Bellamy:

After the names were called, I went to my room with the list to memorize the girls' names. I didn't take that long. I am actually pretty good with names. They are all beautiful, but it's a matter of if I will fall in love with any of them. I don't want to focus on that right now. I have much more important things to do, like finding the reason behind the rebel attacks. It's all been a mystery. No one knows why they are attacking so violently. Just a few months ago, they tortured people for information, and killed anyone who got in their way. Like I said, not really the time to have a selection. But my father says that there probably will never be a right time. Soon, night fell, and I went to bed wondering what tomorrow would bring.

I woke up to the maids rushing in and out of my room, but I stayed in bed because I didn't feel like starting this stressful day yet.

"Do you think he is awake?" said the one named Mary.

"I don't know, but if he isn't we need to wake him up to ask him what he wants for breakfast." The one called Lucy answered.

"Pancakes" I answered, scaring them. Which caused them to shriek.

"Yes, Your Majesty. We will inform the kitchen. Now do you have any preferences for your outfit.?" Mary said.

"Maybe something sophisticated and confident, but also humble. I don't want to make a bad impression. Do I?" I answered.

"Certainly, Sir. We will be right back with your suit."

As they were leaving, I quickly yelled, making sure not to be too loud, "And tell Octavia to meet me at the window in corridor nine in an hour. Don't tell anyone else please."

"Yes, Sir." they said exiting.

After I got out of bed, I took a quick shower and combed my curly, black hair. I'm trying to look like I didn't try too hard, but I don't want to seem as if I didn't try at all. I walked out of my private bathroom and found my suit and pancakes waiting for me on my bed. I also noticed that it was five minutes to ten, and I told Octavia to meet me at ten. I quickly shoved down a couple bites of breakfast and slipped my suit on then hurried off to meet my sister.

Clarke:

As soon as I walk into the hospital, I see him. I see Wells. He started to walk away, but I ran after him, almost tackling him to the floor.

"That hurt, Clarke" He says depressed. I wondered, based on his tone, whether he was talking about the tackle or the fact that I broke his heart.

"Look Wells, I know that you're not talking to me, but can I at least say good bye before I leave."

He gives me a sorrowing look and says, "I heard about that. I know that you must feel pretty trapped. I know that you want to wait for your true love and all."

"Stop that! Can we just have one conversation without you bringing that up? I just want things to back to the way they were."

"Well it's too late for that." He says as he walks away.

"Wells….Wells," I yell out to him, but he doesn't answer or turn around. I hate myself for what I did to him.

The rest of the day was alright. My mom and I did surgery on a thirty-four year old male with a ruptured appendix. Stitched it right up. Next thing I know, I have a plane to catch. It's quarter to ten. So my mom drove me to the airport. I'm not very good at directions, but I knew we were getting close because people started crowding. There were so many people; I thought my mom was going to run them over. Soon I saw Mr. Jackson, the one in charge of the selected girls. He must have had his coworkers in the other provinces to help the other girls. I stepped out of the car while Mr. Jackson greeted my mother. After he was done, he turned to me and said:

"You best say your goodbyes."

I nodded and he walked away. So I say to my mom, "I don't know if I can do this, Mom."

"If I know my daughter at all, you most certainly can. You are strong and confident," then she starts to whisper, "Prince Bellamy would be a idiot not to pick you."

"But that's what I'm afraid of. I don't want to be picked, I don't want to compete. I want to fall in love naturally, not by force."

"Who knows sweetheart. Maybe you will."

"I love you Mom."

"Love you too, Clarke."

Next thing I know, I'm on the plane and off to Angeles.