Hey guys, I don't know you but whatever. I hope you enjoy this story and follow, favorite, and review. This is not on Maxon's or America's timeline. And yes, this is a SYOC, but the main character is Kylie, and I'm only accepting 25 characters. However, if your character is more interesting than Kylie, the story might also be put in her perspective. I welcome some criticism. OC submission sheet will be on my profile. Now, onward with the chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Selection Series; Kiera Cass does.

Chapter One

14 year old Kylie Stanford stomped through the crowds of Angeles, angrily cursing her twin sister's luck. Angeline this, Angeline that. Never Kylie. How come she gets all the love? Even Uncle Gaston only asks how Angeline is doing. What about me, huh? I could answer about my life as a actress. I even got the main character in multiple movies! Oh, whatever. Even I know that Angeline is an angel that could charm the pants off any male.

Kylie frowned and thought, I suppose I could just run away...

That was when decided that she would run and get away from her biased family. She thought that perhaps living as a servant wasn't that bad. After all, the royal family made it impossible for anyone to be an Eight when they combined it with the Sevens. I suppose I should get started on running away...

3 years later: the time in which the Selection takes place...

Kylie's POV

"Kylie! The Masons need an extra staff, and I can't go! Is it okay if you go instead?" my foster mother asked.

"Sure, Asereth! I'll be glad to help out," I answered.

It was three years since I ran away. When I reached the border of Angeles, I met a kind family that were Sixes, and they happily took me in. I suddenly had the family I always wanted, one with a little brother, Derek, an older sister, Katelyn, and two loving parents, Asereth and Liam Hamilton. It was as if I was officially apart of their family, and the officials never questioned why I was there; they assumed I was their child and only asked for my (new) name to put in the database because they thought they forgot to. Of course, my real family went looking for me, but they stopped after a year of no results. Although my new family heard of the search and knew it was me being searched for, they never turned me in, and for that I was forever thankful. My appearance drastically changed; my dyed golden hair faded back to brown, my hair grew from shoulder-length to waist-length, and my skin changed from pale to a moderate tan. I soon became accustomed to the daily work life of Sixes. I didn't mind working for snobby Twos; after all, they didn't recognize me, and they were the reason why my family were surviving better off than the other Sixes.

"I'll head over now!" I yelled, then paused. "Wait, where do they live again?"

Asereth laughed, "You forgot again?" I smiled sheepishly. "They live in the next neighborhood, over on Woodley."

"Oh, thanks." I said goodbye again then left for the Masons.

When I returned home from the Masons, they all rushed to greet me. I wondered why they were all grinning, but I soon found out why.

"Kay!" Derek spoke first. "There was a letter for you!"

"For me? Why?" I asked frightened, thinking my ex-family found me.

"Of course it's for you! You're the only one eligible!" Katelyn answered.

"For what?"

"The Selection of Prince Ryland!" They exclaimed in unison.

I froze, shocked. I always knew he was only two years older than me and that I could possibly be Selected, but my parents only fretted over Angeline getting picked. I supposed finding love wouldn't be that bad, but if I ever entered, I would've done it for the Hamiltons. Although they were better off than the other Sixes, they were struggling everyday for a sufficient meal for growing eight year old Derek. Asereth and Liam were getting older and problems, such as arthritis, were appearing. Katelyn and I made sure all three were fed properly before going to bed in hopes of them becoming healthier. Bags and dark circles were becoming a nuisance when I served for a Two that had guests over; they would laugh over how I should sleep more often, although they worked me till midnight. I sighed, assuming they wanted me to sign up.

"Fine, I'll join," I said, resigning.

"Are you sure, dear? You don't have to if you don't have to if you don't want to," Asereth asked, although she obviously thought I should join.

"Of course, Mother." Asereth smiled. "After all, I haven't had time to have a boyfriend. Ok then, now that that's settled, let's take a look at that letter."

To the House of Hamilton, the recent consensus has confirmed that a woman between the age of fifteen to twenty resides in your home. We would like to inform you that she is eligible for a great opportunity to honor our great nation of Illea. Our beloved prince, Prince Ryland Vaillancourt has finally come of age one month ago, on eighteenth day of July. As he ventures forth as the future ruler of Illea, he hopes to move forward with a partner, to marry a true Daughter of Illea.

At that, I paused and skipped over to the form.

