Hey happy wontons, I see you've come to read my new story Matched. I would say the ones who have been reading my other stories know that I'm very excited to start writing this, and most of you guys are excited to read this. I reread the original story Matched a couple times before writing this.

Matched is a book by Ally Condie and I made a well, Pokemon version of it. If you read Matched, yes you will find my story alike to it. So I really don't want to see 'Hey you copied this story!' or 'I've read this in a real book!' or 'Ally Condie wrote this people, not Citra!' Okay, I now disclaim Matched. I never owned it anyways. But I do own this fanfiction. Muahahaha. LOL.

I'm going to be honest, I wrote the first chapter in the beginning of November because I was just too excited! Hopefully you people are excited as well and you're reading this. (:

Let's start this baby.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or Ally Condie's book.

Max was sitting in front of me, staring out the large window. We were driving from the east side of the Province to the west side, which was of course all the way on the other side. He was dressed in a dark navy suit and he looked extremely bored. If I were him, I'd be bored too, he's twelve after all. Max noticed me staring at him. "What?" he asked, his cheek resting on his hand.

"Nothing," I responded to my brother. "I'm sorry you didn't want to come, but it's against the rules to leave someone less than sixteen at home alone." The Agents made that rule long ago and they engraved that rule into everyone's head. I bet even five year old children knew that rule.

Agents were people who organize the Association. They choose things for us and they are always right. Well, that's what I and most others think. I trust their choices; they pick the best life length, perfect job and the ideal mate for you. What's there to not trust or hate?

I felt the train make a sharp turn and my head hit the side of the high speed train. "Ow," I muttered, placing my hand on where it was hit. I sighed gratefully, a bump wasn't forming and the pain was fading away quickly.

"Are you okay?" I look up and my best friend, Brendan Birch, was walking by. I nodded and he handed me a water bottle. "Here May, take it."

I shake my head. "I have one. You keep your own water." He shrugged and proceeded to where he was going. I watch him and he opened the door to the restroom. Okay, maybe I shouldn't have watched him.

My family and his were going to the yearly event where all seventeen year olds are required to attend: the Match Banquet. Or I should say, my Match Banquet. I was dying for this moment; I've been counting the days since I turned sixteen. Brendan and I were nearly the same age; he was only a week older than me. I was finally going to meet an unknown man who will be in my life for the next sixty three years. I know he's going to be perfect, the Agents always pick the best man for a girl.

Do the math. We only live for eighty years; it was one of the Association's rules, too. I assume they made that rule so old people won't have to suffer as they grow older. I don't mind that rule.

Brendan walks back out and he shakes his hand to rid the water, and then dries it on his pants. I scrunch my nose. "Don't do that. You'll get your pretty pants wet."

He raises an eyebrow. "Pretty?" he repeated. "I do not want you calling my pants pretty. Call them handsome, nice or cool. That's better." I roll my eyes and hit his side playfully. He took a seat in the empty chair next to mine.

"Max," my mother called. "Come here, dad wants to play a game with you." Max's face was filled with delight and he ran to her happily. Of course he'd react that way, as I said, he looked extremely bored. I laugh.

"Are you nervous?" Brendan asked. I knew what he was talking about. Am I nervous of meeting my match? Now who would feel worry about that? I bet the people who are most worried about this are the parents of the teens attending. Yesterday, or the past days, my mother has been praying for a good man who will treat me right.

"No," I answer. "Are you?"

He shook his head. "I know you're nervous." I frown, my face saying 'how do you know?' "You keep playing with that pocket watch. Where did you get it? I didn't know you had an artifact." People in the Association may only own one artifact each. I respect all their rules, but that rule was quite silly. Artifacts are treasures from the past; usually your relatives will pass them down to you. This one was from my grandfather. He's seventy nine.

