Lady Olympia, 3

I was lying in my hammock, completely immersed in my book. The hammock was tied in between two oak trees in our vast garden and it was one of my favorite places to be. I loved being surrounded by nature. It gave me a sense of peace, of tranquility. I used to take long walks through the forest with my grandma, and being close to nature always made me feel like a part of her was still with me. I didn't speak for two months after her death, as she was the one who raised me along with grandpa. I avoided the forest for that period of time too, but I quickly realized that it was a good coping mechanism. When grandpa and I moved to live with my actual parents, I was thrilled to find out that their garden could satisfy my need for nature.

I put down my book when my phone started buzzing. I looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Natalia, my best friend from back home. I closed my book and picked up.

''Hi Nat!'' I exclaimed in excitement. We had spoken to each other a few hours ago, but I was still thrilled to hear her voice.

''Olive!'' She always called me by my nickname. ''Did you get the letter?''

I immediately knew what she was talking about. The white envelope was put in between the pages of my book as a book mark. I took it out and examined it carefully, as if it was the first time I actually noticed it. ''I did. Are you entering?''

''Of course I am! I mean, have you seen Prince Killian? Talk about eye candy. There's absolutely no reason to not enter. You would live in the palace, meet Royals, have great food and dance at balls. It's like a fairytale.''

I blushed at the mention of the Prince. I had always had a tiny crush on him, and Nat knew.

''Well, you make some very good points. Seeing the Prince in real life doesn't sound bad at all.. If you enter, I will too.''

Nat immediately squealed in excitement. ''Imagine the possibility that we'll be Selected together!''

I couldn't help but squeal at that too. We were hopeless, and the thought of being at the Palace with Nat immediately brightened my day.

''That would be great! I'm going to fill the form in right now. Are we still on for video chatting tonight?''

''D'oh. See you tonight!'' And with that, Nat hung up.

I hopped out of my hammock and ran inside with the envelope and my book tucked underneath my arm. Grandpa Bill was sitting in his rocking chair, and he looked up in surprise when he saw me barging in. One of the things I loved about grandpa was that his smile always reached his sparkling blue eyes.

''You look excited, kiddo.''

I gave grandpa a kiss on the cheek. ''I'm going to enter the Selection.''

That was the moment my mother came in. I had only met her and my father two years ago, as she gave me away to my grandparents when I was born. She was only seventeen. My father and her ended up getting married, and a year after I moved here, they had a twin boy and girl; Emily and Owen. My siblings. As I didn't really know my parents, I couldn't call them ''mom'' or ''dad''. It was too weird. I loved them, of course, but those terms were far too familiar for people who were basically strangers to me.

My mother smiled at me and nodded at the envelope. She was carrying Emily.

''You're entering?''

I nodded and sat down at the table, grabbing a pen and filling out my form. I didn't even wait for her to give me permission.

''That's great, honey.'' She said. I knew she didn't really know what else to say.

Emily stretched out her arms towards me, implying that she wanted me to hold her. I quickly finished the form and put it back in the envelope. I scooped her up in my arms and showered her chubby little face with kisses.

''Hello my little Emmi.'' She giggled and laughed her cute baby laugh as she surrendered herself to my kiss-attack. Grandpa was looking at us with a content smile on his face. I would definitely miss her and grandpa a lot if I got Selected and had to go to the palace. Owen too, but he was pretty hesitant around me. I pulled her closer to me, if that was even possible, and I couldn't help but let my mind wander to the Prince. What would he be like in real life?

Lady Alondra, 2

I took a bow as I finished my last song. I basked in the sound of the cheering of the crowd. They loved me. How could they not love me? I was Alondra Starr Diablos, famous singer. Becoming a star was faith for me, it was in my freakin' name. I had the looks, the talents, the right family name. It was meant to be. I smirked to myself as I blew some kisses to the crowd. The curtains closed and I was finally done with this tour.

I grabbed my microphone and tore it off, throwing it at the floor.

''Somebody get me some water!'' I yelled.

My assistants came running towards me. One with a towel he used to wipe away the sweat, one with a bottle of water and the other just to fuss over me and give me compliments. I always had an assistant for that, just to give me compliments and remind me of how great I was. Not that I didn't know, but it was nice to hear from others.

