Disclaimer: I don't own the Selection series, all rights go to Kiera Cass.

CHAPTER II: FOUR FORMS

Annemarie Sabrina Blackwood, Two, Columbia

"Lights off!" She heard the unmistakeable end of the photo shooting. She held her chin up and had a confident smile on her face while she was standing tall. She waited for her manager to come to her.

"Anne darling, as beautiful as always," she was praised by her manager who had a wide smile on his face. "Great work."

"My pleasure," she said with a perfectly timed wink. Before she would have been able to say anything else she was attacked by her best friend. Laurel theatrically pulled her close and let out a loud sigh.

"Oh, Anne baby, you are growing up so quickly," she stated emotionally which made Anne roll her eyes as Laurel was exactly the same age as she was. Laurel curled a lock of her brown hair around her index finger and blinked at Anne's manager who was patiently waiting for the scene to be over.

"Hm, have I seen you around, gorgeous?" Laurel purred to the manager. Anne let out a small chuckle as Tom has always been her manager and her best friend and fellow model has known the man since they have became friends which seemed like a lifetime ago. Tom was a man though, a man in his early thirties and Laurel's full lips and petite nose, not to mention her long legs did not go unnoticed to him, and so he had no problem with the girl's attention.

"Come, come, Mom, we have a form to fill out," Annemarie grabbed her friend's thin right arm and started pulling her away from the shooting area. She watched as Laurel flipped her hair and winked every time they have passed a young handsome man. Poor men all stopped working like they have never seen a pretty girl in their lives even though they were working with freaking models.

"Hey, you! Yes, you there!" Anne noticed a girl around their ages, obviously one from the staff, maybe a Four or she could have been even a Six. The model wasn't sure as it depended on the girl's actual job. "Get us two bottles of water and take it to my changing-room, but make sure it's bubble-free, understood?" she barked towards the black-haired small girl. The girl wasn't amused by the order, but she nodded. Anne waited until the girl took off and they continued their way to the changing-room.

Laurel opened the door and then she lay back on the sofa as if she owned the place. Anne simply put her friend's feet out of her way and sat down on the other side of the sofa.

"You know, you won't be able to write in that position," Anne pointed out, but Laurel just waved her away.

"Way to ruin my mood," she replied after a second, but with a big sigh she sat up. "It's sad that only one of us can get Selected, maybe I should move to another province." Annemarie watched her friend and she agreed, though she wasn't sure she would have liked to compete against Laurel, especially knowing her friend's power over men.

"Should I mention that I was originally a Four?" she questioned her best friend, who looked at her like she was crazy.

"Darling, we both know that getting Selected is not based on sheer luck. We are Twos, highly successful models with beautiful faces. That's what the Palace wants, not lumberjacks," Anne nodded with a perfectly aristocratic expression on her face and she sat with straight back. Laurel was right, she was a Two, and she would show everyone that. The same moment the door opened and the girl from the staff appeared with two bottles in her hand.

"Your water, Your Majesty," she said sarcastically with a mock bow. Annemarie looked at the girl. She had black hair in a high ponytail and she was pretty in a way, she supposed. She was a no one though, not like Laurel or her.

"Thank you," she answered coolly. "Could you pour some for us?" The girl looked at her like she was crazy. She looked around the changing-room and she obviously didn't see any glasses, not that there was any, Anne knew that she was looking in vain – that was the exact reason why she asked.

"There is no glass here," the staff pointed out and Laurel let out a laugh. She put down the form and she caught Anne's eyes. She winked at her, obviously pleased with Anne's creative punishment for the girl's insolence.

"Then get some!" Anne simply stated with a pleasant smile on her face. The girl in front of her put down the bottles on the counter and shot the model a look of pure hatred and she left the room without another word. Anne picked up the bottles and passed one to Laurel who made a face once she started drinking it.

"Uh, it's fizzy," she complained and Anne grimaced. She would have to speak with Tom; this girl obviously didn't know her place. "Is shopping a hobby?" Laurel asked turning back to the form.

