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Medli

"But, Medli!" Zia complained, jabbing me lightly in the ribs. I rolled my pale blue eyes at her, which probably wouldn't of had a great effect, given my thick-rimmed glasses. Zia was trotting behind me, panting slightly as she tried to keep up with me. I smiled a little at that. I was glad I was good at running. Zia grabbed my arm, and I slowed down to a stop, sighing.

"Look, there's no way I'll get chosen, so why should I watch," I stated, my prosthetic hand twitching a little. I glared at it, as though that would somehow make it disappear and be replaced. It didn't.

"But, what if you do get chosen," Zia cried, throwing her hands in the air.

I ran my real hand through my wavy auburn locks. "Because, I probably won't. And if I do, I swear I will eat my hat." I began walking off, when Zia tackled me and pinned me to the ground. I yelped.

"Medli Midna Smoke," she began. "You listen, and you listen well. If that jerk, Prince Channing, pulls a face when he sees you, I will personally go there, and slap him."

I laughed a little uncontrollably at that, and said in between laughs, "Right, sorry. Okay, it won't hurt me just to watch. I guess, anyway." We got up, and raced into the living room. I had a nice house, which was expected since I was a Three. Zia was actually the maid around here, but she was basically my only friend. As the report began, the TV blaring away, I sub-consciously ran a hand over the scar on my face.

"Meddy, did you sign up for the Selection?" my mom asked, walking into the living room, and taking a seat beside me.

I instantly dropped my hand. "Zia told me to. She said it would be good. And then I realized I could do with the money for my project."

"Ah, yes," my mom sighed. "Oh, look! They're doing the names randomly!" I glanced at the TV, and stiffened as I saw flawless faces flash on the screen. Even if I did get in, I wasn't as good looking as them. I was about to get up and spare myself the torture of watching, when Zia cried out. I glanced at the TV, expecting to see a donkey, but was caught by surprise.

"Medli Smoke, a Three, Allens." I looked up at the TV, and gasped. My face was on the screen. But this meant...this meant I was in the Selection.

Rubine

"Ahhhh! Rube!" I raced out of the door of my house just in time. A smirk flew onto my face as I ran through the busy streets. Moe hadn't done anything mean to me, but I just had to try this new prank out on her. I shot through the streets as fast as I could, the people beside me a blur. My long, black braid whipped against my left shoulder, as I sped down the busy streets. A hand grasped my arm, and I was nearly sent flying as I was yanked to a halt.

"What was that for?" Moe demanded, her hands on her hips.

I shrugged innocently. "Sorry. I had to try it our, to see if it would work."

"Right." Moe rolled her eyes. "You set the setting to cold, and glued it in place. Why? All I wanted to do was take a shower since mine broke."

I shook my head. "Sorry, Moe. Don't worry, it's all in good fun." She fake pouted at me, and I rolled my stormy gray eyes at her. Together we walked back down the street, and into my house.

"You know, if I actually get chosen for the Selection, I think I'll have to stay in, just for the food and accommodation," I mused. Moe burst into laughter, and I joined her.

"I'd like to see you try. You'll probably fall in love," Moe responded, flicking a stray piece of my hair.

I scoffed at her. "Ha! Yeah right, when pigs fly." We both took a seat in my living room, and for once I didn't have much to say. I was busy thinking about what life must be like in the Palace. Luxurious food, extravagant dresses, unique couches, plush pillows. I snapped back to attention as my mom and dad bundled themselves into the living room, speaking in hushed voices. They stopped when they saw me and Moe. Strange. I took to fiddling with my side wept bangs, staring around the room and seeming to wait for something that wouldn't happen.

"Hey, honey," my dad cooed, kissing my forehead. I didn't reply. We all sat down on the couch together, and my mom reached for my hand. I took it gratefully, as it was almost like a sign of peace or forgiveness. Or, in my family it was, at least. We watched as faces of girls flickered on our tiny screen. They all looked so pretty. I sighed half-heartedly, I didn't stand a chance.

"Rubine Ashford, a Five, Honduragua." I felt my eyes widen. No way.

