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Chapter 4:

Today was the start of our province visits. Maxon and I were in the car going to Chlemville where we were interviewing the same house as the one I visited. Then we'd go and interview the other castes in the province. Today would also be our first speech together. After all of that, we'd hop on a plane that would take us to the next province. We had 14 provinces all together which means 98 houses to interview. We would do 3 reports in between as well as 14 speeches.

I rested my head on Maxon's shoulder. I was getting a headache from thinking about all this work.

"You okay, Mere?" He asked with worry.

"I'm fine. Maxon, how are we supposed to do all of this?"

"I know it's a lot, but we are going to have each other. It's going to be stressful and tiring, but I know good will come out in the end. We're going to make Ileá a better place. We're going to make people smile."

I sighed. I mean yes it would be good, but Maxon and I have been married for only a short while.

We pulled up at the tiny little shed and I immediately saw Maxon frown.

"It's a tough life Maxon, you know that right?"

"Yes America, I just feel like all of them hate me already."

"They don't, they believe in us."

We got out together and I immediately held Maxon's hand. I was scared to see hear bad news. I was scared to see little Meredith and Jacob skinnier than before. I was scared to hear that the baby wasn't well.

We knocked on the door and it opened quickly. It was Gallia, the old woman who had spoken to me last time. I greeted her in a warm hug.

"We're ecstatic to see you, my dear princess. Everyone is happy you have chosen us to interview."

She attempted to curtsy to Maxon, but Maxon knew she was weak. Plus, he didn't really like the curtsying anyway.

"There's no need for that," Maxon said with a smile.

"Thank you your majesty. Please come in to meet the rest of us."

Gallia led us to the tiny room where I was greeted by my little friends.

"Princess America," they chorus joyfully.

"Hey Meredith and Jacob," I replied sharing the enthusiasm they had.

To my delight they looked like they had eaten a tiny bit more, but sadly not enough. They were obviously still extremely skinny. Maxon looked at the two children with curiosity to in his eyes. He leaned down to greet us all and said, "What are your names?"

Meredith quickly curtsied while Jacob bowed.

"M-Meredith," she said shyly.

"It's very nice to meet you. May I call you Mere? That's what I call Princess America."

She brightened up and grinned. "Of course your majesty!"

"I'm Jacob."

"Nice to meet you Jacob," Maxon said shaking his hand. We stood up to greet the others. Melisa, the mother of the baby was smiling.

"Hello Princess America, hello Prince Maxon," she said. Her husband came up from behind and greeted us as well.

"Hello Melisa and hello George. How's baby Alice?" I asked excited to see the blond haired girl again.

"Wonderful, so far she hasn't gotten sick which we are extremely grateful for."

"That's wonderful!"

"Would you like to hold her, Princess?"

I nodded as she placed Alice in my arms. I remembered holding Astra. I cradled her and he looked down in wonder.

"Do you want to hold her," I asked.

He looked unsure and said, "I don't know, I don't hold many babies."

I laughed at his response. Of course he doesn't; he's the Prince of Ileá.

"You'll be fine," I said placing Alice in his arms.

He was shaking slightly, but soon he got accustomed to the light body.

"She's so small and beautiful."

"Thank you," Melisa said leaning her head on George.

We placed Alice back in their arms and sat down in the seats they had for us. Time to start the actual interview. We'd ask about basically the jobs, current state of home, food, education, and what they would like to change.

From the 20 people we collected all the info. One person had a job as a gardener, but that was the only source of income. They became Eights because the family was accused of stealing. They didn't actually do it, but a family of twos had accused them. That was eight people and the rest were either related to them or sharing a home. They had two meals a day; one at 10:00 and another at 6:00. It would normally be soup or vegetables. If they were lucky they'd have bread. Obviously they couldn't go to school.

There were so many things that needed to be changed; it was unbelievable. The one thing they asked us to immediately improve was the school system. It wouldn't be too hard to get everyone in school and make it mandatory, right?

When we walked out of the shed, I truly felt bad. Maxon's face was empty. He looked drained and desperate.

Once we were in the car he said, "I can't believe they kept this away from me for 19 years."

"I know it's hard to imagine living like that. I guess it just makes us more determined to make lives better."

He nodded and looked down. The amount of guilt he was showing was abundant. I guess this is all extremely new to him.

The rest of the day was long and tiring. We interviewed the other castes. Sevens and Sixes were pretty similar considering Seven's just had outdoor jobs. Fives were on their own while the state of Fours and Threes were also pretty similar. Two's obviously lived a glamorous life and I finally saw how spoiled Celeste was. Luckily the family of Two's we interviewed were pretty nice and not to stuck-up. They seemed to have rooted for me during the Selection. We were now going to give the speech.

Maxon and I walked to the stage in front of many people in the Province.

Maxon started by saying, "Today we went around Angeles and interviewed a family from each of the castes."

It was my turn to speak. "We met many wonderful people and have gotten to know them well. We have discovered their living conditions and daily life."

Maxon said, "We have seen how some people starve. We've seen the tears in people's eyes as they spoke."

Maxon's voice was sad. I knew that I would have to finish most of the speech.

" Most of all, for the first time in forever we've heard your hoped and dreams up close. We have taken in ways to distribute money better. We've realized how much more we could try and do. We've enjoyed meeting many of you and learning from what you have to say. We've realized that the first thing we are planning on adjusting is school. Many families believe that their children should be able to get a good education for their children. Even though we still have 91 families to hear from, these 7 have already influenced us. Thank you for allowing us to come to your homes and thank you for giving the interviews a chance. We plan on constructing Ileá into a stronger country."

With that I stepped back from the microphone as everyone applauded.

"Perfect," Maxon whispered to me before slipping his hand around my waist and waving.

I shook awake from a nightmare. We were currently on a plane to go to the Province of Arizona.

I was panting and shivering and breathing deeply. We didn't dare tell the people in Angeles about how we also met some unfriendly people. They shouted rude things at us and they seemed extremely mad. They were sort of violent to. Their hand gestures and body movements scared me. I was still haunted by the many things rebels had down. I still remember the man in my closet.

"America? America, honey, please tell me what's wrong?" Maxon seemed terrified about what was happening.

I took a deep breath and relaxed into his arms,

"I-It was n-nothing," I said stuttering.

"If you're awake at 3:00am panting and looking mortified, it's obviously something."

"It was a nightmare, a faceless man trying to kill us."

There were a few tears threatening to spill. Maxon took me into a hug and rocked me back and forth.

"It's okay, it was just a nightmare. It's going to be okay."

I closed my eyes and just tried to be serene. It was just hard to imagine loosing Maxon. The rebels would be stopped someday.

"Maxon?"

"Yes America?"

"I love you."

"I love you too."

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