Hey guys!
This is my first fanfiction so please be patient with me. I hope that you will like my story. Without further delay, I am going to start to write while you start to read!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Selection Trilogy. Kiera Cass does!
America's POV:
May 7th was the day I gave birth to my first child, Ashton. Maxon and I were overjoyed. As I held him in my arms, I could see that he had my blue eyes but he also had Maxon's honey blonde hair. It's like I saw both of us mixed together in Ashton's face.
"He's lovely, America. Just like you are." Maxon whispered softly. I smiled. I always liked it when Maxon said things like that.
"Well, he's going to be as handsome as you are. I just know it!" I gazed in Maxon's eyes. After a little while, just admiring Ashton, I yawned, telling Maxon that I was tired.
"I'll put the baby in the cot while you lay down and get some rest. Will be in with dinner later." he grinned. I nodded as I got comfy in bed.
Ashton's POV:
"Ash, are you ready?" I heard my younger sister, Maybelle yell as she poked her head into my room.
"Ready." I answered, all jittery and nervous. They were about to announce the thirty-five girls who were selected. I wonder how Dad got through with the Selection. Deep breath in and out.
"Don't act so nervous. Just be the center of attention for thirty minutes, not like an hour." Maybelle rolled her eyes. I smiled a little at how much my sister knows me. She knows that I don't like being the center of attention.
"Okay." I told her in a "I surrender" voice.
"Come on! I am so excited! I get to have thirty-five more sisters." she excitedly pulled me down the stairs.
"That sounds like too many sisters!" I followed her, laughing the whole way.
When we turned the corner to the room where they filmed the Capital Report, I could already hear the bustling of people inside. Knowing that I was getting scared again, Maybelle squeezed my hand and told me that it will be okay. We strolled into the room together, catching people's attention.
"Your Highnesses. Please take a seat." Silvia came over to greet us. I gave her a nod before heading over to where Mom and Dad were seated. Maybelle took a seat next to Mom while I snatched a seat beside Dad.
"Did you see Amber and Maddox upstairs?" Dad whispered to me.
"Didn't see them. It was just May and I." I replied. As soon as I finished my sentence, Amber and Maddox burst into the room, arguing.
"Amber! Go sit by your mother and stop arguing! Maddox, sit beside your brother." Dad half-shouted at them.
"Your Highness, the Report is about to start." Silvia informed. Dad gave her a nod and she went back to preparing for the Selected.
"Five, four, three, two, one!" the camera man counted.
"Good evening, Illea! We are once again at the start of a new Selection but it's the same question, who's going to be the one? The one who will win the heart of our beloved Prince Ashton. Well, let's start by asking what girl does Prince Ashton have in mind?" Gavril announced.
"I don't know, Gavril but I do know that I want a girl who is kind and generous." I responded honestly.
"Wise, Prince Ashton. And now, any words from our queen?" Gavril walked over to where my Mom sat.
"Same old words. Be yourself and enjoy your last day as a normal girl. Starting tommorow, thirty-five of you will become Illea's beloved Selected." Mom remarked with a dazzling smile.
"I agree and now, time to announce the Selected!" Gavril reported.
"Miss Mavis Carter of Paloma, Four."
"Miss Stacey Hale of Kent, Two."
"Miss Jolene Corbin of Hansport, Five." She's quite pretty.
"Miss Arielle Lane of Carolina, Three." Love her name, but not as pretty as Jolene.
"Miss Kailyn Burke of Waverly, Four."
"Miss Elle Meldrum of Likely, Three." The colour of her eyes was brown, like my Dad's.
"Miss Violet Lowe of Allens, Five." Violet was matching, her dress was violet like her name.
"Miss Blaire Pacer of Clermont, Four." I couldn't help but laugh a bit. Does she pace back and forth since her last name is Pacer?
"Miss Felicity Skehan of Bankston, Two."
"Miss Camryn Olsen of Waverly, Four." A girl with striking red hair like my mother's appeared on the screen. I could tell that her smile was quite genuine.
"Miss Gemma Kilmer of Angeles,Three." I can't help but think that her last name sounds like she's gonna kill someone. Kilmer.
"Miss Payton Abbott of Honduragua, Four." She was from the same province as my grandmother, Amberly.
"Miss Alexandre Rogan of Zuni, Five."
"Miss Calista Grogan of Tammins, Three."
"Miss Quinn Rowe of Sonage, Two."
"Miss Reanna Twiss of Dakota, Four."
"Miss Heather Calderwood of Sota, Five."
"Miss Kayla Mettrick of Atlin, Three."
"Miss Zena Craver of Hundson, Four."
"Miss Winny Ferden of Belcourt, Two." The list went on and on. It was too much to remember. I will have to work on my memory once this is done. It's going to be a late night...
Camryn POV:
"Miss Felicity Skehan of Bankston, Two." I tried not to get my hopes up. There were thousands of girls in Waverly. They wouldn't pick a girl who is a four and not pretty. People have told me that I was pretty but I chose not to believe them. They were probably trying to be nice.
"Miss Camryn Olsen of Waverly, Four." My whole family started to scream and shout all at once. I was going to go deaf after this.
"You're going to the palace, Cam!" my younger sister yelled in my ear. Ow... But I couldn't blame them, I was a little excited too.
"Go pack your things right now!" my mom pushed me in the direction of my room. I have never seen her happier. I guess my family was more excited than I was.
"But mom, I don't know what to pack." I explained. Before she could answer, the phone started to ring.
"Hello?" Mom spoke quietly while using hand signals to tell my family to stop screaming. They seemed to understand and instantly, all of them shut their mouths.
"Yes, I am." My mom continued her conversation.
"Yes, we will be home tommorow." After hearing what the person had to say, she nodded her head and ended the conversation with a "I got it" and "See you tommorow!".
"It was Silvia!" she exclaimed as she put the phone back down.
"Who's that?" I questioned, puzzled.
"Your new teacher. She will teach you table manners and all it takes to become a princess. Also, she will teach you the history of Illea." Mom replied.
"Mom, I can't promise that I will be the princess. If Prince Ashton doesn't like me , he doesn't like me! I can't do anything about it!" I stated the facts.
"I know, honey but try your best to catch his attention, okay? Try your very best and even if you don't become the princess, your Dad and I will be proud of you.
"Thanks, mom!" I perked up at that sentence.
Whew! That was a long chapter even though it was my first. Thanks for reading it, guys! I appreciate it and I hope you guys will continue to read this Selection story. Have a Happy New Year! Will upload soon, promise! :)