CHAPTER THREE

ALEX POV

The rest of the day was very boring. Well no, not actually boring, just nothing in the book happened. I read a lot and practiced my violin but that was about it. Dinner was normal and I just went back to my room and went to bed. Tomorrow was strawberry tart day.

I woke up to the sound of Elizabeth telling me to wake up. I got up but only because I was at the palace, I don't know why by today just had bad, sad, mad written all over it. Don't know why but I wasn't really looking forward to it. I put on another of the black dresses that my maids made and walked down to breakfast.

I sat down and started eating when I spotted the strawberry tarts. They truly did look amazing so I grabbed one or maybe two (always use the tongs). I see what America was talking about these are very very very very good. It was like puffy and flakey and sweet. I looked down the table and saw that like me America was enjoying the tarts.

"Lady America," Maxon's clear voice rang out through the room. Oh, boy this was it. I looked over to america to see her trying to quickly swallow that last bits of strawberry tart, her face was half terror and half why me. It was priceless. Then I looked over at Maxon. He looked like this was the best moment in his life, he looked like this idea was going to be the best thing that's ever happened, granted it was going to give his first date with America so It probably was going to be one of his starting memories. OH WAIT NOPE! That was the date where he getting needed in the crotch. LOL. Sorry Maxon.

"Yes, Your Majesty?" looks like America has finally finished eating.

"How are you enjoying the food?" Maxon had a very confident expression but also relaxed.

"It's excellent, Your Majesty. This strawberry tart… well, I have a sister who loves sweets more than I do. I think she'd cry if she tasted this. It's perfect." Saw Maxon swallow another bite of his breakfast and lean back in his chair. This was very amusing to watch.

"Do you really think that she would cry?" I saw America think for a second then answer,

"Yes, actually, I do. She doesn't have much of a filter when it comes to her emotions." Well America as much as she could cry she doesn't so… but plz make the bet it gives you a date with America! I don't care if she knees you in the crotch.

"Would you wager money on it?"

"If I had any to bet, I certainly would." Wow, betting over tears, this is when you wonder where you are in life.

"Would you be willing to barter instead? You seem very good at striking deals." Wow Maxon, way to be inconspicuous.

"Well, what do you want?" Oh America, he wants you.

"What do you want?" Maxon, she wants a lot of things that you can't exactly give her and also pants. All the pants. Dresses suck.

"If she cries, I want to wear pants for a week," Yeah I would to, this dress is already killing me and the shoes! There horrible, I mean they look pretty just, ahhhh uncomfortable! All the other girls politely laughed, I however just smriked. This was way to funny to laugh, I prefered a sly smirk of "I know things you don't" being one step ahead of the game.

"Done, and if she dosen't, you owe me a walk around the rounds tomorrow afternoon." I heard sounds of jealousy from a lot of the girls around the room. Ha! Like they could ever compete with Maxamerica!

"You drive a hard bargain, sir, but I accept." Nice subtle touch of sarcasm America. I approve.

"Justin. Go make a parcel of strawberry tarts and send it to the lady's family. Have someone have someone wait while her sister tastes it, and let us know if she does, in fact, cry. I'm most curious about this." Justin left the room to pack the tarts up when I remembered what happens next.

"You should write and note to send with it, and tell your family you're safe. In fact, you all should. After breakfast, write a letter to your families, and we'll make sure they receive them today." Who would I write a letter to, I had no family, no friends, I had nobody. I put on a smile like the others who were happy to be involved and tried to look like everything was normal. I tried, but obviously my act wasn't good enough.

"Lady Alex, are you ok?" I heard Maxon say my name and looked over wondering if i should tell the truth in front of all these people. I decided that It was better to get it all out.

"Well, Your Majesty, I have no family or friends so I don't know who to send a letter to." I looked around and saw sad, apologetic faces from a lot of the girls and also the Queen.

"I'm very sorry. I will talk to you later about your letter." I wondered why he wanted to talk to me in private, but I was thankful. We all finished our breakfasts in silence and then the other girls went up to there rooms to write their letters.

I waited behind a little to see if he wanted to talk to me now and to my surprise he walked over to me.

"Alex, you don't have to write a letter to anyone. But you can if you want."

" I know, I don't think I'll write a letter. To anyone." I say

"Ok, but Alex, please let me know if you need anything" With that he walked away and left me to sand in the middle of the dining room with my thoughts.

I walked back to my room alone. All the other girls were in their rooms sleeping or doing I don't know what. I stopped at the door to my room. I could hear my maids inside cleaning and talking quietly to each other. Why wasn't I going in? I just had to open the door, it wasn't all that hard. Something stopped me, something stopped me from entering and going about as though everything was normal. It wasn't, I don't think it ever will be. Even if I go home, things will never be the same. I think that's why I didn't open the door. I think that's why I walked away from my door. I however don't know why I wandered the palace for hours, I walked until my legs were sore and I could no longer stand in these heels. I sat down on one of the couches that lined the halls and closed my eyes. It was silent in the palace, not a single sound was made. I closed my eyes and for single second I was home, I was in my house or at school, I was thirteen again. I was with my friends. I wasn't alone. Alone. Even know in the palace where I am waited on hand and foot, I feel more alone than ever. I need to talk to my friends, I need to write.

"Amelia can you get me some stationary please" I was back in my room and had a purpose, I did have a little slytherin in me, ambition and pride. Amelia gave me a pen and some paper and I started to write.

Dear Ana Luna and Zia

Do you remember when I said that I would go to Hogwarts even if it involved leaving my family. . Do you remember when we said that we would give up everything to go to Hogwarts, Illea, dauntless, the school for good and evil, a fictional world. Do you remember all the fanfictions, all the scenes that would or could happen, what we would do if we were there . Well I'm in Illea . I'm in the selection and It's like I'm in a fanfiction . Actually I think that I'm going to write about my time here so If I ever get back home I'll be able to upload it to . Well I suppose you will want to know what Maxon's like and what the palace is like . You probably, no definitely have a million questions for me . Have I seen Aspen? Is Maxon hot? When I see Aspen will I punch him?I Celeste a bitch in the beginning? Are the strawberry tarts as good as America says? What will you say to Maxon when you talk to him? Are you going to try and win? Are you going to change the story? Well let's start from the beginning. . No I have not seen Aspen but you should know that, he comes halfway through the first book I've only been here for two days . Yes Maxon is hot, but not my type, he's America's . I will not punch Aspen, my form of revenge is more quiet and smarter. I can't just go about punching guards . I haven't talked to Celeste at all or seen her do anything bitchy but in the books she bitchy so yes . The strawberry tarts are as good as America says, you would love them . I think I'm going to tell him the truth . So far I've only talked to him briefly but when I go on my first "date" with him I'm going to tell him that I'm from the past and that I know what happens . There are so many things that I want to prevent . No I'm not going to try and win are you crazy! Maxamerica is my OTP! Yes I'm going to change the story, have you forgotten Marlee . That is first on the list . Well that's all the questions for now . I miss you and really wish you were here . I hope Maxon doesn't kick me out after I tell him that I'm thirteen and from the past . Swear a lot and don't forget me!

-Alex Harper

I put down my pen and folded up the letter and put it in an envelope. I wrote "Ana Luna and Zia" on the front and sealed it. This letter was for them. Nobody else was going to get to open it. Ok, I never go back home. It stays sealed forever. I put it in one of the drawers of the desk and picked up my book. This morning had been something. I knew It wasn't going to get more normal so I might as well enjoy the early days of the selection.

END OF CHAPTER THREE