Karis

I hummed lightly as I placed the napkins on the table, laying the knives and forks down. I worked in a hotel, and lucky me, I had to prepare the tables for breakfast the following morning. I sighed in frustration, running a hand through my waist-length brown hair, and sat down on a chair, resting my head in my hands. I deserved so much better. I mean, I was a Three. But, my parents were real estate agents, and they told me, "You should work at Likely Inn. Our friends run it." So, here I am, stuck in a lame hotel with a sucky job. I've complained to my parents, but they don't listen.

"Hey, Karis!" Cleo yelled, racing over to me and engulfing me in a hug. I laughed, she was the only good thing in my life. My best friend forever. Together, we'd signed up for the Selection, in the hopes that at least one of us would get in. Cleo flipped her bronze hair over her shoulder. There was something different about it. Then it hit me, she'd gotten golden highlights.

"Nice hair," I commented, standing up and stretching.

Cleo flashed her pearly whites. "Thanks. I'm fabulous, aren't I?" We both burst into laughter, and left the tables, and entered the lobby. Maudie, the receptionist, was talking on the phone, and smiled at me and Cleo. She made a gun shape with her fingers, and put it to her head. We silently laughed. Maudie was either talking to an angry client, or the owners of this hotel.

"Hey, let's watch the report!" Cleo giggled eagerly, grasping my hand in excitement.

"Sure thing!" I said. We went into the mini waiting area, and turned the TV on. The Illéa anthem was played, shortly followed by some boring announcements. Then, they began saying some names, and I hesitated. This was it. Prince Channing smiled, and I smiled at him. He was so handsome. "Karis Price, a Three, Likely." I screamed out, and Cleo gasped. I couldn't tell if she was happy or not, but I was too caught up in a whirlwind of emotions. I WAS IN THE SELECTION!

Rose

"Aw, look at you, you're a princess," I whispered, placing the flower crown on Rosie's frail blonde locks. She was only three years old, but she was adorable. "I love you, sis."

"I wuv you!" Rosie said, clapping her hands. I stroked her face softly, picking her up, and cradling her gently in my arms.

"Come on," I whispered gently. "We have to go home." I carried her through the park, and along a street until we reached our tiny house. It wasn't much, but it was enough for us two. I opened the door slowly, and put Rosie down on the sofa. I played with my dirty blonde braid silently, my gray-green eyes flicking to the door. I touched the flowers in my hair, one by one, as I waited for any signs of danger. Once I was sure that we were safe, I whispered to Rosie that I'd be back soon, and kissed her forehead. I left the room, and made my way up the stairs, pushing open my bedroom door. It was tiny, but I knew what I was looking for. I found it instantly. My picture of mom. A tear fell down my cheek, and I wiped it away harshly. Next to my mom's picture, was a photo of my dad. He'd been gone for a long time now. He was traveling, as he always did, and he hadn't come back in ages. I placed both the pictures back, and picked up a new one. I smiled. My dad was spinning me by the elbows, my feet off the ground. I remembered that day. It was not long before Rosie was born, which meant not long before my mom's death. I threw the picture on my bed, and stood up shakily. I couldn't break down. I had to be strong, for Rosie. I went back down, and scooped Rosie up in my arms, rocking her slowly. She giggled. A loud knock on my door startled me, and I went over to it, and found Jacob standing there, looking frustrated.

"Jacob?" I asked in confusion. He looked at me, and gave me a hug.

"Hey, Roe," he whispered, holding me in his arms. I pulled back. He went inside my house, and I followed him to the living room. "You're missing the report."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Right. What are you doing here? I haven't seen you in...years."

Jacob cast his eyes to the ground. "I've been busy." I was about to say something, when I heard my name, but it didn't come from Jacob. It came from Prince Channing. "Rose Elizabeth, a Five, Dominica."

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Yay! So far, I've written 16 characters now...I think. Anyway, I hope you guys really liked that and I would like to say sorry if I didn't get your character right, or if your character didn't get a long enough paragraph. I tried to make them all even. Anyway, characters:

Medli - orangerosey32

Rubine - Mystoggan

Karis - Cookielove265

Rose - kishigo forever

And now some questions! Thank you for all you lovely people out there!

1) Who was your favorite character in this chapter?

2) What about least favorite?

3) Do you think there's a good mixture of girls?

4) Do you think Channing will have one of these four in the Elite? If yes, who?