Hey guys and gals! I hope that you will like the fan fiction I wrote, because it is my first time writing one... I really hope you like it. :)

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Chapter 1: meet Merca

*America's POV*

"Merca!" I sigh as another handful of paperwork was tossed to me. I have been working for forty-five hours already. I still haven't eaten anything or at least taken a break from work.

"Thanks" I said with a smile. I put my paperwork aside and opened my drawer. I saw Maxon's picture of us dancing in the Halloween ball, looking at that picture makes me warm.

"Merca? Merca!" and my mind snapped back to reality. I saw my boss staring at me. " Are you okay? You looked like you've seen a ghost." "I'm fine, thank you" I say to him with a smile.

"You know, you should go home. Get some rest." He said. I looked up at him " I can finish it today sir." I protested. I mean- seriously, I needed to finish it today, so I can get my hands free later. He held up a hand "you can finish it tomorrow, but today you should rest. You did well" he patted my shoulder and walked away.

I packed my things, including my laptop, cell phone, the picture and the ring. The ring… Seeing that ring reminds me of him. The night my life changed. Thinking about it makes me want to sob in a corner. I quickly wiped my tears and started walking away from my desk.

My real name is America Singer, I was one of the elite, and fell for Maxon Schreave. At the choosing ceremony, the rebels attacked. And almost killed Maxon. He proposed to me before he passed out, and I, of course said yes. I am the lost princess of my country Illea, and future queen. I flew to France and changed my identity. From America Singer to Merca Sieve, I lived in the city of Paris and worked here as an architect.

I knocked at the front door and entered inside the house. "Hello?" and suddenly I was crushed in a hug by Liam… I forget to tell you, Liam is my boyfriend so…

"I missed you" he said sadly. "I've been gone for only two days" I replied, patting his back.

Liam is also from Illea. He is the only one who knew my real identity, and it turns out he was a fan.

"I missed you too Liam. But I am really tired at the moment" I yawned. He kissed my forehead and let me go. I smiled at him and walked upstairs.

I took a short bath and changed into a pair of pajamas and a loose t-shirt, and my hair fall to my shoulders.

After a few minutes laying on my bed, I couldn't sleep. I got out of my room and tip toed to my music room. It is far from Liam's bedroom so if he's asleep, or not he will not hear a thing.

Once I entered my music room, I closed the door and locked it. I started to look for my diary and found it open underneath the piano… on a minute there I thought I lost it. I picked it up and sat up in front of my piano and I picked the last song I wrote when I was still in Illea.

Elevator buttons and morning air,
Strangers silence makes me want to take the stairs,
If you were here we'd laugh about their vacant stares,
But right now,
My time is theirs.

Seems like there's always
Someone who disapproves,
They'll judge it like they know about me and you,
And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do,
The jury's out,
And my choice is you.

So don't you worry your pretty little mind,
People throw rocks at things that shine,
And life makes love look hard,
The stakes are high,
The waters rough,
But this love is ours,

You never know what people have up their sleeves,
Ghosts from your past gonna jump out at me,
Lurking in the shadows with their lip gloss smiles,
But I don't care,
'Cause right now you're mine,
And you say,

So don't you worry your pretty little mind,
People throw rocks at things that shine,
And life makes love look hard,
The stakes are high,
The water's rough,
But this love is ours

And it's not theirs to speculate,
If it's wrong and,
Your hands are tough but they are where,
My belong in,
I'll fight their doubt and give you faith with this song for you.

'Cause I love the gap between your teeth,
And I love the riddles that you speak,
And any snide remarks from my father about your tattoos will be ignored,
'Cause my heart is yours.

So don't you worry your pretty little mind,
People throw rocks at things that shine,
And life makes love look hard,

And don't you worry your pretty little mind,
People throw rocks at things that shine,
But they can't take what's ours,
They can't take what's ours,
The stakes are high,
The water's rough,
But this love is ours.

When I finished the song. I rested my elbows on the keys, which caused a loud off key sound. I missed Maxon, Illea and Aspen. I have been framed, that I was the reason why Maxon lost his memory all about the selection. So he doesn't know me.

My first few weeks in Paris. I accidently bumped into someone and spilled coffee all over my clothes and that was Liam, who recognized me as "Lady" America. Since then, we became friends. Until, he confessed that he has feeling toward me.

I looked up and saw a couch n front of a window, which let's in a lot of moonlight.

I lay down on the couch and stared at the ceiling. My eyelids are becoming heavy, so I turned off the lamp. And I let sleep claim me.

I hope you guys like this chapter. It means the world to me. Please review and fav and Update Chapter two very soon. :)