"Look out!" Aspen shouted. Things were flying everywhere, people screaming on what should have been the happiest day of my life. Confused? So was I. Let me explain.
My name is America Singer. I had won the Selection, a contest for Maxon Schreave, Prince of Illéa's hand. I had despised the whole idea at first. I didn't even want to sign up. But, my boyfriend, Aspen Leger insisted. He wanted me to have the best life possible. I loved him for that. There were millions of other girls who had signed up, so the chances were very slim for me to get picked. "Why not?" I had thought. Guess who got picked for my province, Carolina? Me. Out of the 35 other girls competing, I thought I had no chance. That was fine with me. Then things got complicated, Maxon and I got close. Really close. To make things even worse, Aspen had gotten drafted to be a guard at the palace. Now it wasn't really me waiting for Maxon kicking me out. I eventually stopped caring for Aspen in a certain way. He was more like family. That was why, when Maxon proposed to me, I had asked him to walk me down the aisle. My father passed away and Aspen was honored.
On my wedding day, things happened. I was whooshed into the past, back when Illiéa was still America. Back when the Third World War hadn't even started. So now you're all caught up.
"Maxon!" I screamed as I was pulled away by a screeching vortex.
"America!" He yelled desperately. "I'll find you! Wherever you end up. I'll find you." I calmed down. Our love was too strong to be pulled apart. I would ache for Maxon every single day. I knew he would find me, and that made it okay.
"Keep everyone safe!" Were my last words as I got pulled into the vortex.