I am trying to do these POV really fast so we can move on to the Selection part :D As always love you!

Jennifer Stone by: babysitter1997

Here we go :D

"Jen, seriously you can't ride that horse, he's wild for God's sake!"

"Then I have a challenge on my hands don't I?" I reply jumping onto the rebel stallion.

"Your Dad is going to kill me if I bring you back in pieces!" My friend Melanie replies petrified.

I kick the horse in his sides, he rears back and I hold on tight.

"You are going to kill yourself, stop it!" Melanie yells practically fainting.

I laugh out loud, "You worry too much, calm down I am going to be okay."

The horse starts to pound its feet on the ground while I urged him further along. The wind on my face feels bliss and I just want to scream with joy, the rush of it makes me want to even sing. In the distance I can hear Melanie yelling something, but I don't head back to hear her worrying pleads. This moment is too good to stop; I let out a whoop and another nudge to the horse's side to go even faster. Then in a matter of a second I am thrown off the bucking horse, and the wind is knocked out of me. I roll to the side so I don't get stomped on.

"See, I freaking told you Miss I- want- to- do- crazy- things- that- could- kill- me!" I hear Melanie's panting voice yelling at me as she drags me under the fence away from the horse.

"Okay, okay I'm sorry." I say panting myself while I wrestle my worn glove off my hands.

"Well you should be you had me worrying like I was your Mom." She replies.

I grab a handful of mud I have found on the ground; I playfully shove it in her face,

"W-what was that for?" She says wiping off the mud covering her eyes.

I laugh and run away from her while she grabs a wad of mud and throws it at me; it hits my back and splatters onto my worn t-shirt.

"That was my only clean shirt!" I yell back as I wipe off what I can.

"Then give it to me and I'll have my Mum wash it." She replies in her accent.

"Okay, thanks." I say.

"We need to start heading back; I bet our lunch break is over."

I huff out a sigh,

"Fine, let's go then." I imagine the long hour aches of picking up concrete.

Melanie claps me on the back, while I collect my sack of gloves and other equipment that I used to ride the horse.

We walk down the hilly road of ours that leads to the concrete mill. I roll my eyes.

"Oh come on, it's not that bad you do every day." Melanie tells me already knowing my thoughts.

"That's the reason Melanie; I want to be free from this place I want to be out in the world, I want to do more stuff in my life than picking up and placing down concrete all my life." I say gesturing with my hands.

"I know it isn't the dream, but it's something to keep us alive."

"I hope I get picked." I mutter to myself when we begin to walk again.

"I hope you do too."

"What?" I ask.

"I hope you get picked, Jen you have everything you need to be the one." She replies in a matter of fact tone.

"You really think so?" I ask.

"I know so, how can you be so clueless?"

"Melanie you were always the prettier one, you have more chances than I do." I answer with a little jealousy in my voice.

"Maybe we'll both be picked, we have to keep optimistic." Melanie says with her head held up a little higher.

With that we run to our work stations and begin the long laboring hours of work.

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By evening I am bandaging my wounds from work. I have a long gash across my forearm where I fell onto a piece of broken concrete and a blister on my index and middle finger. Good thing my Father is a Doctor, or I would be spending many nights in pain.

"Hey Jen, what battle scars do you have today?" My Mom walks in dropping her bag of medicine onto the Kitchen counter.

"Just a minor scratch and gash, with the medicine it should be a scab by tomorrow." I finish off before cleaning the mess I created with all the medicine I brought out.

Before I leave my Mother brings me into a hug and kisses my forehead,

"I'm going to miss you so much, if you get picked for the Selection." She says.

"I know and I will miss you too, I'm doing this for our family and so I can find myself." I answer while she stares at me with that Motherly look, she will be crying buckets when I leave.

"Okay, let me give you something first." She says holding up a finger.

She reaches into her bag and pulls out a piece of cardboard,

"What is it?" I ask fingering it in my hands.

"It's a postcard, a postcard from Paris this was a very well-known place in the 2000's before the wars broke out and destroyed it."

"It's beautiful, it so sad that hatred destroyed this." I say feeling a little piece of my heart breaking.

My Mom averted her eyes and nods,

"Yes, yes it is."

"Thank you, where did you get it?" I ask.

"I was out today helping an old lady who had various burns from melting concrete and she gave it to me, as a token of gratitude."

"Well, it is beautiful; okay I'm going upstairs if you need me." I say leaving the room.

I walk upstairs dodging the many toys my little brother leaves on the stairs. I just keep thinking I can't wait until I don't have to watch my step unless I am in a dress. When I get to my room I plop down on my bed and let the cool air coming from my window envelope me in its calming breeze.

I can't believe in another couple days I will be able to know who I will be, if my faith consists of me becoming a Selected. I love the idea and the sensation of having hope. Hope will give me strength, courage, and a chance that I need to find me. I get up, and take the tack from my desk and pin the postcard by my posters and other things like that.

I look into the mirror below my collection and a see a clueless girl not sure if she is doing the right thing, and I know that one day she will find herself. With that I go back to my bed and think about my future until my eyes grow heavy and I slip into unconsciousness.

There we have it another character down in one day! I hope you love it!

Another one tomorrow!