Hey guys! This is my first attempt at a fanfic so don't be too harsh on me! Please review and tell me how you think this is going and if you want to see more. I wrote this because I loved the concept of The Selection series by Kiera Cass but (if I'm being honest) I absolutely hated America Singer as a character, so I decided to rewrite it with my favorite characters in the world!
I do not own the mortal instruments characters or the world I have placed them in. Those belong to Cassandra Clare and Kiera Cass
I've never agreed with The Selection. I've made that clear for the past couple of years. While all the girls in my grade where excited to be born at such a marvelous time, I couldn't care less. I'm only a Five, too close to the bottom for Prince Jace to ever consider me an equal. Prince Jace is the most desirable man in Idris. Every girl wanted him, and every boy wanted to be him.
"Clary? Honey? come look at this portrait," My mother calls to me from the small art studio across the hallway. Her voice, smooth as honey, shakes me out of my thoughts. I walk the short distance across the hall and see my mother. Her brilliant hair, so similar and yet so different to mine, pulled back with an old paintbrush. Just as it has been all my life. She takes a few graceful steps to the side to reveal to me a stunning portrait of a war general. His black suit was decorated in sparkling medallions.
"It's amazing mom," I say and take a seat at my own easel. I had been commissioned to paint the house of a wealthy socialite some weeks ago, and I was putting the finishing touches on it today. As Fives my mother and I chose to be artists. My mothers side of our family has always been Fives.
Mom breaks my concentration once again as she speaks, "We got the forms in the mail today." I know immediately what forms she's referring to.
"You know how I feel about The Selection," I reply in barely over a whisper, "I would never get picked anyway." And it's true. They never pick anyone who isn't front page perfect.
"It wouldn't hurt to fill out the application," mom states, "and if fate wants you in the palace, then that is exactly where you will be." She places the forms in my hand, careful to avoid the paintbrush I was holding.
I place the forms on the table and start to fill them out.
Full name: Clarissa Adele Fairchild
Age:18
Height:5'2"
The rest of the form is a blur to fill out. Facts about me that anyone would know just by looking close enough. I change into a forest green dress and apply a little makeup. We have to go down to the State Province Office and submit my forms, along with get my picture taken to send in as well. We begin walking down the sidewalk toward the office, me falling into stride beside my mother.
When we reached the office there was a very long line of girls. One girl was wearing so much makeup she rivaled that of a clown. She must have been a Two. Another girl, a Six, looked like she had just come in from a hard day of work. My mother and I where standing in line for slightly over an hour, making small talk with each other. Final I got into the small office, and readjusted my hair a little before sitting down. I smiled as though I was the happiest girl on the face of the earth, and for a split second I believed that perhaps I could fall in love with a prince.