"Grandfather gave it to me for good luck before we left," I said. Brendan nodded and looked out the window. We've never driven this far before, so it was really cool to look outside. People in the Middle East had different simple-clothes than ours. You wear simple-clothes while you are playing, hanging out or just not doing anything special. Anyways, theirs' were yellow and brown. Ours are green and grey. I kind of wish ours were red, I love that color. But green is okay, too. "How much longer?" I asked Brendan.

"An hour," he said. "Are you that excited to meet some guy?"

"No," I said. "I know he'll be perfect."

"Even if they pick some fat, ugly guy who sweats every five minutes?" Brendan asked, snickering. We loved joking around with each other; it's just what we do. Our mothers were best friends back in Fourth level school, so we've been together since we were babies.

So first level school is what people call 'baby school.' Wait, let me back up. There are five levels in school, and in each level there are three experiences. Each experience is six months, so half a year. So as I said, first level school is 'baby school.' It really isn't for babies; it's for ages five through eight. I guess they're called babies since their so small. Second level is for ages nine through twelve, which is where my brother Max is in. Third level is twelve to sixteen, fourth level is seventeen to twenty, and fifth level is twenty one to twenty four.

Some people go to level five to seven, but it really depends on what job the Agents assign you to. Like my dad had to go up to level seven school to be a surgeon. I don't know what I'm going to be, they tell you on your last year of fourth level. So I have around two years. Though I don't like school, so I hope I don't have to go up to level seven in school. That would seriously be a pain.

Brendan grabbed the pocket watch from me and I glared at him. "Sorry, the clicking noises were annoying me," he said, observing the tiny details of the watch. "Dang, this is cool. It must've cost a lot. Hey look, it says your initials, 'MM.' Did he do that just for you?"

"What?" I say, taking the watch back. "His name was Michael Maple. We have the same initials."

"But yours are actually a triple M," Brendan says. "Maybelle Melanie Maple. Who would think about doing that to their daughter?"

"Brendan, you're so mean," I said, turning away from him. "At least mine isn't 'BNB.' My mom calls bread and butter 'BNB' so you should feel sadder." His full name was Brendan Nathan Birch, so as you can see it's 'BNB.' I don't see why he should be making fun of other's initials when his are just as worse. "It can also stand for 'Bed and Breakfast.'"

We talk for the next fifty minutes and our train comes to a stop. We were the fifth cart, so we had to let the front four groups go first. Then our door opened and Brendan and my family walked out, and we saw a couple other families looking at maps or signs. The girls had pink or purple dresses, and it was the most popular color for women formal-clothes.

My dress was sapphire blue; it was the color of my eyes. I don't really care being different.

My phone buzzed, and I took it out of my dress pocket. It was Leaf, and she sent me a text saying, Hey I see you! Don't move your bootie. I'm the eleventh cart of the train so don't ditch me, loser. Leaf Green Xenia is my best friend, and she's also seventeen. She wasn't nervous about the Matched Banquet; she says it'd be like every other night, just meeting some guy you're going to be stuck with forever. I laughed at that when she told me. "Mom," I said when my mom was close enough. "Leaf said to wait, she's the eleventh cart and she wants to stick with us."

"No problem, honey," Mom said, moving her bangs away from her eyes. "Oh my, I need to cut my bangs when we get home. Norman, can you do that for me?" Mom started talking to Dad and I laugh. Mom was clueless like me. Brendan said I'm clueless, too, but no way. I'm not. Brendan's just a meanie.

Minutes later, Leaf was running out of her cart and she attacked me with a hug. "Oh geez I thought I was going to die in there! We were in there for what, an hour in a half? Why couldn't your family be with mine?"

"I know, I wish that we didn't have to be with our family in a train," I said. That was also a rule, and there can only be two families per cart, no matter how many family members there were. Leaf only had her mother, her father died because of an illness. "I love your dress. I knew green would look great on you."

