I finally have my 15 girls! I'll begin introducing them starting this chapter. I'll introduce 4 girls each chapter so the introductions will take around 3 or 4 chapters. I don't want to dwell too long on the introductions since that will probably be kind of boring for you all, and I want to get the Selection going. So, meet my first 4 girls! I will add their caste to the POV title but that will just be for their first POVs, after that only their names

Lady Rania, 4

I put down the last cup of coffee for the day, finally done with my shift. I quickly took off my apron and tossed it on one of the hangers. I was a business student at University but also worked at my parent's coffee shop part time. I didn't mind doing it at all, but I had had a pretty rough day and I needed to escape. I kissed my father goodbye. ''I'm going to the Svorski's to study for a bit, I'll be home by six.''

I grabbed my favorite lilac shoulder purse from the counter and swung it over my shoulder. I stepped out of the shop and tightened my coat around me, trying to hide myself. I walked through the busy streets with my head buried in the big collar of my coat, my dark brown hair falling over my face and hiding most of it. Today had been one of those days. One of those days that I got bullied and didn't stand up for myself. I was a very insecure and shy girl because of my self esteem issues. Every time I looked into the mirror, all I saw was ugliness. No matter how many times my sweet parents tried to convince me that I was beautiful, it didn't work. Every time I felt a little bit better about myself, those horrible bullies would crush that confidence in a matter of seconds. They would crush it into dust and it would fly away with the wind, disappearing again.

I stepped inside my second home, my neighbor's bookshop. Mrs. Svorski, one of the owners and a very kind woman, immediately came rushing to me. Mr. and Mrs. Svorski had always been very caring towards me, and since the elderly Ukrainian couple didn't have any children of their own, they treated me as their daughter. Mrs. Svorski enveloped me in a big, warm hug. I returned the gesture and smiled at her.

''Come in, sweetheart! We have some new books that arrived today, or are you just here to study?'' She asked me as she let go.

''I'm just here to study, I have a lot of work to do.''

''You're such a smart young lady. Do you want me to make you some tea?''

I nodded and she led me to the corner, to a spot where a small table and soft lounge chair was set up. Even though others could come here to study too, this was basically my spot and Mrs. Svorski always made sure that it was free whenever I needed it. I sat down and installed myself while Mrs. Svorski made me some tea. I put my heavy books on the table and saw to my surprise that a crisp white envelope was also in my purse. Mother probably put my mail in there for me to read later. I opened up the envelope and quickly scanned the content.

The Selection. I had seen Prince Killian announce this on The Report, but I completely forgot about it. I couldn't think of a reason not to sign up. Mother's kidney disease was getting worse and while we were on the richer end of 4s, all our money was going to her treatments. There weren't enough donors for her to get a transplant. Maybe by getting Selected, I could raise awareness for diseases that require transplants, and use the money for mother's illness. Another reason for me to sign up was to see my brother. My brother, Rehan, was a palace guard. He was twenty years old and had been at the palace for a year now. And maybe, just maybe, the Selection could give me some confidence. Maybe I could finally feel beautiful.. I quickly grabbed a pen and started filling out the form. Mrs. Svorski came over with my tea and winked playfully at me when she saw the form.

''Good choice, the Prince is very handsome.''

I laughed at this and tanked her for the tea. While I continued filling out the form, I couldn't help but let my mind wander to the Prince. I agreed, the Prince was very cute. Spending some time around him wouldn't be bad at all.

Lady Monroe, 7

I kicked off my dirty working boots when I stepped inside my home, dirtying the floor with them. My youngest brother, Peter, immediately came running towards me. Peter was my little buddy, my partner in crime if you will. I scooped him up into my arms and gave him a big hug, laughing at his enthusiasm. ''You're acting as if you haven't seen me in years.''

''I'm just happy you're finally home. Let's go on an adventure!'' He practically yelled enthusiastically.

I ruffled his hair and put him down on the floor. ''Don't let mom hear that.''

My mother was very different from me. She was a tough, stern and strict woman who was very hard on her children, but especially on me. While she was perfectly fine with staying a mechanic for the rest of her life, I wasn't. I didn't want to be a carpenter. I longed for a different life. A life of fun and adventure. I wanted to see the world, meet different people, make lifelong memories. But instead I was stuck here, in the same routine every day.

