Hey guys this is my first published fanfiction, so I hope you enjoy! The T rating on the story is probably unneeded but I guess we'll see. I hope to be uploading new chapters every day or so, depending on my schedule.

The first chapter is what could have happened right after America's presentation on The Report.

Also, sadly I do NOT own the Selection Trilogy by Kiera Cass, however much I wish I did. With that said, umm read on I guess? I don't know how else to write that. Haha. Ok let's stop listening to me ramble- AHH! –Bag gets stuffed in mouth-…

If you asked me to tell you a little about myself, I would probably tell you my name is America Singer, I am 17, I specialize in music, and I hate Maxon Schreave. Ok, maybe not that last part, but only because I have no desire to be accused of treason. I wouldn't really care at the moment but that would ruin my chances of getting revenge on that horrible prince and his tyrant of a father. After I did that, then I wouldn't care what they did to me.

I knew if I told someone that I hated Maxon, they would wonder why. They would ask if it was because of losing the Selection. But no, it goes far deeper than that. I sigh and try and think about happier things, but with no luck. I eventually give up and allow the events to come flooding back into my mind.

-Flashback-

I needed to think, and the only place I could really do that was the gardens. Though my maids were insistent that I stay, I left, taking the long way, down a back stairwell on the other end of the wall. Besides the occasional guard, the first floor was empty and quiet. It felt like the palace should be bustling with activity, given how much had happened in the last half hour or so.

As I passed the hospital wing, the door flew open and I ran right into Maxon, who dropped a sealed metal box. He groaned after we collided, even though it wasn't that hard.

"What are you doing out of your room?" he asked, slowly bending to pick up the box. I noticed it had his name on the side. I wondered what he was storing in the hospital wing.

"I was going to the gardens. I'm trying to figure out if I did something stupid or not."

Maxon appeared to be having a difficult time standing. "Oh, I can assure you it was stupid."

(AN: This is where it gets a little changed up)

"Well maybe I'm not the only one who is stupid here!" I yelled forcefully. Memories of him kissing Celeste and spending most of his time with Kriss came rushing back to my head.

"If you are talking about me, I don't see how I am so stupid. You are the one who just sent the country into chaos, or didn't you notice?" Maxon said, looking more annoyed by the second. One thing I didn't understand though is why there was a look of pain in his eyes as well.

"Oh, because playing with my heart isn't stupid at all? You know what, maybe you are right. That isn't stupid; it's something only a stuck-up, spoiled brat of a prince would do."

Maxon gasped and pulled himself up rigidly. Sort of like how he would always sit on the Report.

"I could arrest you of treason for that, you know."

I rolled my eyes. "See, point proven." He was just confirming my opinions. The old me would have laughed at the expression on the prince's face. It was a mixture of shock and outrage. I guess I had never really changed. If the moment hadn't have been so serious, I would have made fun of him.

"You know what, I eliminate you. I thought I loved you but you can't take anything seriously anymore Just leave, leave and never come back." Maxon said, his tone of voice started with a shout but became a whisper. I thought about saying a biting remark, like how I already had assumed I had been eliminated and how glad I was to never come back. But I stood silently in shock as I registered the hurt on Maxon's face before he turned and limped off.

I watched him disappear before I followed his lead, walking back to my own room. I took in the place for the last time and marched out past the perfect lawn. I was turning away from the palace, away from this awful competition, away from Maxon. But I realized later I had left a part of me there.

-End of flashback-

When I got home at first all I felt was anger. What an awful excuse of a prince. Then I felt glee, the type someone who was not right in the head would feel after murdering someone. At least I had gotten my share of revenge on Illea. But when I tuned into the Report that Friday, I felt the strongest of them all- revenge. A burning desire to strike back, to do whatever it would take to make the royal family feel what they had done to me. Because what showed up on my family's old-fashioned TV was not something I would have on my list of okay things to say about me to a whole country. And I would get them all back for saying it. Just you wait, I thought.

So there we have it- Chapter one of Revenge. How did you all like it? I would appreciate reviews telling me something I did well and something I could do better so I can become a better author. I will not be offended at anything written as long as it is not meant to be mean. Don't worry, you'll get to see more of Maxon. The next chapter will explain a little more about the situation, and what was said on the Report. If you have any predictions, go ahead and share if you want.