CHAPTER 10
ENGLISH
These boys were wearing me out.
When the next boy sat in front of me I was ready to pass out of all the talking I'd been doing. Did I really need to meet them all today? Couldn't I save some of them for tomorrow? Or maybe next week? Or next month? Next year even?
No English, you can't stop this. You've already started, now finish it, I thought as I smiled and said hello.
The boy smiled back to me, "Hello Princess English," his voice sounded like a mixture of sourness and sweet. Like some kind of candy. "My name is Judas Irving."
"Hi Judas, you probably already know me. But please just call me English, I don't need a fancy name or anything," I said and he nodded.
"So..." there was something about this buy that through me off. He gave me chills, "Um...what do you like to do? Like hobbies. Or what do you like?"
He pondered on that for a while, "I don't know, I haven't really thought about what I like. I guess I like sunsets."
"Oh! I do too! That's my favorite time of the day," I said and he smiled at me, but there was something so strange about the smile. "That's great, we've already found something in common."
I laughed, "Yeah. Well, if you can't think about what you like, what do you not like?"
I saw him twitch.
"Um...I don't know. Really, I'm not good at pinpointing things like that. But I'd love to know about you," he said, putting his elbows on his knees and grinning a little.
"Me?" I questioned and he nodded, "Yeah, I mean, maybe listening to you tell me what you like, I'll get a good picture of you. Maybe some things will pop into my head."
"Uh...okay. What do want me to start with?" I asked, hestitantly.
"What about your favorite color?" He said and I smiled, "That's an easy one. It's purple. But I don't really look good in purple."
"I think you'd look good in anything you'd wear," he said with a tight smile. I nodded awkwardly, "Yeah...I don't know. I guess it's only my favorite color because I love grapes."
"Grapes?" He questioned, straightening his back a little.
"Yeah, weird I know," I said and tucked a strand of my brown hair behind my ear. It had fallen out. I wondered if my makeup and outfit still looked okay. A lot of these guys were handsome. It scared me a little.
"I think that's interesting. Very unique," he said. I shrugged, "I'm an extremely unique person."
"Apparently."
Another boy sat in front of me. It wasn't surprising though. I don't really need to tell you time and time again that a boy sat in front of me. What are you expecting? A girl to sit in front of me?
"Hello," I said quietly, my outgoingness becoming drowned out by my tiredness.
"Hi," he said, "I'm Julian. Julian Lamont."
"It's nice to meet you Julian, you probably already know I'm English. So what do you do, for an occupation." I'd know this if I actually looked at their forms.
"I'm a model," he said and I nodded, "That's interesting, you're the first model I've met today." I think, why is it so hard to keep track of these guys? I think I've already forgotten some of their names.
"I'm glad I could be the first," he smiled.
"So what about your family? Are they proud that you're a model?" I asked him, hoping I had hopped into safe grounds. But his face quickly turned to a frown and I found myself sinking into the quicksand.
"Well, I don't know. I have a twin you see, his name is Louis. It's not really that big of a deal, but we don't get along too well," he shrugged.
"It's like a fight for your parents attention isn't it?" I questioned, surprising myself. But he nodded, "Yeah, how did you know?"
Because it's kind of like me and Lynn at times. Though I guess since your upset about it, you must not be winning. Lynn can be Louis, since she always wins the attention and I'll be Julian, as strange as that sounds.
"I just do," I shrugged and smiled, "Anyways, what do you like to do or what do you like in general?" hopefully this isn't an emotional question too. I like to kill things. And visit the graveyard. Jeez that'd be terrible.
"Uh..." he looked embarrassed to share, "I like kids..."
"I love kids! My little siblings are my favorite," I smiled and he smiled back, "I thought I saw Princess Liberty running down the hallways with a doll earlier today."
"That sounds like her, she loves attention," Kind of like your brother. Jeez English, you have to start thinking optimistic thoughts.
When Julian left another boy came out, but I guess again that wasn't very surprising since there were going to be tons of boys here today.
"Hello Princess English, I'm Alexander Thomas," he smiled and sat down in front of me. I smiled back at me, "You don't have to be so formal Alexander, you can just call me English, I really don't mind."
"Alright," he said. "Then if you'd like you could also call me Alex."
"My uncles name is Alexander," I said.
"Yeah, I know, I think that's pretty cool. Is he a nice guy?" Alex asked. I nodded, "Yes, he's very nice."
As I looked at this guy, I'm sorry, I had to stare, but he was good looking. I thought I'd seen him somewhere before, like he was a model like Julian. Two models in a row.