Leaf pulled away from me and did a twirl. "I know, aren't I fabulous?" my mom saw Leaf and her mom, so we made our way to the Banquet. I felt my heart slowly beat quicker, and then I saw Leaf make a disgusted face. I asked her what was wrong. "I just saw the player from our class. I forgot his name… but you know who I'm talking about, right? Yesterday he was hugging a bunch of girls going like, 'Yeah, I'm so sorry but this will probably be my last time hanging out with all you beauties since I'm getting my soul mate tomorrow' and crap. Then girls were going like 'oh I hope it's me!' He's such a player. I pity the girl who ends up with him."

"Ohhh him," I say, remembering his face. He had spiky auburn hair, and I wondered if that was natural. It looked kind of natural because it wasn't never shiny, wet or stiff looking. "I wish Eevee was here with me, she loves looking at pretty dresses."

"But rules are rules," Leaf said. "You can't bring Pokemon to the Match Banquet. But if I brought Chikorita with me, she'd be pulling everyone's dresses, wanting a sample." We both laugh.

I saw Professor Birch, Brendan's dad, snatch Brendan's white hat off. "Son, don't wear this in. You'd be such an embarrassment and it doesn't match your suit." Brendan and him start arguing and he tried taking his hat back, but Professor Birch stuffed it in his bag. "I'll give it to you when the Banquet is over." He groaned.

"Was Brendan nervous for this?" Leaf asked after the scene was over. I shook my head. "Wow, he's calm. Although I wonder if he was nervous as hell last night."

"I don't think he'd do that," I say, laughing again. Even though I was so nervous before, Leaf and Brendan always knew the ways to make me calm down. Leaf and I met in the first level of school, and coincidentally we've been in the same class since. It's not like I mind.

"Darling, your bun is in a mess." Leaf's mom came up from behind her and took out the falling bun her brown, chocolate hair was in. Her brown hair was a shade darker than mine. She did a beautiful bun just like that while we were walking. I stared in amazement. "Now you look beautiful. Your match will be stunned, overwhelmed and so happy when they see you're his match." She walked ahead of us to talk to my mom.

"Your mom is funny," I say.

Leaf shrugged. "Was she trying to be funny? Besides, you can't judge people by their appearance."

"I know," I agreed. "Once your match finds out what you're really like, he'll think 'Man and she was so elegant at the Banquet, too.'" Leaf punched me and I stuck my tongue out at her.

We reached the room where the Match Banquet was being held. My family took a seat at the table that held our last name, Maple. Brendan's family was on the other side of the room, and Leaf's was a table away from mine. "Welcome," an Agent said from the large podium that was in front of the room. I felt my hands sweat and I wipe them carelessly on my seat. "Everyone take a seat. Dinner will be served shortly."

After exactly a minute she said that, waiters and waitresses came in and I inhaled the delicious scent. Mom said they have scrumptious meals, and the best part is that they're free. Even though we didn't have money problems, Mom still liked to save money. She's weird.

"Even though the food is good, I bet most of the Matchees won't finish it since they're too nervous," I heard a man behind me say. Some chuckle at the comment, and his daughter hit his arm jokingly.

A waitress placed my meal on the table and I smile. I get nervous, but that will never ruin my appetite. People who really know me should know I love eating. I list it as a hobby. I don't finish the large servings of everything, though. They served everyone a stake, crispy vegetables, tasty soup, moist, light bread and fresh fruit. They even served apple cider! I saw my brother push the vegetables aside and I glare at him. "Max, try the vegetables. They're good."

"No matter how many times you tell me that, I'm never eating them." I'm surprised he's strong and tall, he never eats vegetables. Well he'll eat them in burgers, and it's great that he loves them.

Mostly everyone finished eating twenty minutes later, and the waiters and waitresses came back to serve a rich chocolate cake with chocolate frosting, chocolate shavings, a strawberry and some mint leaves on top. So much chocolate! It looked too good to eat, how could they serve such delicious food every year?

I kind of hope the Agents give me a job as a professional chef so I can have good food every day. I might get sick of the food's richness, though.

