Prince Noah's POV

In the pouring rain, I ran towards the soccer ball and kicked at it with all my might. The ball rocketed toward the net. It hit the back of the net with a swish and fell back to the ground. "Goal," I muttered and went to retrieve the ball and put it away in a nearby shed. I then snatched up mysopping wet suit coat from the ground and sprinted back to the palace from the fields.

When I came into the entrance hall, Imogene, my nineteen year old sister, happened to be standing there and she lifted an eyebrow as she took in my wet state. A puddle was quickly forming at my feet and I imagined I looked like a mess. "Well, what were you up to?" she asked in an amused fashion. "Oh you know, just venting my feelings about the Selection on soccer balls," I responded and she gave me a sympathetic smile. "I can't help you there. Besides it's, not like you didn't know it was coming-" "That doesn't mean I have to look forward to it!" I interrupted and she threw her hands up in surrender. "Hey! I wasn't saying you had to look forward to it but stop being such a drama queen about it. Kian is probably jealous of you having thirty-five beautiful girls in the palace just for you."

I sighed, "I'm sorry Immy, I am just nervous." Imogene came up to me and ignoring the fact that I was drenched she gave me a hug. "It's okay, we all know that you can be clueless when it comes to girls," she teased and I jokingly pushed her away. "That is not true! I'm quite the charmer." She snorted, "Yeah once you get past your awkwardness!" "You better run for it!"

She squeaked and made a break for it. Thankfully being more of a tomboy, she refused to ever wear heels so she could run without breaking her ankles. Her long auburn hair was waving behind her as she ran and I had to avoid getting whacked in the face when we turned. I chased her through many twists and turns until she made a sharp turn which I followed but slipped due to my wet shoes and fell. Imogene spun around and burst out laughing when they heard their mother's voice.

"What on earth is going on? Noah, why are you so wet?" America questioned with her hands on her hips. "And why are you on the floor?" Maxon added at her side. Imogene quickly stopped laughing but still had a smirk on her face. I pushed myself up so that I was sitting on the polished marble floor and looked up at my parents. My mother looked as if she might start yelling whereas my father looked amused. "You see, I was playing soccer and-" I didn't get far in my explanation before my mother interrupted. "And why were you out in the rain?"

Maxon took America's hand in his, "America, be patient. He was only doing what he enjoys." America looked at her husband, "In the mud and rain!" "I'm sorry, mother. I am twenty though, don't I have the right to do as I wish?" I butted in. Imogene glared down at me telling me to shut up for my own good. America took a deep breath then looked right at me, "For goodness sake, just stand up Noah." I did as she said and was then towering a few inches above her. "You have to understand that you're the crown prince and you have to be more mature. You're able to do almost anything you want, but in a few years you will be king and you need to keep your responsibilities in your mind."

"Alright, alright. I'm sorry again." I repeated and my mother smiled at me. "I am as well, we've just been stressed with your Selection coming up." I nodded, "I understand." "Now, go get changed and try not to leave to much more of a trail of mud and water. The poor maids."

I walked back to my room and changed into a button up shirt and suit pants. I didn't put on a coat or tie for there was no formal event to dress up for. When I stepped back out of my room Imogene was already changed. "You're so slow." she told me and I gaped at her for a moment. "I'll never understand how you can change in and out of dresses so quickly." She flipped her hair, "It's a talent." I chuckled and we began walking towards the stairs.

We had only take a few steps when our six year old sister, Evelyn, came barreling down the hall her bare feet slapping on the floor. "Get out of the way!" she cried and soon following her was her twin brother Dashton. I scooped Eve up in my arms and she giggled squirming around. Imogene grabbed Dashton and swung him around. "Now what are you two doing?" Imogene questioned them and when neither answered we started tickling them.

"Stop! Stop, please!" they begged through their laughter but we were relentless. "Okay! Okay, I'll tell you!" Dashton shouted and we put them down. Dashton checked to make sure no one was coming and pulled out a little notebook from under his coat. I quickly realized that it was Kian's precious drawing notebook. Imogene laughed out loud when we heard a shout from Kian's room. "Uh-oh, you guys are in trouble!" she warned them and the twins took off.

Kian came out from his room and came right to where Imogene and I stood. "Would you guys happen to know where my notebook is?" he asked calmly. We responded, "The twins." Kian sighed and ran off after them.

We're a chaotic family to say the least, and no one could imagine the chaos that the Selection would entail once it began.

I know it's short but I really wanted to get started. So as said in the description this is an SYOC and you can find the form to submit a character on my profile. As of now I will only be taking 25 submitted characters so that it is easier for me to handle(this may change). Anyways, thanks for reading! Here are just some little rules below nothing to big:

1. You may send in one or two characters.

2. No perfect characters or Americas please. I want to see some unique girls. If your character is too perfect I may ask you to add some flaws and change her a bit. Also they can't all be the perfect candidate, please send in some mean girls or some odd ones.

3. Please don't get mad if your character gets eliminated or something happens you don't like. Once you send them in I control what happens though I might pm you to check with a few things.

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