Chapter One
America's POV
I gripped the handle bar tightly, as if I was trying to prevent myself from fading away. I took a deep breath and started turning it. I winced and all the memories of last night came flooding back to me. You can do this America I sighed and put both of my hands on the handle, looking back at the palace.
"I'll miss you," I whispered and turned the handle.
I slowly walked to the sleek black limo, parked there, waiting for me. I got in and saw the driver, who looked around the age of fifty. He gave me a friendly smile and I politely replied with a small grin and sat down, buckling up. He revved the engine a couple times before pulling out of the driveway and onto the road.
I arrived at Carolina shortly after two hours of sitting in the car and playing with my hair. I stepped outside and breathed in the air. I immediately choked, smelling smoke and burnt rubber. I gagged a little before I could look around. I saw ashes everywhere and some buildings were destroyed. I slowly walked over to my house and saw it black. I gasped and knocked on the door.
I waited a few seconds humming a bit, before someone answered the door and tackled me with a hug.
"May!" I yelled, trying to untangle myself from her. She giggled and stood up, leaving me on the floor.
"Why are you back so early? Oh! Do you get to stay with us for a while before going back? Is Maxon coming?" the questions spilled out of May's mouth, leaving me tense.
"No, he's not coming," I said between clenched teeth.
"Why?" May whined. I broke down, getting ready to tell everyone the bad news,
"I got eliminated." I tried to say it as quiet as I could, but everyone heard me and the house got silent.
"Oh, America," Mom came over to me and gave me a tight squeeze on my arm. More tears flowed down my cheeks as she comforted me. Dad eventually came over to me and gave me a hug and so did May and Gerad.
After a while I murmured out loud, "I'm going to go to my room." Everyone broke free and Dad gave me a pat on the back, leaving me to walk towards my room.
I immediately flopped onto my bed sobbing as if I was a maniac. I rolled onto my back, looking up at the ceiling, trying to process everything. I tired to cry, but no tears came out. I turned on the tv and saw King Clarkson smiling widely at the camera.
"Yes, she has been eliminated," he smirked, as if I was talking to me.
"And how do you feel?" Gavril asked him. He frowned, a fake frown saying,
"I really wish she hadn't go, but it was my son's decision." I saw Maxon scowl and opened his mouth trying to say something, but nothing came out. It was his decision. He could've stopped it, but he never did. I felt anger rising in my chest and turned off the TV. Putting a pillow over my face, I screamed. Loud.
It has been a week since I've been eliminated and I've changed. I now have colored my hair blonde and put on some green colored lenses. I dressed differently and made my voice sound more high pitched. People now call me Olivia, Liv, for short.
I walked out of the house and onto the street and heard a couple gunshots. I ran into hiding as fast as I could until I bonked into someone.
"Oops, sorry," the girl said. I looked at her and recognized her as Kriss. What is she doing out here?
"It's fine," I mumbled. Hopefully she didn't recognize me.
"Do I know you?" She asked. She examined my face and took a closer look. I held my breath hoping she won't know it was me. She shook her head and murmured something. She looked up at me again and gasped,
"Your arm!" I looked at my arm and it was wounded. Probably from a gunshot.
I felt the pain go throughout my body and I inhaled sharply taking it in.
"What's your name?" Kriss piped up.
"Am- Olivia," I replied, hoping she won't catch my mistake.
"Olivia, would you like to come back to the palace with me?" She asked gently, before I could reply she interrupted,
"Perfect! Come along now." She dragged me toward Maxon and I struggled trying to break free of her grip, but my wound hurt too much. She finally pulled me over to a truck and got Aspen to carry me in. I glanced at Aspen who was now staring at me. What are you doing over here? He mouthed at me. He knew. I looked away, my arm hitting another person. I screeched in pain and saw that it was Maxon, who I bumped into.
"Your majesty," I quickly curtsied. "No need for formalities right now, but what happened to your arm?" He asked.
"Gun shot," I murmured. Aspen quickly examined my arm with worry in his eyes.
"We need to go now," he said, dropping my arm. He got in and the truck started moving.
"Do I know you?" Maxon asked. I stayed silent letting him look over me.
"America?" He asked.
Hey Everyone! It's me again, EverythingisBlack, I'm sorry if I keep deleting stories, but I do have a good feeling about this one. I promise I won't abandon it or some sort. I'm sorry if I left it at a cliff hanger, but I like it like this, so please don't be mad at me! Have a good day! :D
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