Chapter 5
The next day Michelle thought about when she entered the selection. It had been a great day at school because nobody made fun of Michelle. The quartet were too busy talking about the selection and showing each other what they had filled out in their selection forms.
It was in the early evening; Michelle was in her parents car being driven up to the photo station to get her picture taken for the form.
After looking through her dresser she changed into a black thin strapped dress with tropical flower designs.
Bentley parked the car in front of the photo station. There were lots of cars parked and girls were walking and running into the photo station.
"Do you want us to come with you Rosebud?" asked Bentley.
"No thanks dad," said Michelle. "I'm sixteen now, I'll be fine."
She got out of the car and waved goodbye to her parents.
Michelle walked into the photo station. Inside there were groups of girls lining up to have their pictures taken. There were twos wearing the most beautiful dresses in Illea to the lower castes in plain clothes. Michelle watched in aww of the work the photographers did.
"Are you still wasting your time with the selection?" said a familiar voice.
Michelle turned around to see the quartet looking at her with smirks on their faces. The speaker had been Emily. She wore a dark blue dress. Tiffany wore a yellow tank top and ripped jeans. Suzanne wore a light green halter dress. And Harper wore a vermillion floaty dress.
"Rednecks don't marry royals Michelle," said Emily. "I'm going to be queen of Illea."
"And if she's not chosen it'll be either me, Suzanne or Harper" jumped in Tiffany.
"They might choose me" said Michelle hopefully.
The quartet just laughed.
"Like I said before Michelle," said Emily. "You'll never be special. Come on girls she said let's get in line."
Michelle watched the quartet walk to one of the lines. In front of them was a girl who looked like an eight. The eight didn't seem much younger then Michelle. Emily tapped the girl's shoulder.
"Excuse us, but can you move please?" said Emily in a sweet voice.
"That's mean!" snapped the girl. "It's my turn!"
"Uh, Does the word 'tough' mean anything to you?" retorted Suzanne getting in front of Emily.
Emily and Suzanne laughed and pushed the eight out of the line. "Oh look we're next girls" laughed Emily. Tiffany and Harper just looked at each other with guilty looks.
Michelle sighed and got in another line. After she got her picture taken she went off to look for her parents, she prayed that the next night on the Friday report the selective for Belcourt wouldn't be Emily or any other member of the quartet. Or if they were chosen they wouldn't win. Michelle had a deep feeling that if Emily won and married the prince, it would be a nightmare for all the castes under four. If Tiffany or Harper were chosen it probably wouldn't be to bad if they won, Michelle had always seen them as the least mean.
Author's note; how would you stand up to Emily? And do you think Emily is loyal to the rest of the quartet? Or do you think she doesn't care for them at all?
