Okay, so thank you to all my awesome reviewers! I'm going to say it again, that I am no longer taking submissions through review, PM only. Btw, the more you review, the better your character will do, because it tells me you still read and care about this story.

This chapter will introduce Riley. Enjoy!

Riley straightened her silver knee length dress and looked down at her silver heels, exhaling as she left the office to go get into the car waiting for her out front. She had been sent to Germany-a country friendly with Illea, luckily-to help straighten out some wrinkles between the countries, and it had gone well. She hadn't even needed any help from the senior member of the office who had come with her, in case she needed help.

Once she was on the plane, she settled down easily. All the planes for diplomats were nice, with several rooms on board for them to stay in. The senior member went to a room to spend the time in, as did she. They were pretty nice rooms too-bathroom, bed, mirror, chairs, sound system, TV. She washed the makeup she wore off, which didn't take too long, and changed into her pajamas.

One of the flight attendants came by.

"Your mail." They said, handing it to her. She nodded absently and took it from them, smiling. She looked through it. There were letters from her mother and father, her best friend Marc, who she had met on a job in Italy, and a few of her friends from back home. And then one other. The selection form. She looked at it for a second before deciding to grab a pen to fill it out.

Name:Riley Kramer

Age:18

Caste:3

Province:Honduragua

Occupation:Diplomat

Skills:Negotiating, Holding breath for up to two minutes, Latin dancing, melted crayon artwork

Languages Spoken:English, with phrases from many languages

Eye color:Blue-hazel

Hair color:Pink-Purple Ombre

Height:5'5

Weight:120

It went on, and finally she finished. Why not enter? It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, so may as well take the chance and see if she could get in.

She went over to a chair as she heard the automated speaker telling everyone on board to prepare for takeoff and buckle their seatbelt. She could stay in the bed, but she loved takeoff and the feeling of being pressed into a chair, so she moved to one.

The plane took off, flying back to Illea. She tried, but she couldn't get it out of her mind. What if she was Selected?

Next chapter won't be an intro, but I still need more girls. Thanks to my reviewers!

I'm sorry. I'm awful. I haven't updated in so long. My teachers are trying to kill us with homework before break, if my cough doesn't do it first.

SwanQueen-I know right? They kill your feet. Thanks!

Parisismydream-Whoa! You play a lot!

Lorelai Sofia Petrova-Thanks!

4love4love-There'll be more about Grace's history explaining it later. It wasn't racist, don't worry. Everyone pictures characters differently, even if that's not how they're described. Yeah, it was a coincidence the first two were ballerinas. And please don't kill me. I like being alive.

RQOTD: What sports do you play?

I play lacrosse, I ski, I sail, I swim, I do flying trapeze and aerial, I play hockey, and I play volleyball.