I ran after her though she was fast. If that was America... and she was a rebel... if she came without asking or our permission... she would have to be a southern rebel... my America? A southern rebel? How? Southern rebels are killers and I couldn't imagine America being a killer. But she left all of a sudden... I just didn't know what to think of this. So many things were going through my head. Eventually we were at a dead end. "America?" I asked once again. The girl took a moment to answer and when she did, she hesitated. "Yes?" So many emotions filled me but mostly it was pure joy. "America, I don't understand what's happened, but I want you to stay. Even if it's only for a couple of days. Please." "Fine." I could tell something was wrong. "You can stay where you stayed during the selection. I will send a maid up to help you. I would like to speak with you tomorrow." I walked her back to her room. Now that we had spoke with each other, she didn't seem like the same America. But hopefully I would be proven wrong. Hopefully I could earn back her trust, but most importantly I hoped I could earn back her love.