He had brown hair, light blue eyes and he was tall and muscular.
"So what are some hobbies of yours? Or what do you like?" I asked him and I felt really awkward. Now I understood how if felt to be extremely uncomfortable around a good looking guy. I'd been doing in all day. It was like every guy that came out had a least one feature that was attractive. None of them were unattractive. Is that it? Was that the only reason they all were chosen?!
"I like to hang out with my siblings," he said and I smiled, "How many siblings do you have?"
"Four," he said and I asked him what their names were, "There's Cassidy and Jordyn, they're both eighteen," Jeez English, they're older then you. This is almost too funny! "And then there's Hunter, he's fifteen. And Camille, she's only twelve."
"I love all of their names," I said. There were sometimes when I wished I'd have a different name. English was a subject, a language. Who names there child English? My parents.
"Yeah, aren't your brother's twelve?" He changed the subject suddenly and I paused for a second to think. Yes English, your brother's are twelve.
"Yeah, they'll be thirteen in a little while though. When Christmas rolls around." I said he smiled, "I forgot about Christmas. It's November isn't it?"
"The beginning of November, but yes, it's November," I said and he leaned back in his chair, "I love Christmas."
"Same, but I'm always disappointed. I hate living in Angeles for Christmas. We never get to see snow. I wish I lived in Carolina or Allens, I just think I'd like it there better."
"Oh right, this place only cools down during Christmas doesn't it," Alex said and I nodded, "Yeah, but it's still fun."
"So you've never seen snow? Or the trees turning different shades of colors and falling off?" He asked and I shook my head, "I've never gotten the chance."
Walter James Emerson was the next guy who sat down. He was tall, and had dark brown shaggy hair, a sprinkle of freckles lined his face. I couldn't see the color of his eyes though.
"Hi," I said and he gave a small broken smile, "Hi."
"You're Walter Emerson right?" I asked him, talking in a calming voice, hoping that it'd help him open up more.
"Yeah, but I go by James more," he said and I nodded, "Okay, oh, and don't be afraid to just call me English. I don't really enjoy the formality."
"Okay," he said.
"So James, what's something you like? Or like to do?" I asked him and he glanced up at me for the smallest of seconds, but I caught a glimpse at his eyes. They were two different colors. One of them was bright green and the other one a caramel brown color.
"Wow, James your eyes are really pretty," I said and he looked down, probably embarrassed, "Sure."
"No really, they are. Mine are just boring old brown, but wow, yours are amazing," I said and he looked up at me.
"I don't think so," he said flatly, his voice rough around the edges. I decided to stop talking about his eyes.
"I like the piano," he said quietly. I smiled, "Do you play?"
"Not anymore," he answered.
"Why not?" I asked him. He looked at me, "I just don't."
"Okay, is there anything else you like?" I asked him, hoping to get a conversation started. Starting conversations was not something I was good at. He shrugged, "I like books, and I love history."
BOOKS! Talk to him about books!
"What kind of books do you like to read?" I asked him. He answered, "I like Sci-fi mostly, they're just interesting."
"That's cool, and you said you enjoyed History?"
"Yeah," English, just stop, this conversation is going nowhere. I'll have to start again tomorrow, maybe bring him and sci-fi or history book later. But since you don't have one here, you really have no use in trying. You suck at conversation.
The next boy to come out had blonde hair that was more brown then blonde, it was done in a high breezy like manor. His eyes were bright green. He was tall and didn't look too big and muscular. He had some freckles splashed upon his face right underneath his eyes. But I could only see his freckles when he was closer. They were kind of like my freckles. There weren't enough to be called freckles, but there weren't too little to be nothing.
"Hi," I said, much like I said to every other guy that came to sit down. He smiled, "Hello Your Highness, I'm not going to force you to remember my name, it's Ashe Wiarton, but go ahead and call me anything you'd like."
I smiled, "Thank you Ash, I really like your name, and please just call me English, 'Your Highness' is much too formal."
"Alright then," he smiled.
"So what do you think would help me get to know you better, just tell me anything you'd like," I said and he leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees.
"Well, I'm studying at Waverly University to be a Marine Biologist. I like playing the guitar, reading, writing and swimming," he said and when I heard him say swimming I tensed up. I had a deep fear of swimming, but it's not like anyone other then Lynn knew that.
"Is something wrong English?" he asked, a worried expression crossing his face. "Oh I'm fine, what were you saying about Waverly University? You're study to be a Marine Biologist? That sounds really interesting." Except for the fact that it's marine. Marine equals water and ocean and swimming and stuff, right? Well, no, not swimming, but the ocean is just like any fear of swimming.
