Hey! I'm back. I didn't update yesterday because I had a cold and a headache. I'm going to try to add detail to this one so it's going to be a lot of back stories today. Along with the report, and what the girls think the rebels knew.

No one was really watching the report and we were all to upset to care anyway. I didn't want to be near any one so I went into the bathroom next door. I locked the door and sat down on the floor. I didn't care enough to try to keep my new outfit clean. I thought about how caring Porter always was. When Dawson was a baby Porter always woke up to feed him during the night, since our mom was gone and dad was working extra late to try to get enough money to feed our family. I remembered back to this past June, when money was extra tight.

We were all really hungry, and Dawson, who was six at the time, was really sick. We didn't know Dawson was sick, but one night he just collapsed. "Porter where are you!" I called out.

"What do you need Portia?" he called back.

"It's Dawson! He just fell on the floor and I think he's unconscious" Porter came running in. he picked Dawson up off the floor and since my dad wasn't home, he carried Dawson all the way to the hospital that was three miles away.

We later found out that Dawson was dehydrated and his nutrient levels were low. We didn't have enough money to pay for his hospital bill, and Dawson wasn't getting much better. My dad stayed with him while Porter and I sat on street corners with signs about what had happened to us sitting right next to us. Porter played the guitar for tips and I sang acapella a few streets down. I don't know how, but Dawson got better and we had enough money with some left over. We used some of it to get stuff from the hospital incase that ever happened again, and Porter insisted we gave the rest to an 8.

Through the wall I heard Gadvril introducing the royal family, and talking to Prince Davison although I couldn't make out the words. There was always a small break before they revealed the selection girls and Kaitlynn and Jenna took advantage of that small break to literally drag me out of the room, right after Jenna picked the lock. They announced the winning girls in the alphabetical order of provinces, and since I was from Angeles I didn't have to wait long.

I didn't think the Selection was all that fair because girls were taken away from their homes, then competing for a love they would never receive. More than one girl would fall in love with Prince Davison and get their heart broken when the prince chooses somebody else.

Even though I didn't particularly want to be in the Selection, I was sitting on the edge of my seat in suspense because I had two good reasons to get in. I'll admit it would be cool to win, Prince Davison was hot, but still.

"Jade Dencan of Angeles, 16 years of age, a four. I knew Jade from grade school, she was my friend until she told half the school the secrets I had trusted her with. Soon afterwards she moved to a more rural part of Angeles. She did look good in the picture though. Her black hair was in a pixie cut which made her look tough, but her face looked shy and sweet.

"Kaitlynn Freall of Angeles, 17 years of age, a five" As soon as she saw her face on the screen she was jumping up and down and screaming. I didn't think there would be any 5's in the competition, but I bet Queen America let them in because she was a 5. In her picture Kaitlynn looked like a 3. Her white blond hair was in two thick braids, and the pastel green of the dress complimented her pale skin color perfectly, to sum it up, she looked like a princess. I tried to be happy for her, but it was hard. I forced a smile then got up and hugged her like everyone else did. Through the noise I just barely heard the next girl being announced.

"Port… Portia Hughes, Sorry about that folks. Portia Hughes of Angeles, 18 years of age, a five. I didn't believe what I heard until my face appeared on the screen. My dirty blond hair hung in loose waves that hung down almost to my waist. I looked smug, like I'd already had the competition in the bag. I'd never say this about myself, but I looked hot. When they cut to the Prince's reaction he smiled a little, which was surprising because he stayed serious through the other girls so far. It was only two other girls, but Prince Davison almost never smiled on the report. Did that mean he didn't think I would last through the first elimination, or that I would be his queen? Whether this thought made me hyperventilate with nervousness or joy, I couldn't tell.

I didn't want it, but my surprised expression slowly turned to a smile. Everyone ran up to me to hug me, and soon I was in the middle of a 20 person sandwich. When everyone pulled away, Kaitlynn and my dad were still hugging me. I rested my head on my dad's shoulder and started bawling. I was finally doing what I told my mom I'd do for her 11 years ago. Porter wouldn't be able to see me in the Selection.

My dad started rubbing my back, something he hadn't done since my mom passed away. He rubbed my back partially to comfort me, but it also helped him calm down. After I'd settled down a little bit I went over to the couch and sat by Kaitlynn.

"Kaitlynn, we get to go to the Selection together!" I said feebly. I knew that she was excited, but I also knew she really liked Porter, and wanted to ask him out after our birthday party.

"He didn't deserve to die the way he did" she said.

"I know" I said.

"I guess the rebels got what they wanted."

"Two emotionally unstable selection girls?"

"Yep."