WARNING: Some characters will be eliminated in this chapter, I hope that if your chapter is eliminated, you are not so upset that you don't read the rest of the story. I loved all of your characters, but I had to get rid of some of them. So enjoy the chapter and I'll give a shout out to the people who's characters were eliminated in this chapter at the end! Sorry if your person is eliminated! D:

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CHAPTER 26

ENGLISH

I'm standing in front of all of them and I feel like dying.

I don't want to have to get rid of any of them. I like them all, their sweet and kind and funny. But I have to get rid of three at least. And I've chosen those three already.

I ask them to come with me, and I'm sure they already know what's going on. I feel so bad, but I have to do this. How did my father manage this? It breaks my heart!

"Hi," I said quietly and kept talking, "I really enjoyed your presence in the castle, I really, really did, but there is no part of me that is romantically attracted to you and I'm sorry about that. But I think this is where it ends. I've really liked having you here, but you're being eliminated," I felt like adding a million extra I'm sorries and other things like that, but it would do nothing, they'd still hate me. But when I looked at all three of them, I knew I did the right thing. They didn't love me, and I didn't love them. Maybe in a friendly way, but nothing more.

I hugged Keenan goodbye. He was a great, great friend, but that was it, friend. And I'm sure I'd have him come back maybe later. But just like every other suitor, he'd be back for the wedding at the end. He smiled and hugged me back, tightly, and went to leave, before whispering, "Find the right one" I smiled at him and nodded, "I will."

I smiled at Dexter, and he smiled back, "I hope you find your guy Princess English," he said and I looked at him, "I think I remember telling all of the suitors at the beginning to call me English." I laughed a little and he smile, "I hope you find your guy, English."

The last guy I had met in the interviews, and talked to during breakfast, and he was friendly, nice, and I felt a carefree vibe leaving him, but he just wasn't the one, I knew it. Zachary smiled at me, "I kind of expected."

"Did you?" I questioned, surprised and he shook his head, "Nah, not really, but I should have guessed."

"You're a wonderful person, you just weren't my perfect guy. Some lucky girl will get you some day, don't you worry," I told him and he nodded, still smiling, "Thanks Pri-" I glared at him as he started to say princess, but then stopped, "Thanks, English."

The boys scurried down the hall to their bedrooms, and I sighed. It seemed a lot easier when it was over, but I knew I'd have to do it again in a maybe two weeks. I groaned and rubbed my neck, "How am I going to survive this?"

"I don't know how are you going to survive thirty five gorgeous guys drooling over you?" I heard her voice from behind me and sighed, "Lynn I swear, I'm not in the mood for you to be annoying me. Okay? I've tried to apologize, I've tried to be nice to you and you just don't understand!"

"Don't understand what? You're in the spotlight and you pretend like you aren't. And now I'm in the background. Nobody's ever going to think I'm ever going to be as good as you," Lynn said and I was getting so angry at her I could explode. Did she not remember that she had the spotlight for our whole childhood? Did she ever think that maybe I didn't want this? Did it always have to be about her?

"I'm done, I'm not talking to you about this," I said, walking down the hall and she snapped at me, "What do you mean, you started it!"

"Started it how! By being alive! Sorry Lynn but just because I've got the spotlight now, doesn't mean you've ever not had it!" I said, trying to keep my cool because I knew that if I blew up in front of her, it'd just show how much she was angering me.

"You totally ignore the fact that you're the center of attention. You think that having all of these boys that worship you is a bad thing! Do you even know how if feels to be not wanted?" She said fiercely. I stopped dead when she said that. She didn't have the right. I spent my whole childhood alone. I spent my whole life imagining that my mother hated me for some odd reason. The only friends I have, or ever had were my maids and Lynn! Not wanted? Not wanted? I was going to attack her.

"Leave me alone," I said and Lynn crossed her arms, "Or what?"

"You sound like a baby," I growled, forcing myself to turn, and not look at her. To not think about how much prettier she was then me. How more confident she was. How much better she was. Just because I was the princess didn't mean she acted like it. It didn't mean she wasn't better then me in ways.

"Yeah well you sound like a brat," Lynn said. I ignored her, moving on. She wasn't worth it. She was never worth it.

When I got to my bedroom I paced. I stopped walking by my desk, in front of an old photograph of us. She was braiding my long brown hair, and I was watching something, a TV maybe. We both looked hypnotised. But I'd go back to that day if I could. I'd go back to any day, as long as it was before my Selection.

There was a charm that sat next to the picture, that made me shiver. When we were younger, Lynn gave me a puzzle piece charm, a golden one that said best, even though I wanted the silver one that said friends. But she took that one, and I remember being upset about it, until I just sucked it up and took the gold one, stringing it through a piece of string for a necklace for the longest time until Lynn and I turned thirteen and we both decided that maybe necklaces were a little too childish. So we unstrung our charms and laid them on our desks. Where they still were, to this day.

