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Chapter 3
Blake's POV
"Blakey Blakey, time to wakey wakey," my mom shouted as she entered my room.
"Mooooooooom, what time is it?"
"Time to get your butt up. Remember? Selection applications?"
Yeah, I did remember, and after all the forms were filled out, I would go and meet Maddy for the second time this month.
"Have you even started answering these questions?"
"Mom, you are talking to the all time procrastinator."
"Blake," my mom warned.
"Right, I'm going," I said getting up and grabbing a pair of jeans off my desk.
"Come down for breakfast when you're ready."
"K," I called as I shut my door.
Sitting down at my desk, I grabbed a pencil, and started writing my name on the blank paper.
Name: Blake Ashfort
DOB: May 6th
Age: 20
Skills:
"I don't know. . . Hey mom! Does eating a whole pizza count?"
"Blake-"
"I know, I know. . . Totally kidding," I said writing down sports, cooking, and hunting.
Languages: English, Spanish
The last question caught me off guard.
If you won, what would be your goal as king of Illea?
"I hadn't thought about winning, so I wrote the first thing off the top of my head. To make the people happy. Now obviously I know that my answer was not one of a scholar, but I am not a deep person.
After signing to the terms and agreements, I headed downstairs, where my mom had a plate of eggs waiting for me.
"How long does signing a paper take," she asked impatiently.
"Ten minutes apparently," I responded.
"Well we're late. You'll just have to eat in the car."
"Ma'am yes ma'am."
When we get to the building, there are huge lines of guys about my age waiting to sign up for her. I know that she wouldn't like anyone here, I doubt that she even likes me sometimes.
"Oh, hi Gabriel," mom says.
Gabe is a neighbor of ours whom we never really talk to, and it's his mom's choice. She just doesn't like my mom; which of course, my mom being a people pleaser, acts all annoying around her, which makes Mrs. Johnson (Gabe's mom) hate her more.
"Eliza," Mrs. Johnson nods. " Is Blake signing up too?" I could
see her smirking at me, giving me a once over.
"Actually, yes, and Gabe?"
"Yes ma'am. I hope to get the pleasure of ,meeting her."
"We've been practicing what to do when he meets the princess," Mrs. Johnson said.
"How do you know that I won't meet her ma'am"
"Because, the Selection isn't random. Why else would they ask all of those ridiculous questions. The only thing I can't understand is how America got in. That woman-"
"Isn't it rude to disrespect the woman who is giving you the money that you and Gregory are in need of right now," I asked.
"Well, IT was nice talking to you," Mrs. Johnson said flustered. "It looks like that line is dwindling down," she said, even though it obviously wasn't.
"You too," I called back mockingly.
Before my mother could scold me, I went into the building, sat down for the photographer and gave my best smile.
If the drawing wasn't random, I wanted to have my best shots at Maddy.
Maddy's POV
I was sitting in the little patch of grass, the only clearing in the forest surrounding the palace, waiting for him. I was nervous that he wouldn't be selected, that I would have to start from scratch again. That I would have to be. . . social. Of course I couldn't end the Selection the first day, but I might be able to find an excuse for after the first month. . .
"Hey," a voice called. I smiled because he was finally here.
"Blake, you're late." Which was true, the stars had started to come out, but I had also been overly early.
"You can't pull that on me because after I signed up, there was this big long meeting and-"
"Wait, what did you sign up for?"
"Well-"
"Blake?!"
"For the Selection of course!"
"I thought you said it was stupid and insulting to your manhood."
"That was before I met you."
"So you're saying if you hadn't met me you wouldn't sign up?"
"I mean, my mom might've made me but-"
"Blake. . . I-"
"I'm kidding, I thought you were great from the beginning," he said hugging me.
"I'll believe it when I see it."
"Would this make you believe me," he asked, producing a bracelet with glass roses on it."Blake, oh my. . . It's beautiful. Thank you," I exclaimed, pecking him on the cheek.
"I know it's no much compared to everything else you have at back home," he says, fastening the bracelet to my wrist, "but Maddy, I love you, and I will try everything in my willpower to make you happy."
"I love you too, and just you being here is enough."