Hey everyone,

This is a new fic I'm starting. I don't own the Selection, or its charcters. The names of the OC characters are the only things that are mine. Hope you like it!

When I hear my name called, my stomach drops. I don't know how to feel. I can't help but let my eyes graze across the room, taking in the faces of my family. My two older sisters were smiling and laughing excitedly.

My older brother is stone faced. My father has that grin on his face that told me he was less than excited about letting his youngest daughter go to the palace. And my mother, she looked both angry and frustrated.

And finally my eyes landed on my grandmother. She was staring into her lap, a tear welling in her eye. I could practically see the memories forming in her mind, playing behind her closed eyelids.

I rose slowly, the eyes of my family following me, gauging my reaction. I showed nothing of what I felt inside. The nerves, the fear, the anger, and the excitement. I knelt in front of my grandmother, plastering a smile on my face.

" Gran, are you alright," I whispered softly. She looked up, smiling lightly. Gran lifted her frail hands to my face. She brushed a strand of red-brown hair away from my face.

" My sweet little Eve, I need to tell you something," Gran stood, gripping the handles of the chair. She began striding towards her room, her stride still true after so many years. I glanced back at my family, who had gone back to watching the Report before following.

Gran pulled a small brown box from her cupboard. She flicked open the golden lock and opened the box. I peered over her shoulder, observing what was in the box. I had to admit I was a bit disappointed at the contents.

Inside was a small, leather book. And a old, wrinkled envelope. She pulled out the envelope and closed the box. I didn't bother asking about the book. If it was something from her past she would only tell me if she wanted. It was what she always did. Anything we wanted to know, she told us only if she wanted too. Whether if it was her childhood, the Selection, or what happened after.

Gran sat onto the bed and placed the envelope. She closed her hand over my hands. " My dear Eve, keep this with you. I told you about my Selection."

" Of course, Gran," she laughed, " You've told me almost a million times." Gran laughed, removing her hands from mine.

" Yes, well," her voice softened. It was the voice she always reverted to when she talked about her past. A voice full of remembrance and regret of what could've been. " I made many mistakes during my Selection. And I know this is a...special selection, but it will be very similar. You'll have friends and enemies. And you mustn't make the same mistakes that I did."

My face dropped, " Did the Prince break your heart?" her gaze dropped down for a moment before rising again.

" Yes, in a way. But I suppose I broke his heart, too."

" I'm sorry, Gran."

" My past must remain there. But you, my sweet Eve, are much too similar to me. But you must promise me," she pointed to the letter with a thin finger, " That you will deliver this letter to King Maxon. You have to promise me."

I wrapped my hands around my Gran. " I promise."

I left my Gran in her room. I clasped the letter in my hand as I watched my grandmother sleep. I sang the song she always sung to me when I couldn't sleep. And as she drifted off to sleep I could hear the words of Harper from the Report.

" Miss. Evelyn Singer. Caste Three."

The celebration of my leaving had past in a blur of congratulations and goodbyes. my best friend, Mia, had been more happy than I was. And my Grandmother, had told me only one thing. To not to make the same mistakes I had.

The arrival at the palace hadn't been as much of a blur The castle was too grand to pass by. I had heard stories of the place from my grandmother. But stories could not do the place justice. It was grander than any home I could've ever have imagined.

The minute I stepped, the maids barraged her. My grandmother had told me the many things I was going to do before I met the Prince. I never thought that I would be picked. Prince Zane had decided to have a special Selection since he was to be crowned soon. Only 15 girls were picked for this one. I never thought I would be one.

After a grooming session, I was escorted to my room. my grandmother was right about the grand palace though. As big as it was, it was confining. I knew for a fact that there were guards outside my door. Guards lined down the halls. I couldn't go anywhere without being watched. But maybe I could take a walk.

I pulled a robe of my thin silk nightgown. I started to leave when I glanced back at my desk. Quickly, i slipped my Gran's letter into my pocket. I opened the door slowly and strode out before the guard could stop her. I stared at the windows, taking in the Angeles skyline, when suddenly I crashed into someone. I gasped almost toppling backwards. When I looked up I came face to face with a small, raven haired girl.

The girl smiled at me and stood, " Are you alright?" I nodded, smiling. My grandmother's voice echoed in my mind. Friends and enemies.

" I'm fine." She extended her hand.

" I'm Kaya. From Allens."

" Evelyn. From Carolina." Kaya's face broke into a smile.

" Your America Singer's granddaughter! I love her work!"

" Thank you, what do you do?"

" I'm a four. I want to become a chef. I hope we can be friends. I was afraid with all the competition that I wouldn't have a friend."

" Me too."

" And as a friend," she leaned closer to me, eyes glinting mischievously, " I'd stay away from Isa. She's from Clermont. I met her while coming to my room. She's real nasty. She said straight out to me that I should go home because she's gonna win." I chuckled. " Well, I better go. Gotta get ready to see the prince tomorrow." And then she was off. I smiled after her. She reminded of Mia at home. Energetic and happy.

I followed the direction my Gran had given to me before I left. The only thing was, that there were no guards to stop her. But there was something that stopped her. There sitting on one of the stone benches, staring up at the sky, was King Maxon.

How was it? Don't forget to review if you want more. And if you have any ideas for character names and personalities please PM them to me. Love you all!

-alunarselectedreader