Hello readers I am amazing! Jk thats up to you to decide. Technically this is a collab but technically not because my friend is only doing this so i'll write one with her about some manga or anime or something. She doesn't see the purpose of the selection in general. Heads up she didn't read the books. She will probably edit a bit and do some of the gruesome scenes/ rebel attacks. The castes are reinstated. Technology came back a little and also… disclaimer I DON'T OWN the books, people if you're looking for Kiera Cass go look somewhere else. Now enjoy!

I smell chicken noodle soup. Sigh* What a surprise! I am cooking it. The smell of the soup wafts up and around the kitchen. Some old lady has this annoying cold and she keeps sniffling. My mom, being the co-owner of our family restaurant made me go cook some chicken noodle soup for this not-so-lady-like lady. I love to cook but honestly this is awefull. I'm in a super hot kitchen sweating my ass off so some lady can have a free chicken noodle soup. HECK! Half the time these sniffling customers are faking colds. I swear she probably won't even give me a tip. THE NERVE! I am now smelling like old lady because when I served the lady the soup she asked me to come sit down. I hate when customers try to be friendly, let's pretend your the customer. I serve the soup and you say thank you. I turn to leave you say to stay and chat. I'm trying to be as nice as possible while I slowly slip away. Honestly I just want to finish my work go home and sleep and you're there sitting there making the process thaaaaaaaat much longer. I mean can you blame me for wanting to sleep? People this is SLEEP we're talking about. SLEEP! Sleep is very, very, verrrry important. I mean think about it… If you don't get enough sleep your brain will short circuit and you'll die. Personally I would rather be on the safe side, so can you really be mad at me for taking extra precautions?

I return to the kitchen but just as I start to make something new my sister in law rushes in yelling my name. Damn… every time she comes she always starts to gossip. You might think she's just a reporter or something but noooooo, this person has the body of a 24 year old yet the mind of a seven year old. This time however was different. And unfortunately not the good kind of different. In her hand there is a note. Instead of speaking she hands it to me.

Hey sis, it's me and umm...dad had a heart attack. Come to 's ASAP.

I know exactly who it was and I know exactly what I had to do. First, I tell my sis to take over. Second, I tell my mom to drop work this instant. Third, we hop on our bikes and ride to 's.

When we arrive at the local hospital not ten minutes later then when we left the restaurant I hurry to the front desk alongside my mom. My mom starts yelling at the desk person to tell us where dad is. The desk person is not very helpful but thankfully, there is a kind nurse that guides us towards my father. When I see my dad I know that he is dead. The machine tells me his heart's not beating and his chest no longer falls or rises.

A few hours later after the crying epidemic my brother escorts us to our house. Once we arrive my brother calls the town funeral home and arranges a date for my father's funeral. I slowly jog up to my room. I sit on my bed. Today many, many people cried. I did not. I wonder if this makes me a bad person. I suppose the new just hasn't sinked in yet. My mother cried for a full hour, sobbing and sobbing about the kind of things dad had done. The next hour after that she started to panic about our family business and how she was sure it was going to fall. I return to my thoughts of dad while I fumble with the watch he gave me for my eleventh birthday. My thoughts however, are interrupted by my best friend who walks in. I call this person my best friend but really she's my only friend. Living in a small town in Kent with practically no access to civilization isn't the best way to make friends. Between the hours of work, school and homework I really don't have time to "hangout" and do other things that normal teenagers do. My "bestfriend" sits down on my bed next to me. After a while of comforting, she tells me that perhaps I just need to get away from the city for a while. I tell her no since I need to stay here and help mom. She seems to understand the situation but i'm not quite sure.

A few days later my "bestfriend" tells me that the town journal is doing and photo shoot of a few girls (including me) to show what rural life is like. I suppose that no one would care if I ditched one small shift… Once we arrive at the photo shoot there are hundreds of girls lined up. I decide to stay and hope that this does not take longer than my shift. Missing one shift is no big deal but missing two shifts, now that is like a suicide mission. After the photoshoot which took not one or two shifts, but THREE to complete, I secretly sneak back into my house and up to my room so that if my mom asks where I've been I can just say I'm sick. I mean if customers can fake colds so can I.

As expected my mother did yell at me but once she realized I was "sick", cough* cough*, she let me off the hook. I am currently eating supper and watching the capitale report. On the TV screen a man who I haven't bothered to learn the name of is speaking of a competition named "the selection". I never bother to listen to the report because most of time they repeat the same things over and over. This time however I do listen because they have never spoken of the selection before in my generation. I know that the queen was chosen from one of these but I never thought I would be the correct age to apply to one. I don't even want to since I told my friend I needed to stay in Kent for my mother's sake. My mother interrupts the TV by forcefully telling me I am not allowed to sign up. Honestly I could care less. That same evening I learn that my only friend has moved away to Bonita. I do not know why she would do such a thing but to me it doesn't matter.

"Bestfriends" POV

I am composing a letter to my "bestfriend"

Dear Kristina/ Kris,

I came

I screwed stuff up

I left

DEAL WITH IT

Also i'm sorry, but not really… :)

So that was chapter one of my first selection fanfic. I think some of you may have caught on to what the "bestfriend" screwed up for Kris but if you haven't you'll just have to wait and see. I don't know how often I will be able to update this but we shall see. Thankyou so much for reading. And please leave a comment, I'm totally open to constructive criticism and some nice comments too. Seriously guys reviews are like little pushes towards the finish line and they really mean loads to me. Also I have a small favor to ask… This fanfic is a SYOC so if guys want to submit a character please do. I am only accepting a few as mains and i will stop submission at approximately 30 submissions depending on how fast things go. So anyways if you want to have a OC in story here are some of the things you can put in your submissions.

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