"Is breathing vital to life?" Anne asked innocently, trying to point out how stupid her friend's question was – of course shopping was a hobby, and you even needed a talent to be good in it. They continued filling out the form which they have received only a few hours ago. Annemarie replied to every question with clear and precise answers. If she wanted to be one of the Selected then they need to know how good of a party she was.

"Come, we will finish it off at my house. I promised Cecile that I will play with her after I've finished with the shooting," she said softly looking at her watch. Oh, God, she was late, and her baby sister would think that she blew her off.

"Huh, you are really going to play with Cecile? The last time she made you make mud-pies and she nearly made you eat them," Laurel complained while she put the half-finished form in her stylish and very small handbag – it hardly fit. Anne changed out of the dress in which she was last photographed and she put on a loose red dress.

The glasses have never arrived not that Annemarie was surprised. That girl was so frustrating – if she was honest with herself she didn't like people who didn't fall for her charms, and that member of the staff surely fit in that category.

"She is my baby sister, I would do anything to make her happy," she said seriously and what would have surprised most of her fans was that it was true. She couldn't understand how the youngest of her siblings could like playing in the dirt, but if that made her happy then so be it.

Laurel made herself right at home once they arrived to Anne's house as well; she even pushed Anne out of the way once the door was opened.

"Everyone, I'm home!" she shouted once she entered the house after Laurel. It was a very nice and big house for a family of Four. Not that her family was able to afford it by being lumberjacks, but thanks to her luck and beauty. It was a rustic-like dark wooden house which was warm and ever since she has first entered it, it felt like home. A small smile was playing on her lips as Laurel disappeared in the kitchen, probably looking for something to drink not even asking for any of her hosts.

"Anne!" Her little sister ever the tornado she was ran into her so hard that she stumbled back. Her light brown hair was in a messy ponytail which made Anne shudder, but her brown eyes were full of happiness and love, which made the model forget about the sweatpants and too big T-shirt her sister was wearing.

"Hey, baby girl," she greeted her youngest sister happily.

"You are late and I'm not a baby," she argued. To Anne Cecile was always going to be a baby, but she was smart enough not to admit that to the twelve-year-old who was at the age of not liking babying anymore.

"Brice? Angelique?" she questioned her sister about the whereabouts of their siblings, who just shrugged. Now that was helpful, but probably she wanted Anne's undivided attention. Not that Annemarie didn't understand her little sister as recently she has been working a lot so that she would have enough money to move up her family and she hardly been home. While Cecile loved the earth and dirt, Anne hoped to see her as a scientist for example more than a lumberjack.

"Are you ready to play?" Cecile asked enthusiastically and she started pulling her towards the terrace door. The two of them were joined by Laurel who had a bottle of bubble-free water in her hand.

"Oh, where are you two going?" she asked curiously while leaning against the doorframe. Anne looked at her sister in hope of hearing that they might play dress up or have a tea party with dolls like most little girls would want, but of course Cecile had to be an Earth-loving tomboy...

"Duh, we are making mud-pies!" she exclaimed like it was obvious. Anne made a face while her friend started laughing. "Will Laurel join us?" Cecile looked at her older sister, who didn't need to ask her friend to know the answer.

"Sorry honey, but she has a form to finish," she made an excuse for her friend who winked at her and shot Cecile and apologetic look. She herself wanted to use the same excuse, but one look at her little sister changed her mind. If she was to get selected then she wouldn't be able to play with her for weeks, maybe even months. Though, the mud-pie-less diet seemed quiet convincing, she wouldn't mind that.

Tammy Lou Walker, Three, Allens

"Are you sure, Lee-Bug?" Tammy asked worriedly, looking around hoping that no one would hear her. Her twin looked at her with a determined expression.

