HELLOOOOOO! You guys are AMAZING! Your reviews had me cracking up and I LOVED them. Anyways...I did promise you guys a dream cast sooo... (I have a few people for each character so please tell me which person you choose)

Dream cast:

America: Audrey Hollister/Jane levy

Maxon: Bradley James/Lucas Till/Alex Pettyfer

Eadlyn: Stacey farnet/Phoebe Tonkin

Marlee: Gabriella Wilde

Aspen: Zac Efron/Liam Hemsworth

Carter: Max Irons

Celeste: Megan Fox

Kriss: Alexandra Daddario

Elise: Marie Digby

May: Francesca Capaldi

Georgia: Anne Hathaway

August: Jake Abel

King Clarkson: Anthony Head/Brad Pitt

Queen Amberley: Angelina Jolie/ Elizabeth Reaser

ENJOY!

Disclaimer: The Selection belongs to Kiera Cass!

Poke. Poke. Poke. I grunted and smacked whatever was annoying me.

"Ow! America...I just got a manicure," Marlee squealed as my pillow thwacked her head.

"What time is it?" I grumbled. I heard the curtains being pulled back and...SHOOT! The weapons! I flung the blanket back and scrambled to my feet, startling Marlee and Eadlyn.

A wave of relief rushed through me as soon as I saw the locked closet door. Thank God!

"Whao! Adrenalin rush much! Anyways...It's your first day of lessons! We need to get you ready," Marlee rattled on as Eadlyn grinned.

"You didn't answer my question. What time is it?" I asked.

"Well...umm...6 am?" Eadlyn and Marlee waited for the explosion.

"Oh. Ok. That gives me enough time to..."

"Get dressed up?" Marlee asked, eyes wide and hopeful.

"...jog," I finished, both of their jaws dropping.

"Don't tell me you're an athletic freak!" Eadlyn groaned, shaking my shoulders.

"Oh! We forgot to mention that there are sports tryouts today! So...no lessons," Marlee said, "If we polish you up a little, you will definitely get into cheerleading! I mean... you're already drop dead gorgeous... but the morning look is just not your style..."

"Who said anything about cheerleading? Are there any other sports?" I quickly changed into my sports bra and yoga pants.

Marlee and Eadlyn were now desperate, "America please! Do cheerleading with us! It's so much fun! What about... gymnastics?" They begged.

"Nuh uh. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go for a jog," I sighed, hustling them out of the door and into the deserted hallway, "Ok, how about you guys get ready first, and then I'll come 15 minutes before school begins so you can get me ready."

My friends pumped their fists in the air before heading into their own dorm. Peace. And. Quiet.

...

"Americaaaaaaaaaa! We beg you!" My friends were now on their knees, trying to persuade me to do cheerleading.

Sport tryouts were in 5 minutes and they were hysterical.

"No no no! I hate cheerleading. I'll make my final decision once I hear all the sports."

Just as I finished talking, the head coach walked out.

"Ok! PAY ATTENTION!" Every head snapped up to meet the hard eyes of Coach Ryans, "Listen up or you'll be having detention. Now...the list of sports...swimming, water polo, ice skating, football, volleyball, cheerleading, tennis, gymnastics, ping-pong, horseback, lacrosse, taekwondo..."

Bingo.

Once he finished talking, Eadlyn and Marlee turned to me with puppy dog pouts.

"I'm doing...TAEKWONDO!"I beamed. Silence.

"You can't be SERIOUS!" They began to wail, causing quite a scene, "America, nobody does that sport!"

"Well, there's a first for everything! Catch you guys after school," I yelled, running towards the taekwondo section. It wasn't exactly my first time, though. I've been doing it since I was 4.

You've got to be kidding me. Taekwondo was right next to football. Maxon's sport choice. I guess it was purposely set up that way so I could keep an eye on him. Oh well...this was going to be interesting.

"Ummm...excuse me?" I waved my hands in front of a small, podgy man.

His chubby little face looked up, "Are you here for cheerleading? Because this is the wrong area."

WHY DOES EVERYBODY ASSUME GIRLS SHOULD BE DOING CHEERLEADING?! I was a SPY! Spies do not do cheerleading. SPIES do taekwondo, jiu-jitsu, karate, boxing, wrestling...

"I'm here for taekwondo," I snapped, grabbing the sandwich from his hands.

His jaw dropped, "Really? Nobody has done it since 2000. I don't even know why the school even bothered hiring me!" he gasped, snatching his sandwich back.

He hoisted himself up, smacked his hands and patted my shoulder, "Ok, are you a beginner?"

"Black belt," I said smugly. I had been training for this sport ever since I started SINGER. That's right, I've been training since the tender age of 4 years old. The same time all my other friends were dancing around in tutus.

"Alright. Show me what you got! Wait...I didn't even introduce myself! I'm Mr. Walters and you are?"

"America."

"Fantastic," he smiled, bringing a dobock out from his bag, "Put this on whilst I get the equipment ready."

As I slipped on the white dobock and black belt, I noticed a few boys from football staring at me. Including Maxon.

Before Mr. Walter turned around, I fished a small hearing piece out of my shoulder bag and attached it my ear. This little nifty device had a hearing range of 3 miles, I could now hear what the guys were saying.

"Dude! Isn't she the new chick?" Maxon's friend, Aspen asked.

"Yeah! She'll just be another girl trying to show off," Maxon chuckled. Watch me pretty boy.

"She's got a black belt!" Carter, Marlee's boyfriend, said in awe. I liked that guy.

"It's just for show!" Maxon exclaimed. That boy was playing with fire.

Luckily, before my temper took the best of me, Mr. Walter turned around.

"Ok! I'm ready, you ready?" I nodded and he held the paddle above his head, "Show me a bolley kick!"

I stood in fighting stance, took a step forward, turned around and thrust my back leg towards the paddle. A loud smack sounded as my foot collided with it.

"Great! Now a Tornado Roundhouse kick,"

Fighting stance, back turn, back leg forward and...thwack!

Whilst we continued to train, I felt more and more eyes on me. By the time my 3-hour training session finished, it felt like the entire school had gathered around the oval. Awkward.

"Well! America, I really hope you will come next lesson. You are definitely a godsend," Mr. Walter puffed, his face radiating happiness...and sweat.

"Most definitely sir, I wouldn't think of doing any other sport!" I replied, handing him my dobock, "See you next time sir!"

As soon he waved goodbye, I tried to make a run for it. Only to be caught by two pairs of arms.

"Marlee! Eadlyn! How can I help you?" I smiled sweetly.

"Don't you dare try to distract us, missy! What was that out there?" Eadlyn demanded.

"What was I what?" I asked, wading through the sea of people.

"All that chow-pow-pow?" Marlee screeched. I swear that woman was related to a banshee.

"Ok! Let's say that today wasn't exactly my first time."

"When was your first time?" What was this? The Spanish inquisition?

"I was four. HAPPY?" I sighed, hearing them giggle behind me.

"That's so..." Marlee's voice sounded happy. TOO happy.

"Sweet," a smooth voice finished.

Groan

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TOODLES!