I dismissed them with a wave of my hand and walked off stage with the bottle in hand. I took off backstage and headed towards my dressing room. I glanced at my phone. Dad was probably sleeping, giving the time difference. He was in New Asia, shooting a new film. Life of a famous actor didn't give him much time with me. Mom was at the news station and she didn't have time to come to my concert and leave for home with me either. She was not only a famous reporter, but also a world renowned model. I had my beautiful looks and long legs from her.

I saw that my phone was swamped with messages from my friends. I read them all but replied to none. That was until I reached the messages from Jessilyn and Calamity. My real friends. They were both like me, and I appreciated their friendship greatly. I replied to their messages and put my phone down next to the white envelope that was on my dressing table. It was the Selection form, already filled out and sealed. Why wouldn't I enter the Selection? I was already very famous, but entering the Selection would give me even more fame. And fame was one of the things I loved most in this world. I was quite confident that I would win. I could easily win the Prince over with my looks and talent.

I yelled for an assistant again, and handed her the envelope to mail back to the palace.

''Don't screw it up.'' I said with a warning in my tone.

I had only one more thing to do before I could head home. I grabbed my phone again and started looking through my contacts list. There he was. Matt Caram. My boyfriend. Having a boyfriend while in the Selection wasn't exactly allowed, so I had to break it off. Not that I really cared. He was good looking and fun to be around, and we were together pretty long, but the Selection meant more to me. I sent him a quick breakup text and I smiled, pleased with myself. I was done for today.

Lady Aenwyn, 6

Water. So much water. It was pulling me down, holding me in it's grasp. I tried to get away, but the water was much stronger than I was. My lungs were filling up and I could feel myself slowly slipping away, darkness surrounding me…

I woke up with a loud gasp, my body drenched in sweat. Another nightmare. I sighed and pressed my face against the pillow. It had been so many years, and the memories of that dreadful day were still haunting me. If it wasn't this particular event, the other one that had given me scars on my ankles would also pop up in my nightmares. I rarely slept without having a nightmare. It was exhausting.

I could see the sunlight creeping in through the cracks in between the curtains, and I decided that trying to get back to sleep had no use. I sat up and stretched a bit. My body was always sore from the crappy mattresses in the orphanage. I could sense that the rest of the girls in my dorm started to wake up, so I quickly got out of bed and darted out of the door.

After freshening up a bit, I went downstairs to the dining hall. To my relief, not a lot of people were up yet, so I could eat my breakfast in some peace and quiet.

I had just swallowed my last bit of scrambled eggs when the rest of the orphans entered the dining hall. One of the girls snickered.

''Looks like the witch is already awake. She probably woke up early to perform her satanic rituals. Watch out, guys, she probably cursed the food!''

Everyone laughed at her horrible remarks. Witch. This was my name in this orphanage. Nobody called me by my actual name. To all the kids, I was the witch. In the first few years, I was actually dubbed a demon, but this had transitioned into witch.

I tried to ignore them and held my eyes locked on my plate. I waited until they were standing in line and stood up, trying to get out of the hall unnoticed. But I was never unnoticed. With my unruly, vibrant red hair, I stuck out like a sore thumb. I saw someone jerking their foot forward, and before I even had time to register this, I had already hit the floor. The hall erupted in laughter. This was my daily routine since I was young. I was used to it. I got up from the floor, brushed off my clothes and stalked out of the hall before anyone else could touch me.

I knocked at the office door of the headmistress of our orphanage. She was kind to me, but she did nothing to stop the bullying. I couldn't exactly blame her, as I was the only one who had to suffer and it was much easier for her to turn a blind eye.

''Come in.''

I entered the stuffy and cramped office. The mistress, Mrs Constance, looked up from her paperwork.

''Ah, Aenwyn, you're here. You can start with that stack over there.''

She pointed at a pile of mail and got back to her paperwork. I had to work to earn my keep in the orphanage, and helping Mrs Constance with her administration was one of my jobs.

I dragged a chair to the huge pile and got to work. My eyes fell on a stack of crisp white envelope, and I looked through it curiously. I could barely read, so I never knew what the mail meant, but somehow, I knew these envelopes were important. Mrs. Constance noticed me slowing down, and she put down her pen.

''Those are for the Selection. They are addressed to every eligible girl in this orphanage. You're one of them.''

My eyes widened and I looked at her in shock. I had heard the other girls talking about this Selection. I knew what it was about, but it always felt like a dream. An unrealistic dream. But I actually had the chance to go? To leave this hell hole?

