Alright, so here's this chapter.
I've asked this before, but nobody really responded, should I do Emmaline's POV?
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Thanks to Alia Sharma, HestiaAbnegation11, and Dolphinsplash12 for being amazing amazing reviewers!
Riley's POV
Riley almost couldn't believe the pace at which the Selection was progressing.
All the girls save Imogen and Anaya had been taken on dates, and Anaya was out on a date, and Imogen was going later in the day. Grace had gone on two dates, much to the envy of many of the girls. Marie and Julie had both been eliminated after their dates, and so on top of Lilly and Andromeda, as well as the first round of group eliminations, there was now only twenty-two girls left. Earlier in the week, Sylvia had announced that on the Report on Friday, all of the girls would be interviewed by Gavril, which given it was only a day away, was both exhilarating and completely nerve-wracking.
She watched as the door opened, and Anaya walked in. A couple girls went over to her, eager to hear what she had to say, but for the most parts, almost all the girls had gone on dates, and none were particularly interested in other girls first dates.
She went to sit on a couch, tired. She was friends with most of the girls, which was nice. There were some girls who she was better friends with, but being able to talk with anyone was nice, but tiring sometimes.
Noah's POV
Noah sighed. He'd finished taking all the girls but Imogen on dates, and he was exhausted. On top of the Selection, he still had other stuff to do, though his dad had taken mercy on him, remembering his own Selection, and gotten him a much reduced workload. He went to his room, flopping on the massive bed. Then he decided to go to the music room. He hadn't been since before the Selection started, and he was missing the piano. His mom had taught all of her kids how to play an instrument or instruments, and the palace had a beautiful collection of instruments. He walked towards the music room, a slight sound of music intensifying as he got closer. He assumed his mom, pushed open the door, and was surprised to find Emmaline practicing her cello.
"I though you weren't supposed to practice." Was the first thing to tumble out of his mouth. She scowled at him, continuing playing.
"No, apparently now it's supposed to strengthen the small muscles in my fingers and forearms or something. Doc changed his mind again." She said. Noah laughed as he watched her sparkly blue and white fingers move up and down the cello. He went to the piano room-two rooms with two pianos each, and played for a while before becoming restless. He stood back up, and went out to the main area where Emmaline was still practicing, pacing. She sighed.
"Again?" She asked annoyedly. He shrugged.
"I have another date later." He said. She nodded.
"I don't know who to eliminate! What if it's someone I would have liked! It's too hard!" He said. She sighed.
"Well, for now it isn't. Just get rid of the girls you don't like. Like Lucinda. She's a bitch." She said, stating it matter of factly after laying her cello on its side.
"First, how do you know that, and second, she has a lot of influence." He said, earning another eye roll like he was the stupidest person on the planet.
"First, I have ears, and the maids talk. Second, take it from me that sometimes you just need to do something." She said, fixing him with one of her icy stares she'd perfected against the advisors.
"They told me not to eliminate her." He said. She bit her lip. She knew by they that he meant the advisors.
"It's your Selection though! I thought that they changed it so it's your choice!" She exclaimed, indignant.
"They made it so that it's better, but it's still not entirely me. They're still pulling some of the strings." He said, sighing.
"Well when can you eliminate her?" She asked. He shrugged.
"I'll probably have to keep her into the Elite." He said. Her eyes bugged out.
"The ELITE!" She cried, astonished.
"She'll be one of the advisor picks. I get eight picks, they get two. Mom and dad can't choose any, but they can tell me who they like if I ask because I'm not sure." He said, still pacing around the room.
"You only get eighty percent of the picks?" She said.
"Dad only got one, which was mom. The rest were by the advisors or his dad." He said. She gave him a disdainful look.
"Just because it's better than dad got does not excuse it. If you're going to stand by, go ahead, but you should be fighting it." She said. She stood to exit the room, her exit slowed by the crutches and the door, which she looked at frustrated. Noah opened it for her, and she went out.
Okay, so here's another chapter! It's a bit short, but I hope you enjoy anyways!
Alia Sharma-Thanks! My profile has those who are left and eliminated on it.
Dolphinsplash12-History is fun, unless you have a bad teacher (which I had last year. I like history, and it was awful.) I should probably do something like a playlist, but I don't.
HestiaAbnegation11-Dr. Pepper-*shudders* well, it could be Coke I guess. I don't really like soda.
RQOTD-Do you have a fear of either snakes or spiders, both, or neither?
Only spiders. I hate them. It's irrational, I know. I love snakes though.