Jo Gray's POV
I stood in the airport, waiting.
I had been a seven for 9 days, and I never wanted too again. I had been Selected, so I may not have to for a while, but even when Maxon sends me home, I will have to, unless I get out of this dreadful book. It's not that I hate the selection, it's just that it hasn't been nice to me for the past 9 days. I had been waiting for an hour now, and the other two girl's were just arriving, I had the names memorized because that is what the girl's did in the book, so I was like what the heck and did the same, Walking towards me now were Lane Drake, and Reagen Lockstar, Reagan was a two, and Lane was a step up from me, a six. I smiled at the two girl's, the grinned but said nothing, we stood there waiting till the next girl arrived Clover Sun, she was a four, she looked all perks, but today she held a shy grin. She, like me carried a bag, but hers seemed to be moving. I thought of asking but I could tell whatever was in there was meant to be kept a secret. We all stood there in silence until a man came in, and ushered us to a plane, it was a short and boring ride, and still no one said anything until thirty minutes before we landed
"So, any one here have a strange week?" Reagan asked
"Well, Celeste Newsome of Clearmont, tried to murder me, aside from that I woke up out of place last Friday" Lane said, It sounded kind of funny but none of us laughed because we had a good idea of what she was talking about
"Same here," I said " I woke up last Friday out of place too,"
"Me too," Reagan added, Clover sat over in her corner
"Me also," she piped in
"So, what do we all mean by out of place," I said "Like we wake up and we're in a book or something?" They all nodded
"Who here knows who Kiera Cass is?" Reagan asked
"I do," Clover said
"Me too" Lane said,
"Make that three," I added
"Ok I'm just going to ask the obvious" Clover said exasperated "Are we all fan fiction writers who entered Kiera Cass's Fan fiction contest, and are now stuck in her novel The Selection?" I laughed it all sounded so funny!
"Yes I am of sorts, oh this is so ridiculous!" I choked The other two girls nodded laughing
"I am," Reagan said "How about you Lane?" She smiled, and nodded laughing to hard to speak, I sat there with the girls chatting the remainder of the flight, once, Reagan said that my hair looked like America's, because it was red, I always tried to hide it by wearing large head bands, and putting it up in a bun, but here I let it down for them to see. It felt as if we had been on the plane for minutes, because too soon we had touched down in Angeles.
We were dropped of at a large Airport, and instantly swarmed by fans, I saw posters, with my name on them, and hundreds of others for the other girls. We smiled and waved, and then I remembered a part in the book, I saw a sign that read the same as one poster in the story, I knew for a fact that I was the only red haired girl in the competition, so I acknowledged her poster, which she wanted autographed, next to her someone wanted a photo, and someone else wanted a hand shake so I gladly obliged, I knew I was brown nosing a bit but I didn't care, I just kept going, it took us ten minutes to leave the terminal, and even then, our fans wouldn't let us into our limo. Just as described in the book, the windows were kept shut, and we rode to the castle, gazing out the window at the fans of the Selection. suddenly, a large shadow loomed over us, I turned my head, and saw the castle, standing tall and magnificent with the ocean shore rippling about a mile behind it. The moment the driver stopped the car we were whisked out, and sent to the castle to be pampered. We are lead into the castle, and whisked to what I believe is the woman's room. What America had used to describe the room in the book was not accurate. It of course was full of mirrors and dressing tables, but it was full to the brim with over accessorized people whom I assumed were the stylists. I didn't get to see much of the room before I was sent to a salon, and had a death grip on the chair as it swiveled around again and again.
"So, what kind of appearance, or style are you looking for?" said man with a blue Mohawk, who was fluffy and tampering with my hair,
"I don't really want to change." I said frowning I pulled a clump of my red hair in front of my eyes, then I had an idea,
"Fire"
"What was that Miss,"
"I want you to make my hair look like fire," I exclaimed. He nodded
"I will make you have a head of flames, and nails and make up to match," He then turned me away and started fussing with my hair, I felt it being pulled, and brushed, and something that felt like rolling. He put dyes in, and curled it, and while he doing all this maids were applying my make up and nail polish. Though it took ten minutes, the affect was incredible. My hair fell like flames all around my face, he had added gold and orange high lights, and had layered my hair to add to the affect. My grey eyes looked almost black, and looked like burning coals. I smiled, I felt evil and devious.
