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I bounced onto the plane. I honestly couldn't be more excited if I tried, I don't think! Except for maybe when the head people at the circus I worked at gave me my first ever solo trapeze gig. But maybe not even then!

As I grinned, walking onto the plane, I saw no other girls. I had heard that I would be riding with 3 others, but I don't know if that's true or not.

A bit disappointed, I –a bit more sobered than before- sit down in one of the airplane's armchairs. I'm immediately taken a bit aback at the plushness of the chair-I almost completely sank into it! I felt myself become a bit more excited as one of the flight attendants, who introduced herself as Silvie Robertson, greeted me with a warm smile and almost as much enthusiasm as me and asked if I wanted a beverage. I responded with, no, I'd rather leave as soon as possible and wait for the girls. She smiled and asked me if I was nervous to meet them, and I admitted I was.

Complying to my wishes, Silvie instructed the pilot to leave whenever we had the chance, which turned out to only be in another couple minutes.

The feeling I got when the plane took off was pure unadulterated exhilaration. It was one of the best things I might have ever done, really. It felt like a rollercoaster, my stomach lurching and my inward screams of excitement. It was absolutely liberating.

Until I had the company of the other girls, I asked Silvie if she would like to talk. I personally love to talk. She seemed to as well.

"So, Lady Clementine, you seemed in such a hurry!" Silvie begins jokingly.

I shrug. "Yeah, I guess. I wanted to drag out the ceremony for as long as possible –sorry if I kept you waiting!- but now that I'm here, I just cant wait to meet the girls!" She giggles at my enthusiasm.

"Won't you miss your parents? Did you have any siblings?" I try not to let my face fall too much.

"Umm. No, no siblings. My-my parents are long gone." She realizes what I mean and blushes scarlet.

"Lady Clementine, I'm so sorry, I-"

"No, that's ok." I assure her. "It was so long ago, I wasn't even born. I live with my dad's parents, Irene and George, or Grans and GG to me. I'll miss them both so much, but for the most part I'm just usually too excited to feel anything else…"

She looks confused. "But if they died before you were born… how on earth are you here today…?" She looks skeptical.

"Oh, of course!" I grin with a "riiiight" face. You know, head tiled back, grin, eyes a bit squinted. "So basically, they had to cut me out of my mom's stomach. It was messy, and I was put in intense care, but here I am, I guess. They call me the 'Miracle Baby'. That was always my name when I played superheroes with Gran and GG." I smile at the memory, and she chuckles.

We talk a bit more, not about anything super important. It's kind of our hobbies and what jobs we hate the most. We talk about her life as a four, and how I cant believe I'm now a three-yaddah yaddah. Finally the Captain announces our decent and I feel giddy. This is it!

As we pull to a stop, not a half an hour later. I smooth my strawberry blonde curls in it's high ponytail and have Silvie make sure that the bits of makeup Gran insisted I wear looked ok. She told me that it made my green eyes sparkle.

"Lady Clementine, we've landed in Hundson." The captain announces over the loud speaker.

"OK!" I yell back, but I'm not sure if he can hear me or not. Probably not, thinking about it. My tummy turns and I wring my turquoise painted hands. They match my shoes: little flat turquoise sandals with braided fabrics and embellishments. Gran bought them for me with our new check allowances from the Selection, to glam up my "boring" outfit. Black skinny jeans, and a white spaghetti strap top with little pleats. Cute, but not very exciting, and she chose the sandals to match with my mandatory province flower: an orchid. To go with the turquoise color, I made it a Sonia Blue Orchid, which was much more exciting than a regular one. It was fastened to my ponytail as a sort of clip. I beam as the door opens and I see a girl step in.

Her curly brown hair falls down her shoulders, but I cant see her face. She's turning around and waving at a crowd, probably smiling at all of her new fans. When she turns around her smile fades and she reaches to shake my hand. I take notice of her red stiletto heels with three gold chains, and how different they were from my little quirky sandals. My smile wavers, but I hope she doesn't notice.

Her grey eyes stare me down as she introduced herself.

"Genevieve Lemaire." She seems all professional, and no fun, which isn't my personal preference for a lifestyle. But polite, at the very least.

"Hi! It's so nice to meet you! I'm Clementine Pierre!" I grin broadly and shake her outstretched hand with much enthusiasm. "Or-Lady Clementine now. Wow, that's so weird to say! Don't you-"

"Yeah." She ventures to her seat. A part of me deflates, but I try to ignore it.

The pilot takes off again, and Silvie gives me a sympathetic look, and mouths a sorry. I tell her it's fine.

