Ok, so this is my new story, The Selection in Celeste's POV. I don't know what possessed me to do this, but well, enjoy. I try to portray her as she is from America's POV and what the reader learns about her.

Also, if you like this story, check out my other one, The Selection: The Fight for Prince Jacob.

I know, promoting my other story on this one, shameless, sorry.

I don't own the Selection, or any of its characters, that honor belongs to Kiera Cass.

Alright, the adventure of Celeste Newsome starts now!

I slide the glossy red shade of lipstick across my lips. Beautiful! As always, I think looking at my reflection in the mirror. With the combination of the violet mid thigh skirt, and the see through tank top, I looked pretty decent for a weekend night. It's 8 o'clock now, show time!

I quickly trod down the sweeping staircase, barefoot, to get a good spot in front of the TV. My parents are already there, on the two person couch, so I'm forced to take the small armchair on the side.

I make a face and my father shoots me the 'tough luck' face. I hated that face.

Some of the servants, the live in ones, gather around as well, taking care to stay far enough away from me and my parents.

I spy Magda, my personal servant near the back of the small group consisting of the two cooks, Ollie and Jerald, the head house keeper Sharon, my mothers personal maid, Polly, and the driver, Liam.

I sit down gracefully, folding my long and slender legs over each other, legs that are used for modeling. I check my makeup in the televisions reflection, not a smudge on my face, a face that's seen in magazines and ads all across Clermont, and other provinces too, I imagine.

Just then, the report starts. I entered for the selection a few weeks ago. The selection, well, this one, is the chance to compete for the heart and crown of Prince Maxon, the soon to be king of my country, Illea, which stands where America once stood.

I wanted to enter and win for both the prince, and the crown. It's like hitting two birds with one stone, if I won the selection, I'd get a gorgeous hunk as my husband, and be a princess and soon to be queen, all in one win, it sounded fabulous!

They were announcing the girls who got in right now, one from each province, I had to be the girl from Clermont, I had to!

The king appears on the television with a short update on the war and other stuff going on in our nation and outside. Me? I'm only watching to see if I won!

Finally, Gavril Fadaye, the master of events comes on to announce the girls. Hurry up! I think impatiently.

He exchanges some talk with the king and Prince Maxon, and by then, I'm bouncing around in my seat.

My mother gives me a look that says 'behave' to me, and I curse inside. What am I doing? Poise and regality. That's the number one rule that I have been learned to follow since a young age. I sit up more straight and be still, looking at the TV like the two that I am.

Gavril finally starts reading the names of the girls off of his card. "Miss. Elayna Stoles of Hansport, Three." He says.

"Miss. Tuesday Keeper of Waverly, Four." He countinues.

"Miss. Fiona Castley of Paloma, Three, Miss. America Singer of Carolina, Five." Ugh, stupid five, I think darkly.

Gavril though is still talking, I cross my fingers, I had to get in, I just had to!

"Miss. Mia Blue of Ottaro, Three." What's with all of these threes! I think, get to the twos, and Clermont already!

Gavril is on a roll, "Miss. Celeste Newsome of Clermont, Two." My eyes, which were glued onto the screen see Prince Maxon raise his eyebrows, impressed, by me!

I let out a squeal. I got into the selection!

"Congrats champ!" Dad says giving me a big hug.

I dance over to mom and she says, "I knew you could do it!"

The servants clap politely behind me as I do my happy victory dance. The phone starts ringing, and father goes to answer it.

That's all I have though, those two moments of freedom, and then my mother tells me to stop making a pain of myself and act like the queen that I will be.

That's when the fun gets sucked out of the room.

My father returns in a few minutes saying that officials will be here in a few days to explain the rules, but I'm no longer listening, my mothers stern face swims in front of me.

I nod stiffly and go upstairs saying I'm tired as I go.

When I reach my room I remember that I forgot to have dinner. Sighing deeply I trudge back down the steps, remembering halfway down to stand up straight and walk with pride.

I slip into the kitchen, undetected, mother hates it when I eat after 7:00.

I hear voices up in the servants part of the kitchen and so, curiously I wonder what they're saying.

I hear Sharon first, her voice loudest. "Let's all toast to the leaving of Cruella the Bitch!" She says enthusiastically. "No more of the brat!"

Ollie joins in, "God has answered our prayers, no longer will we have to wait on her hand and foot."

Liam joins in, "Yeah, but her mother will make up for it."