I took the small charm in my hand. I had always stared at the front of it, admiring it. But I don't remember ever looking at the back, after all these years. I flipped it over, and in even smaller letters then the best, was the name Lynn. Lynn. Why did it say, Lynn?

I knew why it said Lynn. Because when I told her I wanted the silver puzzle piece, she instantly found herself drawn to it. Like somehow, if I were drawn to it, she had to be even more drawn to it, so that I could never get what I want. And I started to realize, that she had been doing that all of our years as friends. I wanted the blue cotton candy, she left me with the pink. I wanted the chocolate cupcake, she gave me the stupid vanilla one. I couldn't believe it took me this long to realize this. Had she always felt like I was better then her, when she knocked me down every day, and was the star of the show every second? I slammed the piece on my desk. I had hoped that I was strong enough to make it dent, something to ruin it, so that she knew that we couldn't undo anything, but it stay the perfect little puzzle piece it was. And I found, that after years of looking at that stupid golden best piece, I was finally sick and tired of it. I grabbed the puzzle piece and opened my bedroom door. There were no guards standing around, since they were changing shifts. I walked out, and onto one of the balconies nearby, because I didn't want to throw the stupid thing into the gardens that were below my balcony, I reached my arm back and threw it out. It skipped across a small little water pond and plopped into it, leaving no trace but the pools of swirling water behind. I felt like I had won something, even though I knew I just lost a memory and I couldn't get it back.

I'm not going crazy, I told myself, though Lynn was. She was acting like I was someone who spent my whole life trying to beat her, when my whole life I've been best friends with her. I went back to my bedroom and looked around. Almost all of the pictures were of me and Lynn. I wanted to rip them in half, do something, but I couldn't break everything that held pieces of our friendship, could I?

Sighing, sat down on my bed, running my fingers through my knotty brown hair. I hated it now. It was too long, too...brown. I laughed at the thought. How could something be too brown? I tugged at it, thinking for a second. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad for a change. Maybe some color for my hair? Or a new length? I sighed and rolled around on my bed for a while, before I could finally fall asleep thinking about it.

HENDERSON

I sit in the Men's Parlor. It's plain and boring and everyone here is annoying. Nobody's bother to try and come up to me yet, but there's always one idiot. I've been searching throughout all of the guards, but I can't find that familiar face.

Over the two or so weeks I've been here, I know that none of the guys trust me. They think I'm going to kill them or something, which, might just happen, but it hasn't happened yet. I get angry easily, and I don't really like people. Nobody's approached me yet, and I'm glad. I'd like to not talk to these guys. They all probably think I'm here to kill someone, which might, possibly, be true, but it's not them or a royal.

There isn't anything wrong with Princess English, it's just that I have no desire to be with her, or, really, a desire to be around her, talk to her, see her, I'd rather just be in the bedroom I was given playing a strategy or board game.

I get up to leave, and the eyes of a bunch of suitors follow me to the door. I stop and look back at them, but they've already turned away. They're all scared of me. I smirk at the thought.

Opening the door, I walk out. There's nobody in the hallway, nobody but a couple of guards, who I'll be checking the faces of as I walk by.

I glace at the one standing in front of a large door. He has black hair, blue eyes. He's not the guy I'm looking for. The next guy stands in front of an open door, and one of the Selected are inside. The guard has blonde hair and brown eyes. Not him either. The last guy in the hallway has his hat tucked low on his head, blocking his face. Is he sleeping? That's just pathetic. I glance at him. He has brown hair, but I can't see his eyes.

I walk towards him, confidently, like this idiot who's sleeping on the job can't stop me. I flip his hat off and he groggily looks at me, waking up, "What the heck dude!"

The nametag on his uniform says Maxwell Adams. But it's his face that gets me. He had brown hair, yes, with brown eyes and sharp features. I instantly know this face. It's the guy who killed my sister.

Sup. No? Okay, I'm sorry, I'll never ever say that again. So yeah, this is very interesting now isn't it. So English and Lynn's fight is just spiralling deeper and deeper in the dirt and it'll take a bit of apologizing to make it up. And the elimination, which I almost forgot about. SHOUT OUT TO devonnlove for Dexter Lane Thomas! Thanks! SHOUT OUT TO thathuman for Zachary Elliot Satin, thanks! AND SHOUT OUT TO Wallflowerpower for Keenan Diallo! THANK YOU ALL! I hope you still read the story even though these characters aren't in it! Thanks for reading and I really loved your characters!

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Do you think English should cut or dye her hair?

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