"Yeah, I really enjoy it," he smiled and I nodded. He asked me something, "Do you like to swim English?"
I paused, feeling heat run up to my face, "Uh...no...not really," I said quietly.
"Why not?" He asked and I sucked in a breath, "I...I can't really...swim."
"You mean you don't know how to?" He asked. I nodded, "Yeah, and I have a small fear of swimming."
"Maybe I could help you with that sometime," he said and I looked at him, "Really?"
"Yeah, sure, why not?" He smiled and I bit my lip, "Okay!"
Thomas Moore was the next guy to come out. He had short brown hair and hazel eyes behind his glasses. I had heard he was mute, so I was just glad that when I was eleven I had a phase where I was obsessed with learning sign language with Lynn. So I knew a good amount. I just hoped he went slow.
"Hi Thomas," I said and he said hello to me in sign language. I smiled.
"What do you like to do?" I asked him and he sat down in front of me.
He pointed to himself. I. Then he said like in sign language and I nodded for him to continue. Then he signed out the word music and I smiled.
"Really? I love music too," he smiled at me.
Our conversation was shorter then the others, it was mostly me asking him yes or no questioned about music, but I'm sure he still enjoyed it. I did.
The next boy was a boy named Sven Reis. He came and sat down in front of me, kind of stumbling along the way. He had bright gray eyes and black hair that was pretty long for a guy. Like Sewati's hair had been. I instantly wondered if they'd met yet.
"Hi Sven," I smiled and he sat down, "You've remembered my name?"
"Yeah, why, were you expecting me not to?" I questioned and he shrugged nervously, "Well, most of the boys that came back said you didn't remember their names."
"Oh..." That's true. "Well I guess you're special then."
"I guess I am," he smiled and I smiled back, "So Sven, what do you do?"
"I was a guard, I patrolled my province," he said.
"Really? That's cool. That would have been neat if you were stationed here," I said and he nodded with a small smile.
"What about your family?" I asked and started hoping that things wouldn't be so bad with his family. The last person she asked about his family didn't turn out so well.
"My mother Mary, is a nurse, and she works a lot. My father died before I left for the draft," he said and I looked at him, "I'm so sorry."
"It's fine. We all knew it'd be happening. He had lung cancer. He had been a doctor before he died," Sven said.
"I bet he was a good one," I said and he nodded.
"I also have a younger brother. He's sixteen. Ray. He was really upset that he didn't get to enter the Selection," Sven said and I giggled, "Well you can tell him tons of stories about me. It'll be just like he's here."
"I guess that's what I'll have to do," he said playfully.
"So what do you like to do? For fun I guess, or just hobbies," I asked him and he thought about it a little, "I play the saxophone, violin and viola, if that's what you wanted to hear."
"You play the viola? I learned how to play it. I don't get a lot of people who know how to do that," I said with a smile. He smiled back. My face was starting to hurt from all of the smiling I had been doing. "I also like hanging out with the other guards. And visiting provinces, it's always fun."
"Do you ever go home for the night? You said you were stationed in your own province right?" I questioned. He shook his head, "No, even though I'm stationed in Allens, I'm still a pretty far distance from my home. But I love to visit them when I can. My family tends to miss me."
"I bet your brother was jealous when you were Selected. Were you with them when you were announced?" I asked, wanting this conversation to last a long time. Sven was comforting, and nice, it was easy and simple to talk to him, like it had been with Keenan and Sewati.
"Yeah, he was pretty jealous. But I wasn't with them when I was called. I got to go home afterwards though, when I was called I mean. That was nice. Ray would have really loved to join the Selection," he said and I huffed a laugh, "That's cute. I'm sure I would have liked to meet him."
"Maybe someday you will," Sven said hopefully and I smiled at him, "Maybe I will."
There is 3,031 words in this chapter. Yay! It's all because I added Sven in. Sven and because I went over with the rest of the guys. But still, that's pretty awesome. I hope you liked this chapter and I'm super happy that you all have been reviewing and reading this. You all are awesome! And I understand that these interviews are super long. Sorry! I'm working on that! But these boys are so fun to write about! I love letting you guys get a feel for them! One more interview chapter until we can finally start the story! Yay! Thanks! :D
Out of these guys, who's your favorite?
Do you think English is doing a good job with these interviews, or is she a failure?
FOREVER AND ALWAYS,
MABubbles! :D 3