When I opened my eyes I was on a bed. I looked around and it wasn't my room. I got up and looked around. I was in a house. I went to the bathroom and when I looked in the mirror I freaked out. I wasn't standing in the mirror. It was a girl with dirty blond hair and blue eyes. I didnt have brown hair and brown eyes anymore. Then I walked to the living room and saw a letter on the table. I walked over grabbed it and sat on the couch. On the front it had in gold cursive lettering 'Hazel Thompson' I opened it and in it, was an invitation to the selection. I was shocked. Am I really in illeá? Am I really invited to the selection? What if I get in? I looked outside of my window and saw a billboard that said something about Colombia. I am in Colombia. Ok. I got out a pen and wrote all the information down. I'm going to be a 3. I remember King Clarkson our in the fives as throw aways and to make the lower casts happy. I went back to my room and saw a bag on the floor. I looked in and it had cash, my clothes, some books, a camera and- my phone! I took it out. Knowing I was in a book now it probably wouldn't work, I tried to text my sisters in our group chat. It sent. How was it working?! Then Ella responded "Are you ok? What happened? Where are you?" "I don't know I think I'm in illeá... I got a letter to enter the selection... I have no idea what happened but when I got here I had a house and my bag and my phone was in it!" I replied. We talked for a little bit and then I went to go turn in my letter. I tried to look my best for the picture. A couple weeks later the report came on. They started calling out the selected. "... America Singer of Carolina, 5. Hazel Thompson of Colombia, 3." I recorded it on my phone then sent it in the chat. I felt weird having it in illeá when nobody else has it texting my sisters who are like 300 years in the past. It's just weird. A couple of days later I got on the plane and left. Now that I was in public I would have to hide my stuff because it's not exactly normal to have an iPhone in the time this book takes place. When I started getting pampered up I didn't exactly feel right having lots of makeup on. I would rather be myself. Or whoever I am now. "Please don't put on a lot of makeup." They listened and only put on some blush, mascara and just a little natural colored eyeshadow. At least I wasn't like the others with Makeup that made their skin look plain white like fancy people in England in the 1800's. Then I saw America sitting with Marlee. She was more beautiful than the book said. Her hair was a beautiful red and her eyes a lovely icy blue. I went and walked over to them. "Mind if I sit with you?" I asked. I really hope they say yes. I would love to be friends with them. "Sure!" America said. We talked a little while before we had to go back to our rooms. "Talk to you soon!" Marlee said to the both of us. I smiled to myself. If I never saw my sisters again, they would be the closest I had to them. Then I remembered about my sisters. What if I never see them again? I felt like I was going to cry at the thought but I had to stay strong. I need to. For them.