"Don't be such a coward – we have played each other million times before, why be scared now?" she asked with a shrug. Well, if Sammy said that there was no reason to be afraid then there really wasn't one, right? But this was not getting out of housework or playing a prank with Dominic, but cheating in medical school. "Plus, you know how cute Jeremiah is. He asked me out for lunch, Lou-Lou, that's not a small feet. What if he didn't like me blowing him off?" she asked worriedly and Tammy did feel bad for her sister.

"He isn't worth it then, is he?" she leaned closer to her twin confidentially. She spotted a brunette girl who was watching them curiously with a few books in her hands, but when she caught her eyes she looked away. Sammy looked at her like she was crazy.

"We are talking about Jeremiah; he is like the cutest guy around." Well, he had straight hair, while Tammy preferred curly haired guys and while he was athletic and all being a professional swimmer, they hardly knew anything about the guy other than that he was living in their neighbourhood and over the years they have seen him around a few times. Oh, and Sammy has just ran into him that morning and they flirted or what. Her sister was better in dealing with boys that was for sure.

"Well, but you are better in anatomy! Do you want a bad grade or what?" she asked desperately looking at the clock on the wall right behind her sister. In ten minutes one of them had to go in to write a test about the muscles. Okay, officially Sammy should be going in, her test was only to be held tomorrow.

"Try to be good, sis, I believe in you." Oh, God, just not that. Sammy looked at her with wide eyes (the exact copies of hers) full of belief and love. Tammy just loved her sister too much not to do what she asked, so with a sigh she nodded. "Great! I love you Lou-Lou! You are like, the best!" Right. She was the best. With a forced smile she started walking in the direction of the room where she was to write her sister's test. At least today Sammy chose matching clothing for them – even if someone has seen her sister before they wouldn't have known she wasn't her just by looking at her.

Sammy literally skipped away leaving a terrified Tammy behind. She picked up her handbag full of heavy anatomy atlases and she started walking in the opposite direction as her sister has disappeared.

"Hey, Sammy, are you nervous about the test as well?" A girl, Tammy vaguely remembered being called Erica asked her the moment she entered the classroom. She nodded softly not trusting her own voice even though her sister's voice was very similar to her own.

Erica was shuffling papers all full of Latin names of different muscles and pictures of the human anatomy and Tammy froze. All the expressions she saw on the paper seemed foreign to her; her mind was completely closed off. Sammy was right, they have done this countless times before, but somehow it still felt different now. She felt such a sheer panic, she has never before when the two of them changed place.

Another girl, one Tammy didn't know at all, but her sister probably did, leaned closer to her desk. She was a brunette with light eyes and heavy make-up and she eyes Tammy (or as she thought Sammy) like she was an interesting puzzle that needed to be solved.

"Aren't you left-handed?" she questioned her the moment Tammy picked up a pen. She dropped it like it was burning hot and carefully picked it up with her other hand. Yes, Sammy was left-handed, but no, she was right-handed.

"My sister dared me to write with my other hand for the day," she said with and easy smile and shrug and started playing with the pen in her hand. Sammy was right, they have done this so many times over the years that she had an answer to every question one could ask. But somehow that made her feel even worse – there was literally no differences between them this way. If she wanted she could have lived her twin's life and no one (except maybe her mother and Dominic) would notice it.

She rearranged the pile of papers in front of her and tried to remember all the names of all the muscles. Yes, Musculus sternocleidomastoideus... Sterno-cleido-mastoideus...

"Do you really choose what your sister wears?" the brunette asked randomly and she broke Tammy's concentration. Did this girl have nothing better to do like five minutes before and important test? Why wasn't she studying like ever normal person?

"Yeah," Tammy muttered while still staring at the paper in front of her.

"Doesn't she have her own style?" the girl continued the questioning even though Tammy made in pretty clear in her opinion that she wanted this conversation to end. Tammy has never even seen this girl in her life before, so these questions seemed too personal to her, but as she didn't know just how well Sammy knew the brunette she needed to play along.

"It's a twin thing," she replied casually. Most people just couldn't understand, she noted. Not even if they had siblings, no, having a twin, especially an identical one was different. She has never really done anything without Sammy before, not without her Ladybug.

