This is my first story and I just wanted to say that constructive criticism is appreciated, but PLEASE NO "THIS STORY SUCKS!" or anything that falls in the same category. (Gosh I sound so awkward!)

This story is a cross over between The hunger games trilogy, Divergent trilogy, the selection trilogy and was inspired by a show called "haven". I don't own any of these stories/shows.

All rights to Veronica Roth, Suzanne Collins, Kiera Cass, and the Jim Dunn, and Sam Ernst (the creators of the SHOW haven, (haven is based off a book))

Never mind me, on with the story!

Chapter 1

I follow the guards to where the Capital Report is being televised. Aspen is the guard that decides to walk beside me, with the other guard ahead, leading the way. However, Aspen isn't just a guard to me, but my first love. Maybe he still is. I don't know anymore. With being entered into the Selection not even two months ago and the being the one of the finally six of 35, one of the Elite. Maybe over the last two months a thin string came between us and we don't have the scissors strong enough to cut it. I shake my head, string, okay.

We walk in silence, with the exception of the clicking of our shoes against the mahogany floors.

I don't know if Aspen can see my nervous appearance. Or if I even appear to be nervous, maybe emotionless, pale, might be a better description.

He looks as if he's restraining from doing something potentially dangerous. Is he... thinking about comforting me? Why doesn't he? I look at him then at the guard ahead. Oh. He doesn't want to be caught doing anything that could be mistaking for a romantic gesture. Even holding my hand could get us both sentence to a punishment. Being affectionate toward anyone, except Maxon- while being entered in the Selection- could earn us both for a punishment that neither of us will ever forget.

Finally, after what seemed as an entirety of nothing, we arrive. With one final glance at Aspen, I make my way to one of the chairs that say America Singer on it. Which so happens to be seated next to Celeste. Great. I try to smile a friendly smile, but probably turns into a grimace when she looks at my dress then at my face. I swear there is not one nice bone in that girls body.

I take my eyes away from Celeste and look at the rest of the room ahead. My eyes land on Maxon, the prince. Maxon's eyes seem to be already on me, though. Looking at me a faint smile. I smile back, he smiles wider. We probably look strange. Especially with him looking like a psychopath. We broke eye contact when we heard the instrumental version of our countries anthem. I listen silently and remember the moment when I was sitting in my living room watching the Capital Report and the report was reveling the 35 most beautiful women in Illéa.

After the anthem, Gravil Fadaye came out and shook hands with the royal family. King Clarkson, Queen Amberly, and Prince Maxon. The royal family, the family that Maxon wants me to be a part of. When I first got here I thought I could stay for a couple of weeks-if Maxon aloud it-eat the food giving and then go home. But now I feel conflicted. Why did Maxon have to come in my life and confuse me? Why did Aspen have still love me?

The King, Maxon and Gravil all talk for few minutes. I space out, not processing what they are saying.

"Why don't we turn our attention to the girls now? Mmhh? I bet the rest of Illéa are wondering what the young women are thinking?" Gravil changes the attention over to the six of us.

"Alright, but if-" the King is interrupted by the burst of the door. We all turn to our side to be to see a woman walking toward us. Us, being the elite six. She doesn't make any other movement than making long strives toward us, she doesn't make any attempt to introduce herself. She dressed in a knee high black skirt, a dark blue blouse, and a black high heels. She looks fairly young no older than 30. Beautiful and confident, definitely. Just by looking at the they she walks you can tell.

She looks at everyone in the room. One at a time, then when she lands on me she suddenly stops. She smiles and says "Hello my name is Amanda Ritter, you must be America Singer." Then time seems to stop.

How was it? Remember any constructive criticism helps!

~Dance-for-life4598