She motioned for me to come over, and I complied. She sorted through the envelopes and pulled one out of the stack.

''This one is yours. Do you want to fill it out together?''

I nodded. Mrs. Constance grabbed a pen and started filling out the form, asking me questions while doing so. She sealed the form in an envelope when we were done.

''I'll make sure this gets posted. Now get back to work.'' She said with a small smile.

I nodded again, not sure how to feel. I got back to work but I couldn't focus. I didn't want to get too excited, because I had a small chance of actually getting Selected, but I couldn't help but feel hope. Hope for a better life. For finally leaving this placed I had to call home, but which was actually hell on earth. I shook my head, willing myself to focus, and thoughts of the Selection slowly drifted to the background.

Lady Aurelia, 3

I toyed with the white envelope in my hand. I knew from the start that I wanted to enter the Selection. I wanted, no, I needed that crown. I needed to be number one. And what better way than to actual be a One?

Some would say that my competitiveness was unhealthy, but I considered it one of my best traits. I always wanted to be on top, which made me work hard and excel. It probably had something to do with my mother.

My mother was Italian, and became pregnant out of wedlock. She was disowned by her parents and her boyfriend, my so-called ''father'', ran off. My brave mother decided to move to Illéa and start over. We started out as sevens, but luckily when I was four, mom met Andrew Meyer, my stepfather and an extremely well known and wealthy lawyer. It was like a Cinderella story. She was begging for food, they met, fell in love instantly and got married. We moved up to threes and my stepfather spoiled us immensely. I was an outcast at school because of my Italian heritage, and I begged my stepfather to buy me new stuff every single day, just to fit in. He loved me so much that he always gave in. And that's basically the story of how I became how I am now, the queen bee of my school.

I dropped the envelope with my Selection form off at the post office, after taking my picture in which I of course looked stunning, and had our driver drive me home. Our home was basically a mansion, and while I was going to miss it here, I couldn't wait to actually live in the palace.

My parents weren't home yet when I stepped inside our mansion. Mom found a great job as a therapist, it was the perfect job for her. She was the opposite of Andrew. She made me work hard for what I wanted, which I didn't particularly like. She was the reason I took up an interning position at a famous music producer. That, and I loved music too.

I headed straight to the kitchen, I was craving a snack. I laughed to myself when I saw a small stain on the counter, which was still left from the food fight mom and I had yesterday. We loved having fun together and pranking Andrew. One of our fun activities was having food fights. I would definitely miss having those when I was Selected.

I grabbed a banana from the counter and headed towards my room. I took off my heels and checked my hair in the mirror. I nodded in appreciation, my hair still had the volume I applied to it in the morning. Unfortunately, my hair routine was quite extensive, as my natural hair was very flat and straight naturally, and I didn't like that one bit. Big hair always looked more glamorous to me, and more expensive, and that was the look I wanted to achieve.

I grabbed my laptop from my desk and sat on my bed. I chatted with my three closest friends; Julianna, Vanessa and Kelly. They had entered the Selection too and we were all gushing about it. I acted like I hoped one of them would get Selected, but of course, I wanted to be the one Selected. I needed to be Selected. I needed to move to the top of the pack, the peak of the mountain, where there was no way up anymore. I needed to become a One.

So those were the second batch of girls! I'm so so so sorry it took so long for me to update. Exams took two weeks, and I really couldn't write after that was done. My brain was tired. And then I had an essay I had to submit yesterday, so I could finally write again today.

I hoped you liked the introductions! Sorry some of them are shorters than the others. I will try my best to post the rest of the introduction chapters this week, so we can finally start the real Selection! There are 2/3 introduction chapters left. Also, please PM me if you don't agree with something your girl does, or if you have any suggestions for her. I love to hear your input.

Let me know again which girl you liked the best out of these four: Olympia, Alondra, Aenwyn or Aurelia.

And I have one last question. I saw some of the other authors on here do the same, and I thought it was a fun idea, so I'm jumping on the bandwagon. Most of the authors did it with their birthdays coming up, but mine isn't until May. But I'm still going to do it. My question to you guys is: How old do you think I am? The first person who guesses correctly will win the first date for their character! Can't wait to see what you guys think.

Thanks for reading and keep reviewing!

~ wolfofstark