"So, you are what, one person in two bodies?" she asked with a faint chuckle. Tammy froze – no, she was Tammy Lou Walker, and while such a thing as 'Sammy and Tammy' did exist, she was in no way the same person as Sammy. She had her own life, thank you very much. She hoped this girl was not Sammy's friend (though she would have recognized her then most certainly), because she did not like her.

"No, we aren't," she replied without a care not even looking up. She needed to write this test well, Sammy believed in her and in her abilities, and she didn't want to disappoint her sister. This girl with her annoying questions was not going to ruin her mood and her concentration.

"It's funny how both of you came to medical school, don't you think? Was this your idea as well?" she asked in an innocent tone, and while Tammy generally thought of herself as a nice and calm individual her blood pressure was rising with every question of this girl. Especially as she did hit a nerve – as a Three she couldn't have done what she really wanted and as she didn't have any good idea of what to do, she did follow her sister to medical school. It wasn't like she didn't want to help people and cure them; simply she wasn't as passionate about studying medicine as her sister was.

"Our mother is a doctor herself – it shouldn't be surprising how both of us wanted to follow her footsteps," she answered coolly. She never thought that she would be happy when the professor appeared with the stacks of papers in his hands. Well, saved by the teacher.

Once she received the test she was happy to realize that she didn't forget everything in her nervousness. While Sammy would have received better marks on the paper, she would most certainly not have any problem with passing. Just after she handed in her test, she put her pencil case back in her handbag and she accidentally pulled out a paper instead of a folder. She nearly just put it back thinking that it was one of her notes for anatomy when she caught a glimpse of it.

The girl she identified as Erica was passing her while she was staring at the form.

"Oh, the Selection letter. Will you fill it out? I've already done mine, it's so exciting," she stated happily and she did seem very enthusiastic. The Selection, she nearly forgot about it because of this Jeremiah guy who had to have a date while her sister was supposed to write a test. It seemed such a foreign idea – leaving Ladybug behind (because the two of them couldn't enter together). It has of course crossed her mind, but she didn't think much of it, but that girl might have had a point even if she was frustrating. Who was she without her sister?

"I might – I-I'm not sure what will happen if I get in. I mean without Tammy..." she tried to explain it, but Erica looked at her like she was crazy. What she said to the other girl was the truth – others really did not understand what it was like to have a twin, but maybe they weren't all crazy. Maybe it was normal to be without your sister once in a while.

"Well, if you get in, you compete. Tammy will understand it as well, I'm sure. She will sign up herself, won't she?" she asked curiously while running a hand through her thick hay-coloured hair. For a moment Tammy was silent but then she looked into Erica's eyes and she has made a decision.

"Oh, I think she will. Yes, I have a feeling she will," she stated and the girl smiled at her.

"Then you don't have a reason to feel guilty, right?" Erica stated with a shrug and said goodbye. Yes, getting into the Selection alone, without Sammy was a scary thought, but she had to admit it, that it was an exciting one. For the first time in her whole life she would have to choose her own clothes. With that though another came: Oh, God, how to do that?

Author's note:

When I said more frequently this wasn't exactly what I meant, but I was excited to start writing. And I know that I said that we will see the princesses now, but I wanted to try out writing from the Selected girls' point of view. So, I'm not sure what you think, I would be very interested in your reactions, and of course that especially goes to the creators of these interesting girls.

How this will go? Not every girl will have a POV of filling out the form/deciding to apply, but some will be shown when they get to know they are Selected, others on the way, etc. But by the time the Prince is to meet them all will have appeared at least once. Also, if you like someone very much and you would be interested in more review/PM as I think I will submit another story where I will post missing one-shots from this story. So, you will be able to see more about the girls (or even the royal family).

Question of the chapter: What do you think about Annemarie and Tammy? Which girl would fit into Royce's world and heart more easily? :3

Olivia :)