"Thank you." I said
"The hair style will last for three months, the make up about a week, I will get your maids instructions for make up, and so forth. If you need it fixed, well here's my card" He then sent me over to get into a dress. I was directed to stand behind a screen, and then two maids insisted on taking my clothes of to put the dress, but I wouldn't let them.
"If I can dress myself each morning then I can do this," I exclaimed, and sent them away. Though it took ten minutes, I weaseled into a long strapless dress my hair still very long fell down to my waist and made the the dress look incredible, and this was just a day dress! The dress started orange, then became a blood red, and became a dark red at the very bottom. With my hair, I felt like a single flame flickering on and on. I stood there for a moment gazing at my reflection. I twirled, and the fabric shimmered making me appear even more as if I was set a blaze. To soon I was put into a pair of heels, and sent on from there for a tour of the palace, I didn't pay much attention, as Silvia (who is apparently a blonde) lead Jacky Steel, Nicole Wezby, Logan Ritten, Lily Lu and I through the palace. I felt like a zombie, and just followed Silvia around numbly, until she snapped me out of my trance
"This is your hall Josie, and Jacki" Silvia said, and left, we both went to our rooms, and when I entered mine, I saw three maids fidgeting in a corner,
"Hello" I said
"Good day Miss." one said breathlessly I smiled
"Hi ladies, if you like you can go hang out or something, I really don't need you right now," Their eager expressions faltered as the filed out of my room. I then threw my bag on the bed and pulled out the few pairs of jeans and solid color t-shirts. I then kicked off my heels, and changed out of the dress and into some of the clothes I had brought from home, and looked out the window. It was raining. I went out onto the balcony anyway.
I love the rain.
I stood there, and let it pour down on me, it washed down my face, and ran down my arms. I stood there for a while, and after an hour of so, it stopped raining. I climbed onto the ledge, and leaned my back against the wall of the Castle. I sat there anyway even after the sun had come out, I knew I had a few hours before dinner, so I let the warm sun wash over me, and dry my soaking wet clothes, I looked out to what I assumed was the Castle garden. I scanned it, and something caught my eye.
It was Maxon.
He saw me sitting on the balcony ledge. I waved to him from my perch, and I heard him chuckle from below. He walked over the the corner of the castle where I was and shook his head,
"Which one of them are you?" he asked
"I'm Josie, but my everyone calls me Jo," I said
"Suitable," he said "What caste are you then? I notice you have province clothes on, I am not allowed to wear the sort, but I see them here and there."
"Seven," I said blushing, he looked startled, as if I shouldn't be so low,
"Well, my Dear Josie remember, now that you have been selected your Three, or you could become a one," he said, I climbed down from my perch, and leaned against the railing, and looked down at Maxon
"I will, but if I do make it here a week I would like it if you wouldn't call me dear. It makes me feel like a baby," He laughed, and even snorted, his face turned red. I knew I was being to much like America, but the way he says "Dear", is very annoying!
"What's so funny?" I ask
"The way you say you feel like I baby, yes I suppose you might. How are you enjoying the Castle? Must be quit a change from the provinces?" I pondered his question for a moment, yes it was a change, but I was pretty use to change by now, and yes I- was enjoying the castle
"I like the castle, and it is a very big change, but I don't think I'm going to be able to wear dresses 24/7, or those painful shoes," I said, at the mention of shoes he looked down and saw my bare feet with bright hot pink nail polish on the toes, I felt exposed by the way he stared at them. Noticing my discomfort he looked away from them and up at me again.
"Which province are you from?" I thought, I hadn't really given much thought to the province I was from, but remembered hearing it when the called my name
"Hundson" I said he nodded,
"I went there once, long time ago, it had been attacked by rebels, and hundreds of people died, my family went there to pay respects to those killed, I was eight years old." he said "but you probably know that." The problem was the fact that I didn't, I have only been in this world for a little more then a week. But I went a long with it.
"I wish the rebels would leave us be but..."
"Your Majesty, the king has requested you to come for dinner." a guard yelled from the other end of the garden, Maxon sighed
"Until we meet again Josie," he said, I rolled my eyes and smiled
"Please, just call me Jo," I said. He smiled and left me there feeling happy and excited for tomorrow to arrive.
Character by Runner In The Dark
You probably hate me, no Celeste, and no what happened to her.
Until Next Time,
SMServa123