What up peeps of my imagination? JK! Anyway, yes, you can hate me (if you know me) because here I am, submitting another story. Why, you cry in fear, why are you doing this? Well, because I can. *smirks proudly* Back to the point, here is my fabulous new story about...yep, you guessed it, THE SELECTION! I'm sorry, I'm still freaking out about the ending of The One. Gosh, I was so frickin mad when Maxon thought Aspen and America were still dating! And then, he was all like: Don't you dare cry. I think I cried. He was being so mean! And then Celeste, oh god, I miss Celeste. And then Maxon went in front of America...sorry...spoilers. So, here is the brief introduction.

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"Come back here, Channing. We need to discuss everything!" King Eli yelled. Channing stopped, right after bolting around a corner, his breathing coming out in quick pants. He would not, could not, do what his father asked of him.

"Darling, don't be so strict on our boy," Queen Esme scolded. Channing stood still for a moment, and closed his eyes. If it did happen...no. He had to find a way out of this. Somehow, he'd have to avoid having a Selection. Maybe, if he 'accidentally' died or something, then Harlow could take his place. Yes, that would work, Harlow wouldn't pass up being Queen. He just wished she didn't move from one place to another so much, then he could actually talk to her about this.

"Channing, this is ridiculous." King Eli turned round the corner, and grabbed his son before he could make a move.

"No, father, it's logical. I'm not going to marry some stranger," Channing retorted, pulling his arm out of his father's iron grasp.

"You watch your mouth, boy," King Eli hissed. Channing took a step back, his words faltering in his mind. He couldn't stand up to his father, even if it was the very thing he wanted.

"Excuse me, I have work to do," he whispered, pushing past King Eli and jogging down the hall, throwing open the doors to his chamber, and flopping onto his bed.

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"Channing, if you don't get out here, I will personally come in there." Channing groaned, rolling onto his side and opening the door. Harlow didn't even wait before barging into his room, sitting into a chair and making herself completely at home.

"What do you want?" Channing asked, rubbing his head and taking a seat across form his sister.

"I want to know what the hell is wrong with you." Harlow leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, letting her dark brown hair fall forward as she stared intently with her blue eyes. "Well?"

"Father wants me to have a Selection," Channing admitted. He ran his hand through his brown hair, and turned to look out the window.

"And...that's a bad thing?" Harlow teased.

Channing stared at her. "Of course, Harlow! I can barely handle the idea of having girls running around the Palace, screaming and fighting over the Crown."

"You mean fighting over you," Harlow corrected.

"No. I mean the Crown. That's probably what a lot of them want." Channing sighed. "Hopefully, not all of them.

"Well, hey, having pretty girls with you won't be so bad," Harlow stated, pointing her finger at him.

Channing blushed at the thought. Harlow laughed, shaking her head. "You're doing it, all right? Anyway, later buddy." Harlow walked out, leaving Channing with a new opinion in his mind. Yes, he would do the Selection.

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"So, sweetie, have you made your mind up?" Queen Esme asked, breaking the awkward silence. They were sitting at the dining table, eating a luxurious lunch and basking in the light that filtered through the tall arched windows.

"Yes, mother, I will do it," Channing replied stiffly, aware of his father's eyes on him.

King Eli beamed. "Wonderful, son. I knew you'd make the right choice. After all, like father, like son."

"Yes," Channing managed. "Like father, like son."

"Could you pass me the mustard please?" Verity asked, reaching out her hand. "Pretty please with a cherry on top? Thanks!" Channing handed her the mustard, rolling his eyes at his younger sister. She was only twelve, yet she acted as though she was so much more sophisticated. Harlow grabbed her napkin, quickly covering her mouth to stop the giggles. Harlow was 17, which meant she might get along with some of the girls coming. Channing himself, however, had just turned 19. I know, it sounded strange. They were so close in age.

"So, when should the deadline be?" King Eli asked, coughing to get everyone's attention.

"How about...a week?" Channing offered.

King Eli shook his head. "No, no. Too long. Half a week."

"Five days," Channing bargained, rising to his feet and staring intently at his father.

"Three."

"How about four?" Queen Esme suggested softly. Both men nodded, dropping to their seats.

"Four days it is," Channing muttered.

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So, what do ya think? BTW, VERY IMPORTANT, ONLY 20 GIRLS WILL BE JOINING. Alright, now here's the form below. Please answer in as much detail as you can. The form will also be on my profile, and you can only send it in by PM. Please tell everyone you know to submit a character, your grandma, your creepy neighbor, your internet friend, your dog. Anyone and everyone. Sorry for any inconvenience about only being able to PM...but I hope you fill it out!

Name:

Nickname (optional):

Age:

Birthday (year isn't necessary):

Caste (yes, they're back. It makes things more interesting. This story is set ages after America and Maxon, and some stupid King fifty years ago, decided to bring back the castes. But, it is better than the first time there were castes):

Province (go to Selection Wiki to see options):

Appearance (eyes, hair (color, length, style), body type, skin tone):

Personality (lots of detail here!):

Occupation:

Likes:

Dislikes:

Hobbies:

Fears:

Family (mention name, age, job (varying on age), personality, relationship (ie. brother, sister etc):

Friends:

Clothes, hair and makeup-

Before Selection:

After Selection:

History:

Romantic history (even if it's just a crush, mention it!):

Appearance after makeover:

Ideal first date with the Prince:

How they'd act around the Prince:

Their feelings toward the Prince:

Their feelings/how they'd act toward Harlow and Verity:

Their feelings/how they'd act toward Queen Esme and King Eli:

Their feelings/how they'd act toward other contestants:

Their feelings/how they'd act toward their maids:

Reason to join:

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