Then we get to Denbeigh. Timidly, a dark skinned girl with a white gerbera flower tucked behind her ear walks onto the plane. I bound up to her, my gin broadening again.

"Hi! I'm Clementine! Or-Lady Clementine I guess. That's going to take some getting used to!"

"Ugh! I know!" The girl agrees. "I'm Janie. Well, Jane, I guess, but Janie."

"Nice to meet you!" We shake hands and I'm immediately relieved that Janie is more friendly than Genevieve. She quickly looked up from her magazine to size up Janie and then went back to it.

Talking with her is a lot easier.

Next, is Carolina. The girl from there seems friendly as she bounds onto the plane.

"Hey! I'm Finnly Grant, call me Finn, please!" We shake her hand and introduce ourselves. In the midst of her animated talking, the lily sitting in her brown hair almost falls out, and Janie fixes it. I'm immediately a bit intimidated by her, because she's one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen.

These are the two I talk to for the rest of the plane ride. But I miss Silvie's company. I wonder if every other Selected girl will be like this.

Lets not talk about the strange rush that I got when the plane took off. Because that was a really weird feeling and I don't want to feel it ever again. It made my stomach turn, my heart pound, and my head spin, and then my ears started popping and it half made me want to cry out. Be a lady. Be a lady. Be a lady.

"You ok, Avalon?" Isabelle Acocella asked me.

"Um. Yeah, fine." My words are strained and my breathing I'm struggling to keep under control.

"No you're not…. is there anything I can do to help?"

"Ahhhhh… water? Please?" Isabelle calls over the flight attendant, who's name I missed entirely, and asks in such a refined and polite tone that I'm a bit jealous.

"Kelsey? Could we please have a glass of water with some slices of orange and raspberries?" She asks politely.

"Of course miss, I'll be right back with it." Isabelle strokes my arm slightly and tells me I'll be ok. Isabelle seems so much more interesting than I am, her entire persona nice, and full of light. I don't know, I liked that about her. The flight attendant comes back in less than a minute flat with a glass of water and a small plate of orange slices and a handful of raspberries, along with a spoon. Isabelle begins to mash raspberries and spoons it all into the water, mixing it around. She takes the oranges and does her best to get enough juice out of them as possible, before putting the paper thin slices into the drink as well. She eats the rest, and tells me to drink.

I swallowed big chunks of fruit, and could taste the difference in the taste of the water. And it did help my fear.

"Thank you," I tell Isabelle.

"Yup."

I take a breath. "Do you think… what do you think Prince Carter will be like?"

She swallows the fruit in her mouth. "I think he'll be nice, you know? Cordial, you know? I'm not sure, really. But he seems like one of those people, you know? He appears to have no flaws: nice, considerate, polite, intelligent, funny probably, and hot as heck. And I'm sure he's romantic too. But I doubt we'll get any passion from him, and that sucks… Do you kind of get what I'm saying?"

"I guess so."

"I disagree." Injects Albany. She hadn't talked much in this plane ride, and neither had Bridget.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I think that it'll be all passion. Not as romantic, and not as considerate. Still hot as hell, and I'm sure he's nice enough, but only polite because he has to be. And I doubt we'll really be having deep conversations randomly. And I bet his humor's sarcastic." I look at Bridget, expecting her to randomly disagree as well, but she just stares out the window. It doesn't appear that she likes any of us.

"What you think, Bridget?" Isabelle asks her, trying to force her into our conversation.

"I don't know." She doesn't look at us.

"Me neither." I admit.

"Well, I guess we'll see soon enough, right? Tomorrow, that's what I heard." Albany states.

"Wow… That soon, huh?" Isabelle comments.

"Yeah. We arrive today, have makeovers, I think, and meet our maids. We take dinner in our rooms."

"How'd you hear that, Albany?" I ask the redhead.

"I visited the Selected member in King Lucas and Queen Madison's Selection: Elizabeth Messerly. She was like, top five or something. My mom insisted I visit her for advice, she lives about a block away from us."

"Wow, that's awesome!"

"Yeah, I guess so. She seemed so happy, I hope I get to live kind of like she does when this is all over. And her son is so hot!"

We giggle. "Hey! You cant talk like that anymore! We're only here for Prince Carter now!"

"Eh, whatever. Only one of us will win, and some of us will be gone by tomorrow. If there's on thing this contest isn't doing, is changing my opinions on things."

You should all know that I hate writing plane ride chapters. I probably wont be writing any more of them, but I was finished with this (finally!) and thought, why not? So here it is.

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