I grabbed Peter by the hand and walked into the kitchen. My mother was already starting up dinner. All of my siblings were sitting around the table, waiting for food to be served. I had a rather big family. There was Peter, the youngest boy at six years old. Then there was Fiona, my youngest sister who was two years old. She was strapped to my mother's chest and was making a lot of noise, as always. I didn't even consider taking her over from my mother as I have a slight fear of babies and becoming a mother one day.

I sat down next to Cleo and put Peter on my lap, as we didn't have much room around the table. Cleo was nine years old and a junior woodworker. She was adopted from another family of eights who simply gave Cleo away, never wanting her. She had her nose buried in a book, as she was mostly found doing.

Clara and Smith, my youngest twin sisters, thirteen and fourteen years old, were huddled in a corner of the table, not really paying attention to any of them. Clara and Smith were unique, as they were born on December 31st and January 1st, respectively, making them a year apart, and Clara the older twin. I didn't really get along with them. Smith was rather reserved and bratty, not really willing to talk to others and liking her own company the best, and Clara was obsessed with public image and wished to be famous one day and openly complained of their less than ideal lifestyle, blaming their parents for it. Sitting beside them was quiet little Gia. Gia was a sort of architect at sixteen years old. Although she was still very young, she was very talented and skilled at sketching buildings and making blueprints. Gia and I were incredibly close and even slept next to each other on the floor whenever we could.

In came my oldest brother, Greg. Greg was nineteen years old and like Cleo, he was also adopted from a family of eights. He was a very hard worker which made my mother act much more favorable towards him than towards me. This made Greg feel guilty, but I never blamed him. In fact, we were often on very good terms.

I stood up when my father followed behind and hugged him tightly. My father was my best friend. We loved joking around with each other and playing pranks. We were very much alike.

''You had a letter in the mail today, Roe. Secret admirer?'' He passed me a crisp white envelope with a teasing grin.

''Oh yes, they keep bothering me! I know I'm irresistible but this is becoming too much.'' I jokingly replied. I quickly ripped the envelope open and pulled out a letter and a form.

It was for The Selection. We didn't have a television at home but I knew what it was. A huge, excited grin started forming on my face. This was my chance. My chance for a real adventure. My chance to make new friends, eat delicious palace food and have fun.

My father looked at me curiously. ''Well, what is it? Don't leave us hanging!''

I quickly showed him the letter with the Royal stamp on it. To my surprise, he didn't seem happy.

'Are you going to sign up?''

''D'oh!'' I exclaimed. I didn't understand why my father wasn't as excited for this as I was, but I didn't care. ''As a matter of fact, I'm going to fill the form in right now.''

I ran out of the kitchen, frantically looking for a pen. I didn't even notice that Greg had followed me.

''You know he doesn't want to let you go, right?''

I stood up straight and looked Greg in the eye. My father and I were very close, yes, but he wouldn't want me to miss such an opportunity, right?

It was as if Greg could hear my thoughts. ''He would never forbid you to go, but he won't like it.''

''Well, when I become the Princess and stuff him full of delicious food he won't be complaining anymore.'' I found a pen and pumped my fist in the air, as if finding a pen meant I was already selected. I tried not to think about leaving my father as I started filling out the form. Sure, leaving my father and (some) siblings behind would be hard, but I had to think about what I was gaining. I would finally be able to leave this dreadfully boring life behind, and embark on a new journey.

Lady Arizona, 8

I was slowly losing my mind. Very optimistic most of the time, now I couldn't get this thought out of my head as I was making my way through our small trailer in my wheelchair. Being in a wheelchair while living in a trailer was less than practical. I was sure that if I was a 3 or higher, I wouldn't have any problems with getting around. Unfortunately, I was merely an 8. Born to a mother who didn't want me. Left in an old dumpster and found by the man who raised me, Martin Dells. Martin was homeless and unemployed, but nonetheless, he took me in. He raised me more as a friend than as a daughter, and I loved and appreciated him for that. When I lost my legs, he helped me in every way he could. When I turned thirteen, Martin began gambling to get money, meaning he was gone a lot. I was forced to become very independent at a young age.

