Hey y'all! Before you start reading I would just like to say a few things.
First of all, this is my very first fan fiction! I'm very excited to really channel my love of writing towards an actual project type thing. Now, because this is my first fan fiction, or story in general, I'm gonna screw up. A lot. I'm gonna make spelling and grammar mistakes, mess up on characters and the plot. So I would just like to ask you to cut me some slack, please :) I would also love feedback and criticism.
Now another thing I'm kind of worried about is the characters, as they're based off real people. Let me just get this clear; I'm not the biggest fan of Ariana Grande and I barely know who Gabby Douglas is. So if a character's personalities are portrayed a little different than in real life, or if I get a fact about them wrong, please feel free to inform me! And just so you know, its really hard to find celebrities who are sixteen to twenty virgins. So, we are going to pretend all of the Selected still fit under those qualifications.
Oh and- the story will probably rotate between main characters. For now it'll focus on Zendaya, Ariana Grande and Selena Gomez. However, I want to give Taylor Swift, Megan Mcarthy, Hailie Mathers, Bethany Mota and a long list of others their time to shine as well.
Chapter One: Something of a Surprise
"So, are you going to do it?" The question hung in the air. A certain singer gulped, her hazel eyes glancing around the room where her family was gathered. Her mother and father sat on the leather couch side-by-side, while four year old Kayla was sprawled out on the floor by their feet coloring. Sitting in the couch opposite of the two of them were AnnaBella and Julien, Annabella clutching a doll in her hand. While both of them were young, it was evident the siblings were very aware something important was being discussed and listened to the conversation curiously. Austin, her brother, was seated in a recliner with a grinning two year old Katianna in his lap. Zendaya couldn't bring herself to look at the creased paper sitting on the table in front of them.
It didn't matter. She didn't need to look at the paper to know what was typed out on it. The teenager already had memorized the words of the letter. It wrote;
To the house of Coleman;
A current census has confirmed to us that a single women between the ages sixteen and twenty currently occupies your home. We are also aware that she is considered famous, and because of this would like to inform you of the upcoming opportunity to honor, not only the nation of Illéa, but the royal family as well. Our beloved prince, Flynn Cardall, is venturing into adulthood. As he explores this very new and exciting part of his life, he hopes to move forward with a partner, to marry a truly important daughter of Illéa. If your eligible daughter or sister is interested in possibly becoming the very bride of the Prince and adored princess of Illéa, please fill out the form and return it to your local Province Services Office. One famous, popular or outstanding women from each province will be drawn at random to meet the Prince. Participants will be housed at the lovely Illéa Mansion in Angeles during their stay. The families of each participant will be generously compensated for their service to the royal family.
We hope you consider,
The Royal Family.
The letter had been delivered to them the day before, and now came the problematic decision if Zendaya was going to enter or not. The brunette trained her eyes on the piano sitting in the corner of the room. Her hazel eyes studied the gleaming white keys. Sure, she could play the piano. The star could also sing, dance, model and act. But she was nothing but a rising star. Compared to people like Selena Gomez or Ariana Grande, she was nothing. She also wasn't even sure if she wanted to marry the prince. Her passion was for performing, not running a country. Zendaya finally fixed her eyes back towards her mom.
Claire's blue eyes looked at Zendaya questioningly, creases etched into the older women's forehead. After moments of silence, Zendaya finally spoke up. "I don't know. I'm not sure if I want to venture into the possibility of becoming the queen of Illéa. And its not like I'm big enough to compete against people like Tailor Swift." The female's voice caught in her throat, and she trained her eyes on her lap. She knew her mom- and the majority of her family- wanted her to go. As a two, you were supposed to be famous. Big. At the top. The opportunity to be princess was one most would take.
"Boo, it can't hurt to try. You're one of the few who even got the letter. The Royal Family considers you famous. And imagine it- you could be the princess!" Her mom encouraged. At the word 'princess', AnnaBella squealed, "You should at least try, Zen." Zendaya sighed in response, but slowly nodded. She would do it for her family. "Okay, okay." The singer agreed. In the corner, little Katianna-who had been silent the entire discussion- suddenly spoke up in her slurred baby words. "Yay! Yay! Ze Ze de next princess!"
Ariana Grande sat on her queen-sized bed, legs crossed. Her manicured hands held a special letter; one saying she had the opportunity to meet the prince! She turned her head towards her dog Coco, who was curled up on the coral pink bed sheet besides her. "Oh my God, Coco!" She squealed, loud enough to wake the young dog from his nap. The daschund-German shepherd mix's head flew up suddenly, his eye's trained on Ariana concernedly. After realized nothing was wrong, Coco stood up and shook out his coat before moving closer to the girl and lying down besides her.
Ariana's dark brown eyes perused the typed out words on the paper for a second time before shouting, "Frankie! Get up here!" Frankie was her brother, well, half-brother technically, and the person she happened to live with. Within moments Frankie could be heard lumbering up the stairs and quickly poked a head through the doorway of Ariana's room. The brunette beamed at her older brother and beckoned him over to the bed. "What is it? I was taking a nap." The male complained, his words slightly slurred together. "Look! This came in the mail!" Ariana informed him, waving the piece of paper around excitedly. "What is it?" Frankie mumbled, taking the letter from her hands.
After quickly reading through the paper, her brother's eyebrows shot straight up. Frankie looked at his younger sister. "Wow. " His voice was impressed. "You really want to meet the prince, eh?" "Come on! This is a big deal! I might even be the next princess of Illéa," The girl said, playfully flipping her brown hair. "And then you'll be taking orders from me."
Selena Gomez sat alone in her large house, twirling an envelope around in her fingers. Well, the house was only devoid of other human company, as five other dogs occupied the house as well. Excitement coursed through the young women's veins, an emotion that didn't show on her face. Sure she was thrilled to receive note that she was eligible for the prince- as many women weren't. But a situation like the Selection came with pros and cons. Selena absently bit at her fingernails, ruining her mint green nail polish. Her dark brown eyes stared off into the distance, her mind engrossed with a whirlwind of thoughts.
From one point of view, the selection was probably what she needed. If she was being honest, Selena's biggest fear was stuck being single. What if she ended up as an old cat lady? No, she wanted a romance like the one in the Notebook. And if she did get picked for the Selection, she'd have a good chance at Prince Flynn. The mere idea of Flynn Cardall being her romantic interest made Selena smile. From what she had seen of him on the Illéa Report, he'd probably be the perfect guy. Flynn would never leave her, he'd treat her perfectly, he'd make her laugh and he'd understand her. And even if Selena was sent home, there'd be even more boys lined up for her after the event. She'd be mega-famous.
On the other hand, the idea of being selected was terrifying. She hated dates, Selena was more than awkward around boys who weren't considered friends. Half the time she didn't know what to do! Would she be able to handle the possibility of years in the Selection, each week full of dates? The dark brunette sighed, biting her lip in thought. I'm going to have to be able to do this. I won't be able to grow as an artist if I'm afraid of being awkward. Nonetheless finding love. Selena thought fiercely. "Okay, I'm going to do this," She told herself, grabbing a pen from the counter to fill out the form.