"Yeah, and the father, I guess one bitch plus two bitch equals double bitch in the daughter." Jerald pitches in.

Everyone bursts into laughter.

I'm so angry that my hands are shaking. I wanted to just leap into that room and strangle everyone of those ungrateful nobody's.

I was better than them! I was a two and they were rotten six's and worse!

I wasn't a bitch! I wasn't really that bad! But I knew I was, I was mean to them, but that's because they were rotten servants!

I wanted revenge on them so badly. But I wait, and I bide my time.

I form a plan I my mind. Grabbing a bottle of wine, I hide it behind my back and slip back into my room.

When I wake up at 8:00. I'm all ready to go. Emptying out the wine into a water bottle proved to be easy. Then I slip outside and smash it against the driveway, trying not to make too much noise.

I carefully try to pick up the pieces without hurting myself, but I get a cut on my finger anyway. Wincing, I get a band-aid from the first aid kit back inside.

I slip jagged pieces of glass in Ollie, Jerald, and Sharon's shoes, near the toes, so they wouldn't see it.

But that's only part one of my master plan.

Stage 2!

I grab the necklace that Sharon always wears. It was some cheap thing. Then, when she's in the shower I slip into the kitchen where Ollie and Jerald are making breakfast for me and my parents. I take the necklace, and slip it into the eggs that Ollie just put onto a plate.

Next I put some pieces of Ollie's hair onto the other two plates as well for good measure.

I hear the door opening, and the other servants, the ones who didn't stay overnight, begin to file in. There were some housekeepers and people to take care of the lawn and a bunch of other things.

Shit! I didn't have much time. I stealthily dart over to wear Liam's morning coffee is sitting and slip some peanut butter into it, he's allergic to peanut butter, but I only put enough so that it would clog his sense of smell.

I grab the coffee and run to his room. Liam always lays out his clothes the night before. I take the water bottle with the booze and take a towel, and spread it all over his shirt.

I tuck the empty bottle into my purse, just as Liam opens the door.

"What are you doing here?" He asks me suspiciously.

"Is that any way to address me?" I ask haughtily.

"Uh, no, sorry Lady Celeste." He says hastily.

"That is not ok for the future," I say, "And in answer to your question, I was just bringing up your morning coffee, Ollie didn't have much time to." I say sweetly.

Liam takes the coffee and sniffs it cautiously.

"Oh relax, I didn't poison it." I say exasperated.

Liam raises his eyebrows.

"Anyway, gotta go, enjoy!" I trill as I leave the room.

There! I was finished. I slide into the dining room, just as my parents arrive.

Ollie and Jerald walk in, foil covering our plates, perfect! They set down our plates, and we open them to find hair on top, and Sharon's pendent as well. Mother shrieks.

"What is the meaning of this!?" Father demands.

It didn't help much that Sharon limps in just then asking where her pendent is.

"It's right here!" I say angry, "In our breakfast!"

"That was a cruel joke to play!" Father says very angry.

While Ollie and Jerald and Sharon are protesting, Liam walks in.

"Liam!" I call, "Can you drive me to the mall? I need to buy some new makeup for my send off for the selection, don't worry mother, I'll be back in time for the officials from the palace to arrive." I say.

"Sure." Liam says dutifully.

As he reaches us, I lean in a little and sniff his shirt, it smelled like alcohol, perfect.

"What's that smell?" Mother asks.

"Liam!" I say in shock! "Have you been drinking?"

"No!" Liam protests.

But father doesn't hear a word of it, "Liam, how dare you think of driving my daughter while intoxicated! And how dare Ollie and Jerald and Sharon ruin our breakfast. I can't believe this, you've made a mockery of my family, and I will not stand for it, you're all fired! See if you can find a better job now!" He says, very angry like.

Ollie bursts into tears. Liam looks at me pleadingly, I wave at him, careful to show my bandaged finger. His eyes widen. Liam nudges Jerald and Sharon, who look at my finger.

I get up to leave the dining room, as I go, I whisper, "Cruella the Bitch strikes again."

Laughing at their dumbfounded expressions, I walk up the stairs to my room, my revenge finalized. No gets away with humiliating me, behind my back or not.

Those other girls in the selection had better watch out, cause I was coming for them, I was going to win, one way, or another.

I hoped you like the first chapter, the first few will be a little free, like my writing and dialogue, the next ones, when she meets America and so on, will be more of Kiera Cass's dialogue, with my internal thoughts of Celeste.

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