Hello to all! This is my first chapter of my first fan fiction and I am SOOO excited! I can't wait to share my book fantasies with you. This chapter is short only because it is the first one. I will be uploading another very soon!
I do not own The Selection or any of the characters except for the ones I have made up. I do not own some of the lines that I used from The Selection.
Fun Fact: There is a list of names that Kiera Cass has released saying all of the names of the Selection participants and a list of names that were almost in but did not make the cut. Sky is actually one of those names, and it happens to be mine!
Please do not review about this being copyright or plagiarism because it is not. Many people have had the same idea and my story is very different :) I love their work and would never copy them. Thank you!
I really hope you like this story! :D
Mmm the fresh smell of books in the bookstore compares to nothing else. All amazing stories surrounding me with their glory. Hundreds of stories to be told. So many novels yet to read.
My eyes examine the shelves for one particular book. The Selection by Kiera Cass. I have read it already on my kindle but absolutely have to have it because of that beautiful cover. It's only my favorite book ever.
I quickly find it and pull it out into my hands. The cover feels like smooth perfection. America's dress is stunning in every way possible.
After paying for the book at the cashier, I walk outside and sit against a tree outside the store. I want to get in some reading before I have to bike home.
Slowly, I open the book to the first page and sigh. How nice it would be to join America in the selection. How absolutely amazing it would be to win. I close my eyes and just imagine my own Selection story, when BAM.
I drop the book and slump sideways against the tree. Stars dance in front of my eyes until everything turns into black nothingness.
The ground is cold on my face. I sit up and realize, here I am, lying in front of a tree. My purple backpack is sitting uncomfortably on my shoulder and I feel a bit woozy. I'm still wearing my jeans and lacey white shirt. My hair is still a dirty blonde color. Where the hell am I? Last I remember, I was standing in the bookstore when I blacked out. The Selection was in my hand until I fell and dropped it.
People around me are scurrying into their houses mumbling something about "report" and "the girls". I decide to follow a random couple through the town. The roads are made of dirt and people all around look a bit ragged but not miserable. Some have smocks on and others are singing softly to themselves. The buildings around us are short yet sturdy.
Soon enough, the couple walks into their small home. Their living room has a window with direct viewing access to the T.V. from the outside. I stand near the window and try not to look conspicuous. Soon enough, a lady turns on the T.V. and a logo flashes on the screen reading "The Report". I start to wonder, could this possibly be the report that I'm thinking of? A certain show called "The Report" from The Selection?
Soon, my questions are answered. King Clarkson appears on the screen and gives a brief report on the war. Soon after, Gavril appears on the screen just as well as the royal family. Prince Maxon sits in front of his father and I nearly scream. It's true. I'm in Illea and the contestants for The Selection are about to be announced! Gavril is the first to speak.
"Good evening, Your Majesty," he says to the king.
"Gavril, always good to see you." The king replies, clearly excited.
"Looking forward to the announcement?"
The two of them continue to talk until the camera pans over to Maxon. My mouth is wide open as Gavril talks comfortably with the now stiff prince. I giggle, remembering his first kiss with America. So embarrassing.
After Queen Amberly speaks a bit, the contestants for the selection begin to show. Elayna, Tuesday, Fiona, and at last… America Singer! My excitement is over the top. I can imagine America sitting there with her family frozen completely with shock.
Oh, crud. The selection contestants have already been chosen. I've been sucked into this book but can't join the competition. The sadness mixes with the excitement of just being here, and I become determined. I will be in the Selection somehow and I will become part of this story.
It's just mean to be.
