This is a SYOC story. Send me your girls and I'll hopefully be able to put them in the story.
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THANKS!
Nathan POV
"Prince Nathan, Your presence is required at the King's office." The maid says.
"I will be there."
Whatever could he need to say? I'm sure I didnt do anything wrong these days.
I do the last button on my shirt and head to dad's office.
When I open the door, I already see Xander standing firmly infront of my father.
"Ah, Nathan your here." He gestures for me to comse forward, next to Nathan.
"So, Nathan and Xander, you are going to turn 19 quite soon, so we have decided to announce your selection."
"What? The selection?!" I hear Xander nearly shout.
"Yes. And, because you are twins, we have decided that you will have a joint selection."
Me and Xander exchange glances.
"But Fath-" I start to protest.
"We have already made the announcements, and girls have already started sending forms in."
It's too late to persuade Father now.
"Later, you, me and Xander will decide which girls get in, and which girls dont. Then, board members will also check all the girls out."
"But I thought that it was random." Xander says.
"If it was random, we would end up with bunches of 7s and 8s, which is what we dont want." Father says with a stern look on his face.
"Yes Father." I say, as if agreeing with him.
"That is all, you may go."
Me and Xander walk out of the room.
"Ugh, I dont wanna have a selection." Xander groans.
"Well, it was going to come sooner or later, Dad wants the best for us."
"Us? You mean you. Dad only cares about you. Your the heir to the throne." He states, with an annoyed expression.
"Thats not true! Don't say that!" I shout at him and a couple of maids turn to stare at me. My cheeks get flushed.
"Well, see you later Mr Heir." Xander waves nonchalantly and walks off.
I watch his back as it gets farther and farther away.
It's always been like this. I just cant understand him like I used to. Not anymore.
Lisa Ander POV
"Hey! Why are you so late!" Letizia comes running up to me.
"I'm sorry, I woke up late." I say.
"Ugh, because of you, I had to do the science project all by myself. And if I remember correctly, you were the one that said you would do it for me!." She almost screams at me.
"I'm really sorry Letizia." I only said that cause you were pressuring me into it.
"Well, it's ok, except for the fact that Mr Smith gave me detention." Then she looks at me the way she always looks at me when she wants something.
I sigh. "Then I'll go with you. What are best friends for." Another one of my precious free time gone to waste for Letizia.
"Thanks, Lisa! Your the best!" She gives me a tight hug.
"Letizia! Letizia!" We both turn to see Mila waving while running towards us. When she finally arrives, she's breathing heavily, and holding an envelope in her hands.
"It's here! The things we've been waiting for." She bends down and takes a few deep breaths.
Letizia's eyes widen. "You don't mean, the selection form!?"
Mila nods, with a smile on her face. The two girls hold hands and start jumping up and down in excitement.
"The selection? What's that?" I ask curiously. My family's quite poor so I don't really have any social media.
"You don't know!?" Mila shouts as me, clearly shocked.
"Yeah, Lisa here is a 6 and she's socially deprived, so this much isn't even surprising for me anymore."
"Ohhhhh," Mila says, nodding her head. "If she's a six, what is she doing at school?" She says in the smallest voice she can manage, which honestly is still pretty audible.
"Well, that's not important. So, the selection is basically where the prince chooses a wife. Girls all over Illea send in forms in hope of getting chosen." She explains, while Mila still looks at me with an expression that looks as if she's still confused as to why I have access to education and things.
"Oh. So you guys are gonna do it?"
"Obviously! I mean look at me, my perfect looks and intelligence. Then, look at Letizia! She's radiant!" Mila states then flips her hair gracefully. She looks at Letizia with a smile, and Letizia returns it.
"Lisa! You should do it as well!" Letizia says, looking at me with her twinkling eyes.
"Yeah Lisa. If you get in, there'll be less competition for us!" Mila says and laughs at her own joke. Letizia glares at her and the laughter stops.
"Umm, well I don't really.." I start to say.
"OK so its decided! We'll all join the selection!" Letizia announces.
I dont say anymore. I can't go against Letizia anyway, she's the one who pays for my education and other necessities.
Name: Letizia Martis
Caste: 2
Age : 17
Hair : Dark brown
Eye color : Light Brown
Skin tone : Slightly tanned
Hobbies : Singing
Languages : Italian, French, Spanish, Chinese
Province : Angeles
Occupation : Model
Name: Mila Karles
Caste: 3
Age : 17
Hair : Blonde
Eye color : brown
Skin tone : pale
Hobbies : Designing
Languages : Italian, French, Spanish, Russian
Province : Angeles
Occupation : Shop assistant
Name: Lisa Anders
Caste: 6
Age : 16
Hair : Bronze
Eye color : Amber
Skin tone : Light Olive
Hobbies : Flute
Languages : Bit of Spanish
Province : Angeles
Occupation : Housework
"I hope I get in!" Letizia squeals.