I rummaged through our cabinets, looking for something to eat. As always, the only thing we had were some canned beans. I took out a can with a heavy sigh and prepared to open it when I heard a knock on the door. I moved my wheelchair to the door and took it off the locks. I always had the door locked. Living in such a rough place made me paranoid and I took every measure I could to prevent people from breaking in.

The door swung open and Alec' smiling face greeted me. He was carrying a bag of groceries which made me cross my arms in annoyance.

''Alec, you know I don't need you to do my groceries.''

''I know, I know, but I already bought them so we can't let it go to waste, right?''

I moved to the side to let him in. He deposited the groceries on our counter and started putting them away in our cabinets. I put my hand on his arm.

''I can do that, Alec. You don't have to do everything for me.''

If there was one thing I had a hard time with, it was this. I had trouble with letting anyone help me. Even though I knew Alec meant well, I still couldn't allow it.

He knew how I felt about his eagerness to help, so he stepped aside and let me take care of the groceries. He set a white envelop on the counter. ''I almost forgot, this is for you.''

I opened the envelope and gasped when I saw what it was for. ''The Selection? But I'm just an eight.''

He shrugged his shoulders. ''My sister didn't want to sign up so I took the form. Why let it go to waste?'' Alec and his family were threes.

I smiled brightly at Alec. ''This couldn't have come at a better time. Do you have a pen?''

Ofcourse he did. He took a pen out of his pocket and helped me fill in the form. This was it. This was my ticket out of here. I could finally get out of this trailer. I wasn't extremely excited, but at least it was better than my current living conditions.

Lady Viollca, 5

My curtains were pulled close, barely letting any light through. I was sitting at my desk, hunched over, working on my next comic book. Little pots of inks, small brushes and empty cups of coffee were scattered all over my messy desk. A desk lamp brightened my work space, making everything clear for me to see. I was almost done with my next issue, just a few more lines.

''VIOLLCA! DINNER IS READY!''

I got startled by the sudden noise and knocked over a pot of ink. The ink quickly spread all over my papers, ruining it. A lot of not so nice curse words flew out of my mouth as I did my best to salvage what I could, but to no avail. I was almost done and now the last few chapters were completely ruined. I sighed in defeat as I thought about the countless hours I spent on this issue, and now I had to do it again.

My face was like thunder as I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. My hands were covered in ink and I looked like I hadn't slept in days.

''Look who finally came out of her cave.'' My mother said with disdain in her voice. Mother was a very talented singer and violist, but besides that, she was also very strict, especially towards me. I couldn't exactly blame her because I knew she became like this after the death of my three year old brother, Simmy. He would have been eight now, but he died of typhoid. Ever since his death, things had been tense at the house. My father and I never used to fight but that now that was just part of our day.

''Thanks to your yelling, I now have to spend even more time in that cave. You ruined my latest issue.'' I said as I sat down next to my younger sister, Mirela. Mirela was thirteen years old and thankfully, here and I were still very close.

''Your letter for the Selection came. Your signing up.'' My mother placed the Selection form in my lap, and her tone said that she wouldn't accept a no. ''If you don't get out in public, I will seriously kick you out. I'm done with the whole hiding in your room all day and not speaking to anyone, except those circus act twins.''

She was talking about my two best friends, Linnae and Linda Tamson, who were in a circus.

To mother's surprise, I didn't even protest. We could use the money we would get from me being in the Selection and of course I would not want her to kick me out. But I had a third reason to sign up. I wanted to fall in love. I wanted to fall in love so I could better portray it in my stories. I had some trouble with romantic scenes, and this would be the perfect opportunity to get more experience.

''Fine. I'll sign up after dinner.'' I said as I started stuffing food in my mouth, having lived of off coffee the entire day.

''You would make a great princess, Vi.'' Mirela said sweetly.

I grinned at her. ''I would be a very awkward princess and you know that, but thanks.''

Those were my first four girls! I hoped you liked them, and the way I portrayed them. The introduction chapters will mostly be background information and their reasons for signing up for The Selection. After that, you will get to know them better along with Killian.

Which one of these four girls did you like best: Rania, Monroe, Arizona or Viollca?

Thanks for reading and keep reviewing!

~ wolfofstark