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"Smile!" The camera man said, voice bright and cheery. The camera flashed and popped as the picture was taken. I smiled so largely that my checks started to hurt. "Next please." I stood from the stool and made my way to my family. They were gorging themselves at the food buffet as usual. As I waved, mom put down her fruit tart, smiled and started to walk my way.

I was bombarded by my younger brother first. He gave me a huge hug, making it hard for me to breathe. I ruffled his hair out of it's perfectness. Sam was only four years younger than me but I kept thinking of him just like he was 8 once again.

"You looked wonderful Lillia." My mom's hand on my shoulder made my pull away from the bear hug that I was receiving. "You should have held your chin up higher. It would have made your face look a couple years younger." There is was. There was always criticism behind every compliment that she gave me. Ever since Dad died, Mom was always like this. She always wanted me to be better than I was.

Its been over a year. He died just as cancer had taken over him. The sad part was, I never got to say goodbye. Mom told me that he would live and that I would see him later. That was not the case. I had gotten the news through a nurse. Mom couldn't even bear to see us. We reminded her to much of dad. I wept. I wept rivers upon rivers until there was no more water to flow through them. A whole in my heart had appeared and it would never be healed.

I have bits and pieces of things that he had given me a while ago but looking at them makes me cry.

When we received the letter that I was applicable for the Selection, we jumped at the chance right away. I was nothing special. Cascading blonde hair, ice blue eyes, a body too thin to be healthy (courtesy of Mom) and I was regular height. I knew that the competition would be better looking than me and my chances were slim to none. Still, I had to try.

My family wasn't rich. We worked double the amount that any family should work and get paid minimum. I was the singer in the family. Mom was a seamstress. Sam was a drawer. Our income only allowed us to buy food once a week. Our clothes were worn to the brim of breaking and were mended right away. Nothing around here was new. Used dresses, hats, gloves, even shoes.

We lived in a small apartment in Charlotte. One bedroom, one living room, one bathroom, and a half kitchen. My brother and I stayed on a pull out couch in the living room while my mother slept on the bed. I hated it. Everything about this life was horrible.

"We should head home before it gets too late. Come along now." Mom turned and started to walk home. I skipped to catch up, grabbing a hold of Sam's hand as I passed him. His hand warm in mine.

"Tomorrow is the day that they choose them right?" He asked. I looked at him and saw that there was courage deep within his eyes. "It is. Are you excited?" He nodded. I knew he wasn't. His smiling face turned into a frown as he hugged me.

I doubt I will make it. There are prettier people out there who would love to be queen. They would love to fall in love with the prince. Me on the other hand would rather fall in love with someone naturally. I didn't like the idea of having a competition to find out who would marry you. I understand that Maxon and America were perfect for each other and Kile and Eadlyn were the same. I won't be like them.

I smiled to myself. I will change this society. I will take away the Selection. I will give this world it's freedom back.

Tomorrow would be the day. The day where I get to see if I made it into the Selection. The day to make my family proud of who I am. The day to make the prince fall in love with me. The one day I have to change my life.