I apologize for not posting in over a month!
I have an older macbook (like 3 yrs)
and its wifi antenna broke and my chpt 4, was on it so I couldn't email it to myself on my iPhone which is where I've been reviewing other fanfics from if any are wondering, so I AM SO SO SO SORRY!
and I'm just going to respond to al reviews on the chats not by ping people so if I already responded my deepest apologizes.

atiyaturrehman64: Awe Thanks! Hearts right back at ya!

Guest: Don't worry, that wasn't the end. heres some more for ya

W the Wise Girl: How dare i. I know I know Im terrible. haha and thank you thank you very much. I love you. you're amazing.

Guest: Maybe...

Guest: Thanks so much!

Guest: MAXERICA FTW. And I'm sorry for causing 'the biggest cliff hanger ever' but have you read Heroes of Olympus? then we can talk cliff hangers but i try i try

sparklysparkle: hehehe AND YOU CAN NOT DIE I REPEAT CAN NOT DIE. YOU HAVE TO UPDATE FOREVER. MY HEART AND SOUL LIVES IN YOUR FANFIC. YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO DIE.

Guest: Thank youuuuuu!

Reader: he's not a total maniac, but i hate him. with all my heart so he just had to go. like really. and thank youuuu

well, enjoy chpt 4
i love you all.

xoxoxo!

~mbs

Chpt 4:

I quickly excuse myself and run up to my bedroom. I lye down on the bed. How could I be so naive? I thought he wanted to pick me but apparently I was wrong. He was just all talk when really he's sending me home. So this is my last night as a contestant of the selection. I am going home after the report. I'm finished here.

I start to go through my things. I find the suitcase I brought with me here and I start putting my clothes I came here with. I pick 3 of my favorite dresses that my maids made for me, and 2 pairs of the pants. I look at my jewelry next.

There's 3 necklaces, 4 pairs of earrings and 1 bracelet. I don't want to take any of it home with and as I am closing the jewelry box I notice a blue sparkle peaking out form a draw that is barely open and I thought was empty. I open the draw and staring at me is the bracelet from New Asia. The one Maxon got me.

I pick it up and stare. I don't know how long I'm standing there. It could have been for eternity or it could have been for 30 seconds. The world around me seems to disappear.

I am just left with what could've been and used to be merging together. I was so trapped in this fantasy I didn't see what was really in front of me. The Selection. I thought for sure I would win. I was so confident that I would be picked I didn't even think how there were other girls here to. It wasn't just me. I wasn't just the one person Maxon loved. I grip the bracelet tightly finally coming back to the real world.

I walkout onto the balcony and I look at the bracelet and then the ground below. In front of me there is the green grass and trees with colorful buds here and there. There is small white house which is probably reserved for someone I'm not aware of. Directly below me is a stone path the follows around the palace. I open my hand and start to turn it and the bracelet goes falling out down to the ground hitting the path. I don't know if it shatters, if it just breaks in half, all I know is it is gone and I'm done. I'm done with the selection. I'm done with Maxon and dropping that bracelet just ended it.

I walk back inside and lye down on the bed. My dress fluffs out and everything feels unsurmountable. Everything I thought I'd known these last few months was now gone. I've already ruined everything with Aspen when I go back home I'm automatically a 3 so it's not even like I have my music career to fall back onto. I come to realize something that I never thought I would. I have lost myself to the selection. Without it I am nothing. And now, I don't even have that.

~~:~~

The day slips away and soon enough I am tucked into my bed, my last night as a contestant. My thoughts become faint and I'm asleep.

The next thing I knew I'm hearing the rebel alarm going off. I start walking to the nearest safe room for the royals. I walk in and see a rebel, staring at me, grinning, laughing.

"Thought Maxon loved you. Thought you were going to be a Princess, the Queen. Going home tomorrow, well that is if you live to be there tomorrow. But you have no reason to be here. Go live in this country. Your Fairytale is over." A gun clicks and my thoughts stop, my eyes close, I'm gone.

~~:~~

I open my eyes and I'm suddenly back in my room palms sweating, heart racing. I look at my clock and it's 5:47am. So I'm not dead, it was all just a figure of my imagination and my maids should be here any minute ready to make me acceptable to go to breakfast. I climb out of my bed and start to undress. I look into my closet and pick a dress for the day. I pick out a bold orange dress with a sweetheart neck line that has beading all along the top. I lay it on my bed and look at it. If I'm going to leave I might as well go out with a bang. Nothing extravagant just, a, a little piece that people will remember. Like "Oh I remember the day America Signer was eliminated. She had on that bright orange dress." I hear my maids knock on the door.

"Come in," I say.

"Oh you're already ready to be dressed miss," Anne says. I nod my head and they look at the dress. Lucy smiles remembering something and picks it up. They slip it over me and I breathe out deeply. The girls fix up my hair and make up and I look ravishing, as always thanks to them. The clock reads 7:57 and I start to head down stairs. When I arrive everyone else is already there. It is quieter than I expected.

"Lady America," Maxon says with a smile spreading across."Good morning! I assume you slept well." I nod and look down at my plate that has scrambled eggs with a fruit cup on the side. There are other dishes filled with sausage and bacon that are open for us to grab. I decide to start with the fruit cup as Maxon begins speaking.

"Now, the report later is just a regular report a simple interview, nothing fancy. I trust that you all will be just grand but Sylvia has offered to help any of you following breakfast in the women's room because after tonight it is the final 3 which means the next elimination will be of 2 of you, leaving my future bride to be here." At that last part he grins and tugs his ear. I just shake my head no. How could he think that I would want to see him?

I excuse myself and rush up to my bed room. I lie down and just cry. The rest of my time here is quickly vanishing, getting smaller and smaller until all I have left is dinner, (which is served in my room), and the report. My maids come into my room and fix my make up and hair. This is it. This is my last time on the report. I am done.