Hello, people! This is my first selection story, so please bear with me! This takes place at America and Maxon's sons Selection, and his name is Benjamin. I might suck, who knows, but hopefully it won't. Enjoy!
Benjamin's POV:
I sigh as I exit the balcony, where I can still hear the people roaring through the closed doors. Sweat beads my forehead, and I wipe it away, glad to finally be alone. I inherited my mothers trait of not wanting to be seen by others.
My mind flits back to the speech I just gave. Thirty five girls, all of them coming here for me. I feel nervous just thinking about it. I have never had much to do with females, and I never expected for things to change from the way they were. "Don't worry, Ben. I was nervous as well, especially after I met your mother for the first time, and look at how we are!" He kissed my mothers hand after he said this. I am convinced I will never find a more perfect match than America and Maxon, my mother and father, Queen America and King Maxon to the rest of the world.
I sit in the chair in my room, waving away my dinner because I am too nervous to eat. Finally, I fall asleep with my head propped against a pillow, still in my nice clothes.
Zeta Barnes (one of the selected) POV:
I wake bright and early, and then realize I have to leave today. My mother signed me up anonymously, spending the last few coins we had on someone who could come to the house and take my picture so that I wouldn't know I was being put in the Selection. The thought makes me want to rage at her, but I know it wouldn't do any good. Besides, the money will help my brother, Haden, and his girlfriend, Clara, get married, so at least somebody will be happy.
I rise slowly, wondering if it is possible to NOT go to the Selection. But that would be treason, and I don't want the world to hate me, so I don my black pants and white shirt. I go into the bathroom, with its small mirror, and sigh. My hair is brown with streaks of blonde, my skin a sickly pale. My eyes are my greatest asset, because they are dark blue (is that possible) with a small band of gold around my pupils. Strange. I begin to braid my hair to one side, and then slip in a tiger lily, an old one that I found on the sidewalk. My lips curl into the slightest hint of a smile at my appearance. This is by far the best I have ever looked.
My aide, Faun, arrives for me at the exact time she said she would, and I am soon loaded into a car. My sendoff is brief, and before I know it I am on a plane. I feel like my stomach has dropped to the ground as we take off, but soon I become used to it. The girl sitting next to me, Julianna, is a Three, which makes me stiffen. I am the only six in the whole selection, and some idiot must have chosen me by mistake. But I think again of the checks getting sent home, and how happy Haden will be with Clara, and that relaxes me a bit. Everyone else has their hair styled perfectly, and I looked simple and plain.
"You will always be you, and that is the greatest thing about you. Don't forget it. Ever." Haden had whispered to me as I hugged him before I left. Tears sting my eyes at the thought. I hear a few girls gasp, and look out the window. I can see the palace grounds, with tiny guards scurrying around like ants on a hill. It is so big, even from this height, and suddenly I am terrified all over again. I don't belong here. I think to myself. I want to shrink into my seat and die. The rest of these girls are all well-prepared. I didn't sign up for this. I take another look out the window and gulp. I don't belong there. I don't belong with these people. As the plane ride wears on, I fight back all sorts of horrible thoughts. As we are unloaded in groups from the plane, my last thought before I meet the adoring crowds is I don't belong with the prince.
Hopefully you all like it! Kind of short, I know, but maybe if this goes over well I'll post more. -Alison