Full Name: Kylie Hamilton

Age: 17

Province: Angeles

Caste: 6

Occupation: Servant

Address: XXXXX Oak Drive

Hair: Dark Brown

Eyes: Hazel

Skin Tone: Tan

Height: 5'5

Weight in pounds: Approximately 120 lbs

Schooling: Home-schooled

At this, Katelyn raised her eyebrows in curiosity. I ignored her silent question and continued answering questions.

Languages Spoken: English, rusty French, and rusty Spanish

Katelyn's eyebrows rose at an alarming rate.

Hobbies/Likes: Reading, singing, dancing, cooking, and acting/Flowers, music, books, movies, food, and the library

Fears/Dislikes: Fire and bugs

Family: One brother, one sister, and two parents

I sighed as I thought about why they needed all this information. I suppose it isn't a lottery after all...

Throughout the week, the post office was packed. I was barely able to get into what I assumed was the line. All of a sudden, I saw a familiar face in the crowd of giggling girls. I could hardly breathe. Angeline...For the first time in three years, I caught a glimpse of my younger-by-one-minute sister, and she was more beautiful than my real mother expected. She dyed her hair a strawberry blonde, her eyes as bright as ever, her body an hourglass. After I snapped out of my reverie, I desperately hoped she wouldn't recognize me. By the time I was up next, an hour and a half passed.

"Next!" the photographer yelled. I hurriedly rushed up to hand in my application and sat down on the stool, smoothing out my faded plaid red dress and looking down at my black combat boots. I dressed my best today, and the clothes I ended up wearing just so happened to be the clothes I ran away in. "Smile!" Out of instinct, I looked up and flashed my movie star smile, and the picture was taken.

I walked home in a rush and tried to calm myself down after the shock of seeing Angeline again. But karma sometimes hits, and I literally run into the person I so desperately tried to avoid.

"I'm so so sorry! Are you alright? It was totally my fault; I wasn't lookin-" I interrupted Angeline.

"It's okay. I wasn't looking either."

Angeline asked, "So...What's your name?"

"Ky-Riley, Riley Hamilton," I replied, in a British accent. "You don't have tell me yours; I recognize you. You're Angeline Stanford." Angeline looked surprised, but then remembered that she was famous. "Anyways, I better get to work; I'm sorry to have interrupted your journey home." And with that, I ran straight home, nearly ripping my already worn out boots.

When I became tired from running, I realized I had forgotten to go to work, but Katelyn left a note saying she would go in my place. Sometimes she was just too soft on me. With nothing to do at home, I went to the park with a book from the library, sat under my favorite peach tree, and started reading about America, a country where there was no monarchy, no castes, and advanced technology. I soon drifted off to sleep.

"Hey, wake up, Kylie! It's getting dark y'know?" a familiar voice called. I fluttered my eyes open, and there my best friend, Asher, stood. I honestly had no idea what caste he was from, or what his real name was. We met the first time I went to this park; I got lost on how to exit the gated park, and he walked me back home. I honestly thought he was a Two based on his good looks (I had no interest on dating him), but he was most likely a Four. Asher had unruly blond curls and striking gray eyes, but he always dressed like a Four, with factory clothes full of soot. That was why I called him Asher. I also called him Asher because he reminded me of a character from an old American novel, The Giver. Asher always teased me, and always managed to make me laugh; he seemed so carefree.

"Hello, Asher," I greeted, smiling.

"You didn't apply for the Selection, did you?" he asked, not replying to my greeting.

"Of course I did. My family needs the money after all," I replied. He looked crestfallen.

Asher fiercely said, "You know I could always provide you with money."

"And you know I don't like charity," I answered frustrated. "I don't get why you're angry anyway. It's not like I'm going to be Selected anyway. There are plenty of other girls in Angeles.

"Of course you don't know why I'm angry," he muttered, looking down.

"What? Why wouldn't I know? You know you could always tell me anything, right?" I questioned, but all he did was glance at me and walk away as quickly as he came.

And that's it for this chapter! I hope you liked it! Follow, favorite, and review! And I don't really care how many characters you submit. I'm probably gonna update next week, as long as I have enough characters to mention during the Report. The whole story is most likely gonna be put in Kylie's POV so don't be confused if I forget to put "Kylie's POV". That's that! See you next time!

~J.A.T.N.