Chapter 1
Never in a million year would I ever consider entering the Selection for His Royal Highness Prince Dylan. The only reason why there is a Selection because His Royal Majesty King Kit fell ill and people started to worry that he wouldn't make it. I have to admit I do have a crush on him. Come on; who wouldn't? He's tall, handsome, and totally gorgeous. They only thing that was holding me back from entering was all the other girls who would be better than me. All I could do was write music, put lyrics to it and sing. I couldn't dance, I couldn't act and most of all I don't know how to be a princess and become a queen.
It all started one summer's evening at the table…
"Why won't you sign up for the Selection my darling Ava?" Mum pleaded in her tranquil voice.
She rarely called me darling. Most of all she rarely spoke in a tranquil voice.
I sighed.
"Because I am no-good for the royal family. If I do win, I will just be a no-good princess in their family. Like I am here. I am always invisible and you only listen to me when something major happens!" I angered back
"Ava, you do not talk like that in front of your siblings." My Dad fiercely but calmly told me.
"Sorry. If I do sign up, can we drop this issue right now?" I kindly asked.
"Yes!" Mum quickly jumping in.
"Fine I'll sign up just to button mum up from going on about it."
"AVA!" Dad yelled.
I knew it was bad cause he never yells at his only daughter. Let's face it, I hated my parents ever since the twin boys (Johnny and Marcus) came along and the attention turned to them. My days were over. I spent most of my days in my bedroom writing crap songs which people somehow liked.
The next day, Mum and I went to put my form in. Every girl in Sunset Kingdom was there. I stood no chance of getting one of the twenty place offered for the Selection. Most of the girls wore a ton of make-up. I was just how I wanted people to see me; nothing covering my most precious face.
Later in the week, we sat around the television watching who was picked for the Selection. I sat on my own with Lily (our dog) on my lap praying I wasn't picked. Girl after girl was announced with only five places left. Four. Three. Two.
"And the final place is… Ava Scott. They you are ladies and gentlemen, these are the twenty girls competing for HRH Prince Dylan."
I sat in shock. I swear they muddle my name for someone else. But hey, I don't have to put up with my family until I am kicked out.