This is the POV of Juliana Rose Brenin

I hope I get it right! The character is made by Juliana Rose :D

"Okay, today we will be painting a horizon using the watercolors, Juliana are you even listening?" My Father asks bringing me out of my daze.

"Y-yeah sorry." I defend myself.

My Father lets out a sigh as he repositions his glasses and continues on,

"Very well, okay like I was saying we start by very slowly and delicately make strokes, and then you shape them to your liking."

I move into a comfortable position in front of our canvas and we mimic our Father's instructions. I try so hard to get them to shape so it actually turns out looking like a horizon, I roll my eyes,

"Dad I seriously am not meant to be an artist, it might be your interest but it's not mine, can I be excused?" I ask already untying my apron.

My Dad locks eyes with me and I can see the disappointment filling every inch of his. I shrink back a little, but I've told him multiple times that I don't have the artist's skill; I took the path of singing.

"Alright, you may go." He says his mouth a firm line.

I truly hate it, I've told him multiple times I understand I'm his little girl, but I don't apprehend and enjoy art like him. I love singing more than anything, it's a place where I can escape when I need to, and I can pour out all my emotions in a song.

I start to hum a random tune that I used to sing all the time, but I can't grasp the longing words. I close my eyes and engulf myself in the pleasure of imagining myself singing at the moment. I wonder if I get selected if I will be able to sing, it saddens me to think about how many long nights and stressful days I'll spend until I find out.

I let out an agitated sound, and I walk down the long polished hall of my house and go to my claustrophobic room. I plump down on my lumpy bed and sob, like I've been for the last couple months, since the moment I knew my Mother was putting me in the Selection regardless of what I had to say about it.

I have nineteen days until we see who will be selected. I count the numbers on my fingers while I dry my left over tears with my tattered shirt. I wonder how many girls are wondering about their fate that would change their lives forever.

I need to get away; I get up and walk into the old kitchen. My Mother and Brother Jacob sit at the kitchen table and they are singing a beautiful song together, I come in and begin to sing with them. We sing for a matter of an hour just singing the songs on the top of our heads, back and forth like that.

By the end my mouth and chest hurts,

"That was the most fun that I've had in a while." I say putting a hand on my chest.

"Yes, we should do this all the time." Mom replies.

"We won't be able to do this all the time if she gets selected." Jacob says pointing to me loosely.

I grimace, "Who knows I might not get picked."

"With your looks and personality, I doubt you wouldn't be picked." Mom says it as a fact.

Everything around the table became quiet and tense, I don't respond with a reply, but I get up and decide to take a walk outside.

"Jul-" She tries to stop me, but I've already manage to get far enough away.

I wish she would get me, to know my wishes and what I want in life, and I know for sure it is not being in a long dress I can barely walk in it and being gushed over. I want to marry who I want and have kids when I want to, I want to be in a small house with a zillion of children, and have someone I truly love sit on the porch with me.

As I step outside the rush of cold wind hits my body and I shiver, not with cold but with delight. I've always enjoyed colder weather; I guess that's why I love living in Caste 5. I enjoy the months that are the coldest, my mom always got mad at me for being outside a long time, she always said I was nuts. That was the time when I was young enough not to know my fate and all my siblings still lived at home and weren't married and having their children, I grin at the memory that I had almost forgotten. Times were so simple then, especially compared to now.

I walk up the path that has been walked on for years; it leads to a small field with a pond. I run to it and I sit in the spot I've always sat at, the dip in the Earth that is right beside the small pond. I look into the water, my reflection shines on the frigid water and I take a mental image of this plain face, this is the real image of Juliana Rose Brenin, the girl who didn't want to be in the Selection.

I run my fingers through the water and hum a familiar tune, what I'm going to miss the most if I get picked is my normal life. I will miss my Father, Mother, and all my brothers. I stand up and brush off my dirty pants and I walk the way I came, if this is the role I was meant to fill I will be the best I can be, and if the Prince doesn't like it, it's his loss not mine.

So sorry for the delay! I promise I will start back up on this story, just a lot going on…

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