"You'll definitely get in Letizia." Mila says. God, she is such a suck up. She probably just wants Letizia's attention just cause she's a 2.
I say nothing. I hope for nothing.
Melissa Klaus POV
Nothing's going right. Nothing at all.
My little sister is in critical condition due to sickness. My father has literally run away from us. My mother's starting to lose it.
Dear God, why did you give me this family? Just so I could watch them all leave me?
A sudden scream scatters my thoughts.
"Mom? Is that you?" I say.
My mother enters the room, her wrist has blood trickling down it.
"Mom, are you alright?"
She looks at me with enraged eyes.
"Its all because of you! You! You! Why are you here!" She starts shouting madly.I can see dark circles under her eyes, and she has gotten a lot thinner. Her hair is in a messy bun, and her eyes look inflamed. "I know what you did! I bet you wanted to kill my sweet little Lauren! Because of you! Its all because of you!" She starts bawling her eyes out.
Lauren is my little sister. My mother adores her.
"Mom..." I reach out my hand, about to comfort her. She suddenly turns and slaps my hand away. "I'm not your mom!" She starts throwing things at me. Books, Cups, anything that she can see.
I try hard to shelter my self, but she keeps throwing things.
With my hands over my head, I rush out of the room, and out of the house. "Good! Go! Never come back, you murderer!" I can hear my mother's shouting faintly.
I sit on the porch, with nowhere to go.
I watch as the mailman walks up onto our street, and comes to our door.
"Mail for Melissa Klaus!" He knocks on the door. I hear a loud bang. "She doesn't live here!" My mother screams from inside.
I quietly walk up to the mailman.
"Ummm, I'm Melissa." I whisper, incase my mother hears me and goes further into insanity.
"Oh," He looks back at the close front door and then at me again. "Well, here's your mail. I hope things work out with your mother." He says and walks off, ready to deliver his next letter.
I look at the thick manilla envelope, with my name imprinted on it.
It's the selection form. Oh right. They've been broadcasting it all over the news.
Well, at least this will get me a place to stay for hopefully a while.
I quickly fill it in.
Name: Melissa Klaus
Caste: 4
Age : 16
Hair : Dark Blonde
Eye color : blue
Skin tone : Normal
Hobbies : Gardening
Languages : French
Province : Zuni
Occupation : Teaching assistant
I hope I get in, it's my only chance.
Zoey Inad POV
"Is there anybody in this world that you can fully trust?" Cady asks with a very confused expression on her face.
I don't answer, because I know Cady wont hear me anyway. She's always so deep into her thoughts, she forgets her surroundings.
"Cady!" I clap loudly right in front of her face.
She shakes her head as she snaps back to reality.
"Let's go run around the meadow! Come on let's go!" I say, tugging on her arm.
"Again? Zoey, I have ran around that stupid meadow over 100 times for you." She complains.
"Let's go! Come on!" I exclaim. Nothing excites me more than a good run. I love the feeling of my heart beating fast, the feeling of the wind brushing past my cheek.
"Ughhhh fine. But I'm stopping when i'm tired." She moans as she gets up, off the bench.
"Cady! Cady!" I turn and see Cady's mother beckoning her over.
She tells me to wait and runs towards her mom.
I see an envolope in her mother's hands and Cady jumping up and down.
She runs faster then she ever does towards me.
"OMG LOOK! The selection form!" She bursts out.
"You gonna enter?"
"Duh! And your doing it with me." She says, nudging me with her shoulder.
"Nah. That's not really my thing."
"But Zoeyyyy, I dont wanna do it alone." She looks at me with puppy eyes.
I firmly shake my head no.
She suddenly brightens up, as if she's got an idea.
"Zoey, if you get in, the palace has training gyms, and even bigger fields! You can run whenever you want to!"
"Really?" I say skeptically.
"Yeah! The palace has everything we could dream of, jewels, food, dresses, anything!"
"Hmmmm, big fields huh."
She giggles. "Your only ever interested in sports! That's my Zoey."
"Ok, I'll do it with you."
"Yay, kay, lets fill in the forms." She rips open the envelope and takes out a bunch of papers.
Name: Cady Karter
Caste: 4
Age : 17
Hair :Red
Eye color : brown
Skin tone : pale
Hobbies : Reading
Languages : French
Province : Kent
Occupation : Home Tutor
Name: Zoey Inad
Caste: 4
Age : 17
Hair : Dark brown
Eye color : Dark brown
Skin tone : Light brown
Hobbies : Running
Languages : French
Province : Kent
Occupation : Student Coach
"I hope we both get in!" Cady hugs me tightly.
"Yeah, for the gyms."
Cady laughs again. "Yes, for the gyms." She says.