Hi guys! I had this great idea after reading some other fan fictions and came up with America's Return. I know, I know, I really should be working my other fan fiction I haven't updated in forever but I am having MAJOR writer's block for that story so if anyone has any suggestions leave it in a review for If Only or PM me. Now, to this story. Here is some background information that you might need. This story takes place in modern day America so that means iPhones, Starbucks, etc. Also, they will be living in cities across America, Carolina being the state North Carolina and Angeles Being the city Los Angeles. Those two places will really be the only two used in the story, but any others will be real names of places, the selection names in parenthesis. And, now at the end of this extremely long authors note, I can finally say, welcome to the story America's Return.

enjoy.

* This story will be AU(Alternate Universe) if anything does not compare exactly like relationships in The Selection. Also there might be slight swearing.

Chapter 1:

I was running down the street to Los Angeles High School, my torture chamber that I had to go to for most of the year. With my backpack slung over my right shoulder, it was pounding my back with each step I took. Looking down at my crappy phone my parents bought for me, I ran even faster knowing that if I didn't get there in the next five minutes, Marlee would rip my head off for not being there to catch up with her before the start of Junior year and I would rather stay in one piece.

I guess introductions should be made. My name is America Singer a junior in high school. I have lived in Los Angeles for my entire life but this year my father has a gallery in North Carolina which will run all year, hence my family moving. Thankfully my sister, Kenna, graduated already and let me stay at her place to finish out my high school years. But my parents offered me to stay with them.

Once I reached the school yard, I searched for a head of long blond hair in the crowd. Instead I found a head of short blond hair. Shaking my head, I cleared my head from thoughts of him, but my mind wandered anyway. Maxon, was my best friend until the start of high school. See, he is in all advanced placement classes, the quarterback for the school football team, captain of the lacrosse team, and is rich. Don't forget the part about him being the most popular boy in the school. The end of the relationship between us was after the first week in freshman year.

Flashback:

"Maxon," I groaned, looking at my best friend who was dancing in front of me to the most popular song at the moment. "What?" he asked, not stopping his spasm, sorry, I mean dancing. "Can you not?" I asked pointing to the open math book in front of me with a pencil. "Sorry," he said with a sheepish smile, turning off the radio and sitting across the table from me. "What you doing?" he asked. "Algebra." I replied, not looking up from the workbook.

"Really?" he asked turning the book around to face him, snatching the pencil from my hand, furiously scribbling in answers. "This is so easy." he exclaimed as he handed me back the pencil and the book, now filled with answers. "Maxon!" I stared at him after looking at the filled workbook page. " I wanted to do that." Maxon cocked his head to the side, confusion etched onto his face. "Really?" he asked. "I thought you would want me to do that because..." and when he said that, I knew he was going to compare me to Kriss.

Kriss Ambers. She goes to our school and Maxon became friends with her. Don't get me wrong, she is the sweetest girl possible. When Maxon was around of course. But a total bitch when he wasn't always warning me to "Stay away from Maxon because he would never like a poor little girl like me." and "He told me that you guys are only friend because he pities you." Try putting up with that for an entire summer.

"I know, I know." I interrupted, frustrated. "Kriss likes it when I do that." I said in a high pitched mocking voice. Maxon stared at me. "How did you know I was going to say that." The ball of frustration and anger started to grow in my stomach. "Are you kidding me?" I asked, raising my voice. When he shook his head no, the ball of bottled up feelings grew bigger.

"All summer long you went on and on about Kriss comparing me to her." I said, my voice getting louder still. "Guess what!" I screamed, standing up abruptly, leaning on the table, my two hand firmly planted on the table in front of me. " I'm not Kriss. I never have been, never will be and never want to be. I don't want to be like that bitch."

Maxon's eyes hardened when I said bitch, his mouth pulled into a thin line. "Kriss is not a bitch America." he said in a deep, eerily calm, dangerous voice. "So stop being jealous of my relationship with her. If you can't be nice to her, I guess our," Maxon paused and swallowed. You could see the pain on his face. "I guess our friendship is over." "I can't like her Maxon." I said, shock still registered in my mind from what he just said. "She dislikes me so much it would be impossible."

I watched Maxon's expression carefully and saw how his face passed through so many emotions in a split second before settling on one emotion. Disappointment. "Maxon." I said breaking the silence over taking us. "It's fine if you want to be with Kriss over me. I wish you the best luck." With that I leaned across the table and kissed his cheek. "Bye Maxon."

End of flashback

Maxon tried to still be friends after that, claiming that Kriss was nothing to him even though she literally crawls over him every second of the day, but since he was popular and I wasn't we drifted apart anyway.

"America!" someone screeched into my ear, making me jump and turn around quickly only to find Marlee standing behind me. "Marlee!" I exclaimed wrapping my best friend into a hug. "I haven't seen you in forever!" I looked at her. "Well I wasn't the one in Greece all summer." Marlee looked down sheepishly. "It's fine." I said, punching her arm lightly. "What's fine?" someone asked behind me.

Groaning, I turned around to find Maxon standing behind me. "Nothing." I said, starting to walk away, Marlee following me with her phone out. "Can you sing something?" she asked, directing the camera at me. See, Marlee and I have a YouTube channel called i AM the a standing for my name and the m for hers. "What do you want me to sing?" I asked leaning against the tree by the school entrance. "Anything you want." I looked up at the sky, racking my brain for a song to sing when I finally came up with one.

Looking at the camera , I opened my mouth and began to sing.

"I still hear the sound of that runaway train
Rolled through my heart as lost lovers refrain
But I know in my heart it can never go back
To the way we were on that runaway track

And I see in my soul that I know you were lying to me
I lose control
Oh, I didn't know
Was I just too young?
But why do I feel so old?
Cause I'm still so young.

Yeah, but it all comes down to
What it all comes down to
It all comes down to
It all comes down to you."

When I stopped singing, pretty much the entire student population was staring at me. Nervous, I waved to them before grabbing Marlee's hand and dragging her inside. "Was that good?" I asked as Marlee and I started on our way to our lockers. "Good?" Marlee asked, staring at me. "That was amazing! So going on the channel today!" My face broke out into a huge grin. But of course, my streak of bad luck decided to not let me have one good moment. Let's sum this up in one word. Kriss.

"That was amazing." Kriss said, mocking Marlee getting laughs from her fellow cronies and glares from me and Marlee. "Sweetie," she started, locking eyes with me, "Let me tell you something. That was terrible. I really don't know why you even sing. It's not good, trust me. So lets give you something to do that you would actually be good at." An evil glint flashed in Kriss's eyes.

A crowd now started to form around us, consisting of what looked a lot like my entire grade. I was focusing on everyone else, that I didn't even notice Kriss walking up to me with coffee in her hand until I felt the scalding hot liquid running down the front and back of my shirt. Shoving the now empty cup into my hands, Kriss cleared her throat almost silently. "See, you have potential as a janitor. I just got you started early."

I looked around at the crowd which was still laughing at me until I settled on one head of short blonde hair, laughing harder than the rest. Kriss followed my gaze and smirked. "You never had a chance." she whispered in my ear before I ran out of the hallway, outside to the courtyard and called Kenna.

That happened one year ago. Not much has changed except for the fact that I left Los Angeles High School for North Carolina but got stopped along the way and ended up in high school. But don't worry, I'm going this year to that hell hole. This time though, I'm not afraid of Kriss and I'm more confident in myself. I guess that's what being a multimillionaire platinum recording singer-songwriter that is number one on the charts for the past 8 months or so will do to you. ANd if you haven't guessed by now, I'm America Singer.

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