I slowly eat my cake so I don't get too full. It was so good, but it was way too big. I felt bad if I didn't finish it. Once they start announcing the Matches for each Matchee, all food will be taken away. I checked my pocket watch and I had ten minutes.

I'm sure ten minutes will be enough.

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"Abigail Maine."

That was probably the girl behind me, because she took a deep breath. I turned around to make sure, and she was giving her mom and scared look. Her mom just patted her shoulder and kissed her cheek. She played with her nails and she stared intensely at the screen on the podium. I really had no clue why she was so nervous; she looked like one of those queen bees from one of the classes at school. Well, everyone feels nervous so I understood.

They were saying the ladies from alphabetical order by last name, and I felt nervous. My last name also begins with an M and an A, so my turn is close.

It took a minute or two for the man's picture to appear. I kind of felt sorry for all the guys, they pretty much had no idea when their name was going to be called. They were going to feel nervous so whole time.

A minute or two later, a boy with golden hair, pale hair and grey eyes appeared. He wasn't that bad, and I heard Abigail take a sigh a relief. Maybe she was thinking that an ugly or fat man was going to appear as her match. Her picture was on the screen already, so now both of their pictures were on the screen. They look cute together. "Joey Olsen," the announcer says. "Abigail Maine, you have been matched to Joey Olsen."

I turn around and see Abigail looking at Joey, and to my surprise their tables were next to each other. They were smiling and waving shyly at each other. It was cute. I wonder if I'll do that too. Will I wave meekly at them? Will I wave strongly at them or just give them a smile? I don't know what I'll do.

Abigail and Joey stood up and walked to the podium to receive their golden box. The box had a microcard that held information of their Match inside. Later on, the box will be used to hold the Marriage Contract and the rings.

Then for the next five minutes, they show pictures of two other now Matched couples. I felt happy for them; they all look relieved, happy and satisfied with their match. Do you see what I mean when I always trust the Agents? Like I said, they pick the best matches.

The girl next to me who was in my physics class, April Mamis, had her name called. She looked at the screen calmly, boy with dark brown hair showed up. Oh that's right; he's the one who always scores the highest in English. He was smart, so I guess congrats to her. She came back, holding the gold colored box. I catch her attention after she finished staring at her Match. "Congratulations," I say.

She smiled. "Thanks, May. I'm guessing you're next." I nod and I feel nervous. Mom holds my hand and we wait another minute for the Agents to discuss some things.

"May Melanie Maple."

My name was called and I let go of my mom's hand. I stand up like others did and I stare at the screen with a smile on my face. I hope my smile wasn't too big or too small, I just hoped that I looked great. The screen showed the best picture the photographer took the other day. I had my silky blue dress on in the picture.

I tried to stay calm but nothing happened. I continued to stare at the screen and wait for the Agents to choose my Match.

Oh geez, that was such a long chapter. I'm really satisfied with it, though! (: I was supposed to be doing science and history homework but I was like, 'Nah screw those subjects I'm going to type this.' I mean it's not like I suck at those subjects, I pass them easily but it's just so boring. Actually I like science I just hate the teacher.

Anyways, there you go. You have May Maple clenching and unclenching her hands waiting for her Match to appear. But you already know who it is because I said it in the summary. LOL sad. But that's okay doe, it's obvious anyways.

Drew is probably going to appear later, but keep with me. His picture is appearing, but not him. Does that make sense? Yes it does, it makes perfect sense.

Do I get off topic a lot? I love talking so that's probably what's going on. If you knew me in real life you'd be like 'why is this girl talking about this nonsense?' Hey, at least my writing doesn't get off topic a lot. You don't see May talking about One Direction. LOL.

Sorry I got off topic again. I was about to tell you to review. SO REVIEW. Subscribe/alert this story so you know what's going to happen! (: err, how it's going to happen.

Until next time,

~Citra