabs the powder and a brush and lightly applies it to my cheeks.

She sits back and studies my face. "Hmm... It'll do! At least now you don't have mascara all over your face." Mum says, naming the substance that was unknown to me.

I look at my watch. I have five minutes to meet with Uri!

"Thanks Mum! But I've got to go now."

"Uh no!" She grabs my shoulders and pushes me on the stool. "I'm going to do your hair, and we're going to talk."

Sensing she not going to give up, I do as told.

I watch her hands move as they fashion my fringe into what I think is called a waterfall braid.

"So this boy," I knew this is what we were going to 'talk' about. "What's his name?"

Knowing its not easy to lie to her I tell her the truth. "He doesn't have one. Well he does but he said that he moved factions so he could be a new person so he needed a new name but nothing had come to him."

She nods, eyes still intent on the task at hand. "And he's come from abnegation?" I nod. "I trust you, Bea, but I swear to god if you get pregnant at the age you are I would skin you alive!"

I'm not sure if I should laugh or worry for my life.

"Mum, he's a stiff, aren't the all about modesty?"

"Yes. Showing to much skin is considered selfish. But pregnancy has nothing to do with modesty."

"Okay Mum, can we just end this 'chat' right now?" She doesn't answer. "So how was work today?" I ask changing the subject.

"I'm just saying, make sure everything is covered."

"MUM! I'M FOURTEEN!"

She shrugs. "I gave birth to Caleb almost a year after your Father's and mine initiation was over. He was born a week after choosing day and you ten months later."

"Ew! Mum! My mind! My innocent mind!" I cry.

"Not so innocent anymore."

"Get me a bucket! I think I'm gonna puke!"

Mum scoffs. "One day you too will be a mother."

"Not anytime soon!"

"Better not be anytime soon." She mumbles, then adds, "Okay, all done. Go see this boy of yours!" She practically pushes me out of the bathroom.

"Mum, please stop! I do have legs that work!"

She abruptly shoves me out the door and slams it behind me.

What's with her? I ask myself. Happy one moment, angry the next. Talk about bipolar!

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Chapter three!