Hey guys Fanfiction deleted my Second Chapter and I don't have it saved so I have no idea on what I'm going to do, anyway I'm so sorry for the late update it's been like a year but my Mother recently passed away and I just haven't had the heart, I hope you like this.

Clary Pov

I settled into my chair as the small screen of the television lit up and the perfect voice of Gavril Fadaye echoed through the house."Good evening ladies and gentlemen of Idris! Welcome to The Selection , where the 35 girls, 35 very lucky girls might I add, will be chosen for Prince Jonathon to choose as a bride," he says.

The cameras move to show the royal family. King Stephen, Queen Celine, and Prince Jonathon sit in their designated thrones above the stage. They zoom in on Prince Jonathon's face and I am truly surprised to see the nervousnes evident on his face.

It hit me hard now, how he had no true choice on who his wife would be. He only had the 35 girls his family had chosen for him to choose from, and that girl could easily be chosen by mistake, he would have to live with it for the rest of his life. For divorce was highly frowned upon in Idris.

I looked around the table to the places where my family sat. Max was eating his food extremely fast, rapidly shoveling spoonfuls into his mouth.

It pained me to know that the cause of that was hunger.

Clara was the complete opposite, she hadn't even touched her plate for she was too busy bouncing up and down in her chair as the television.

And lastly mother and father held the same expressions, hopeful but grim.

The first picture of a girl was shown on the screen.

"Abagail Freeman of Stella a Three in the caste system," Gavril said. She was very pretty, dark brown hair surrounded her face, and big brown eyes twinkled on the screen.

The change in emotion could easily be felt across town, even Max put down his fork.

"Serena Halsey of Newtown a Two in the caste system," he said. And a very pale girl adorned the screen, I don't know if that is her natural skin color of the tons of make up on her face. She knew about the ways of the Selection.

The faces of 32 more girls flashed across the screen, ranging from Two's to Six's... nothing below that.

And I felt disappointed, because even though I wanted nothing the do with Prince Jonathon, who had showed interest in many of the other girls, it felt like I was letting my family done for some reason.

I looked over to Clara to see her still excited, as is the possibility of me being chosen was plausible.

Max had went back to eating, mom looked disappointed, and Dad... I couldn't explain it. He has worry, disappointment, and anger on his face all at the same time.

I felt my body sag with both relief and disappointment.

"Clarissa Morgenstern of Morrow, Five in the caste system," the voice of Gavril Fadaye echoes throughout the entire house.

My eyes bugged from my head and I shot out of my seat.

"WHAT!" I exclaim. This is not supposed to happen. My eyes drifted to the screen to the picture of me displayed across the screen.

I looked... absolutely radiant. Easily the best I've looked in my entire life.

My features shone the most. Velvet red hair curtained my face, and my smile was absolutely beautiful. But my eyes were the best, bright green emeralds sparkled at me through the screen.

That smile was for Simon, I thought he was going to propose to me, but there's no longer any of that. The Bonding contract that I will have to sign specifically says that I cannot have any relationship with any other man other than Prince Jonathon as long I am still in the Selection, as long as I'm a Daughter of Idris.

"YES, YES YES YES YES YES YES!" mother screamed. She had shot out of her seat and was now jumping up and down.

She was dancing with Clara who was singing at the top of her lungs, "Clary's gonna be the Princess! Clary's gonna be the Princess! Oh my god-" she halted suddenly.

"If Clary's gonna be the Princess, then that means that I'm gonna be a Princess too!" she exclaims with shock.

And the rest of the night went like that, a blur of packing, screaming, and laughing on my family's part.

Even Max seemed happier about me being chosen.

Many people came to visit us, saying how glad they were that I had been chosen, or how they knew that I would be chosen.

But Simon didn't come, and neither did his sisters.

But many castle officials stopped by, they came to give me the information I would need during my stay

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I awoke early the next morning and the feeling of dread sat deep in my stomach as I thought about what was soon to come.

Soon the castle would be my home, for how long, I wouldn't know. I was going into this completely blind.

Do I have to get up? I thought to myself, but all thoughts were interrupted when Mother burst through the door.

"Get up! Get up! Today's the big day, you'll see the Prince and oh-," she went on.

"Yes Mother I know, it's all very exciting, can you see the Joy just radiating off of me?" I said sarcastically.

"Now listen here Clarissa, there will be none of this at the palace, you shall act accordingly or there will be consequences, O don't understand why you're so upset at a chance at marrying THE PRINCE," she shot back.

"Well maybe it's because I've already found somebody to love, maybe I love someone else! Someone that loves me too!" I scream.

I can't believe she would think that I of all people would go weak at the knees just hearing the Princes name.

"Clary, what are you going on about? Have you been seeing someone?" Mother asks.

"It doesn't matter," I say quitely.

"Hell it doesn't matter! Whatever it is it has to stop. You are now-"

"Property," I spat the word.

"That's not what-"

"It doesn't matter what you were going to say! I am property, PROPERTY! I belong to him. By law he can do whatever he wants with me!" I shout.

"Clary-," Mother starts.

"Don't bother, I'll make sure you get enough money, maybe I'll stay three weeks, or more... What'll that get you twentyfive thousand-,"

"Clarissa! Enough!" Mother shouts.

"Oh I've had enough all right, I've had enough since the day I was forced to sell myself like some slave waiting to be swept of her feet by the beautiful Prince Jonathon" and with that I stormed out of my room.

Walking into the living room was like walking into another universe, there were at least a dozen people running around like headless chickens all clucking about the same crap.

Prince Jonathon.

Oh Prince Jonathon may want her to wear the dresses like all the other girls, but no, Prince Jonathon had to see all different personalities in all different girls.

Prince Jonathon this and Prince Jonathon that. To hell with Prince Jonathon.

But one face stood out the most to me, In the midst of my small cramped living room was Simon Lewis.

The man I loved and hated at the same time. I loved him because he had always been there for me, and I hated him because he convince to join the stupid Selection and now I couldn't be with him.

I walked over to him avoiding scrambling bodies and numerous swears.

I wanted to tell him that I still loved him and that I don't plan to stay at the Palace for long. I opened my mouth to talk but he cut me off before I could get a word in.

"Clary, I want to break up," he said.

And then my world fell right form under me.