Sorry if my chapters are too short or don't have the best grammar. I keep trying to write in the present tense, but I keep changing to past tense. I will try to stay consistent. Also I will try to make the chapters a little longer. By the way, thank you for reading my story.
Bellamy:
I learned a long time ago not ever to run in the hallways. It's improper and unking like. But since there were no people in sight, I made an exception. Every time a person came around a corner, I just slowed down. Hopefully I don't get in trouble for this. I knew now that I wasn't going to make it on time. It was already two minutes passed ten on my watch. I turn the corner and see Octavia sitting, beautifully on the windowsill. When she turns her head, she starts to laugh.
"What are you laughing at? I know I'm late, but you don't have to be so rude." I joke trying to catch my breath. I always played jokes on her ever since we were little. Maybe it was because I was trying to cheer her up after Mom died. But it just stuck with me, even though we made our peace with it.
"You're running is hilarious. You look like an ostrich with a broken leg." she says, still laughing, but trying to calm down. If our father ever heard of this, we wouldn't survive until morning. That is the main reason why we meet here. It's virtually abandoned because of the fire a few years ago, so we can do whatever we want without anyone knowing.
"Mom always said I did run funny. I guess that hasn't gone away, even after all these years." I say. But then it got quiet. I'm three years older than her, which means she didn't get as much time with our mom. I always felt bad about that.
"Look O, I know you didn't get much time with Mom, but you got the good years. The ones when she treated you like her little angel. You were always her favorite. You will always have that." I say reassuringly.
"Thanks Bell. So, today's the day!" she says changing the subject.
"You know that I don't want to do this, O. Why are you bringing it up?"
"Maybe because of the fact that you've never had a girlfriend for me to pick on, and now I will have thirty-five." she says smiling at me.
"Oh my gosh," I say half surprised, "You do that, and the ones that you scare off are just one less that I need to worry about." I joke again.
We talked and talked about things that technically we aren't allowed to anywhere else. Before we knew it, an hour had gone by. Which means The Selected are arriving soon. Octavia caught me looking at my watch so she grabbed my arm and glances also.
"Oh no Bell, you better get going. They arrive at eleven. You've got ten minutes, so you better hurry." She says.
I guess my day has me running all over the place, but when I got closer to the main corridor, I slowed down. I certainly didn't want to get scolded the first day of The Selection. I wasn't supposed to see the girls today, but I couldn't resist. I stood on the staircase overtop of the main corridor, so as the girls walk in, their backs were facing me. They still had their normal clothes on, one even actually had scrubs on. Nevertheless, each and every one of them was beautiful, from what I could see. I quickly slipped back so no one would see me. Then I headed for my father's study. We have a practice meeting today. He's trying to prepare me for what it's like to be king.