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Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

“What. The. Fuck?” was all I had to say when Dominic’s voice announced that Annelise was the new Queen on the screen. Poor Izzy and Vad, they were robbed. At least if either of them were picked, the kingdom would been in good hands, but now? Annelise barely ever said anything. I can’t trust a Queen who I never knew. Aly, who had his arm lazily slung around me, sat up at the profanity. “I don’t think I’ve heard you swear before.” I pointed frantically at the screen. “HE’S AN IDIOT FOR NOT PICKING VAD OR IZZY!” I stood up abruptly, remembering the two girls and made my way to the phone. I waited as the phone rang. She finally picked up on the third ring.

“Izzy? Is that you??” I had to make sure, the last time I called Cia I had dialled the wrong number. “Yes it’s me. Cal! You won’t believe this, Dom made his final decision.” “Yeah I saw, and Aly called me out for swearing, what a wuss! Are you okay? I want to beat his royal ass.” Sympathy rung clear in my tone. She laughed before responding, I liked cheering her up even momentarily.

“It’s good to hear you and Aly are still close.” She sighs, resigned. “Yes I’m fine I guess. I should have seen this coming.” “Oh! I didn’t tell you. I’m so sorry, you were all so busy with the Selection. I should have called. I’m studying in Angeles Uni now! And I’ve just moved in with Aly recently. I thought either you or Vad would be a shoo in for Queen.”

“Oh my god Cal! You moved in with him! That’s amazing!” I smiled, knowing news about Aly and I would make her happy. She has always been his number one fan along with Cia. “It’s not that amazing, we aren’t getting married or anything. It was convenient since the dorm room fees were going up. But yeah it’s been fun living with him. So what are you going to do now?”

“You will get married in the future! I tell you that. I don’t know what to do, I’m still in Angeles right now.” I rolled my eyes at the marriage remark. I widened my eyes when she mentioned still being in Angeles. Now, I had to visit her.

“Maybe I don’t want to get married.” I said in a cheeky manner before revealing my excitement with her still in town. “YOU’RE STILL HERE? I’M COMING OVER, which hotel are you at?”

“It’s called The Xhibition.” Her laughter was like having endorphins pumped into your brain, you could be at your absolute worse, yet Izzy’s laughter can cure it. “I know where that is! I’ll be right over, stay put Faulker, your human care package is coming over.” I turned away from the receiver to yell at Aly, “ALY I’M GOING OUT TO MEET IZZY!” “I’m right here, darling.” He said from the couch. I forgot he was by my side moments ago. I smiled cheekily before kissing him on the cheek. I then went to get ready and made my way to her hotel.

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Within 20 minutes, I was in her room, raving about the treatment I received. “Izzy, they knew me as a Selected and let me right up. It’s amazing.” “All the benefits of being a former Selected.” She chuckled while I smirked lazily. “Being a Ledger never had these perks.” I navigated her bed, sat on t and patted the spot next to me. When the bed dipped with her weight, I turned to her seriously, “Now, are you really okay?”

“To be honest, he did break my heart and I was hurt. But someone really nice helped me to sort my feelings and emotions out and now I’m okay.” “Awww, come here you.” I hug her tightly, “He doesn’t deserve you, an absolute sweetheart. You should take all the time you need to feel better but may I ask who helped you with your emotions? Debs?” I had my suspicions that it wasn’t Deb but I didn’t want to assume otherwise.

“No, not Debbie.” She smiles nonchalantly. “Just some guard.” Her voice lightened up when talking about the guard. I giggled, because it reminded me of me when I first took a liking to Aly. “I know I shouldn’t be encouraging this because you do need time to heal, but he doesn’t sound like some guard to me.” “Aw Cal, I’ll be fine and he’s my friend so we will see. You go focus on you and Aly, and keep me updated.” She made it sound like goodbye and I teasingly narrowed my eyes at her. “Isabella Melisende Faulkner, are you kicking me out?” “No, no! You’re more than welcome to stay.” I could tell she was smiling kindly. Then we hear a crash, I turn to see a figure sprawled onto the floor. “Cal, you should meet someone…” She says shyly. I quickly connect the dots and follow the man’s silhouette as he gets up from the door. I clicked my tongue at him at my revelation. “Ah, so you’re the reason Izzy is kicking me out.” I have never heard anyone whip their head towards me as fast as Izzy did when I made that faux accusation.

“No no, I’m not kicking you out. Thomas was just leaving.” She turns back to Thomas and I assume she was gesturing to him to leave. I tittered at the gesture before assuring her. “Iz, I was teasing. You deserve to be happy, like how you and the girls helped me with Aly, I’ll leave you two be.” I looked over at Thomas’s blurry silhouette, “Hurt her and I will kill you. Just because I’m blind doesn’t make me less of a threat.” I give him my sickly sweet smile.

“Bye now, promise you’ll visit Aly and I soon, I’ll text you our address.” I turned to smile at Iz normally and hug her tightly. “Cal you’re crazy! And yes I promise I will visit you!” “That’s why you love me.” I winked at her. I passed her, her care package and said my final goodbyes and left. One girl done, one more to go.

*** I was worried about Vad. Izzy liked Dom but I’m sure Vad was in love with him. I mentally prepared myself to tread carefully with her as I waited for her to pick up my call.

“Hey Vad, is that you? I’m really sorry I’ve only now used your number. I just heard the news and honestly, What the fuck.” It was incredibly liberating to swear. I remember the girl from Bonita who first entered The Selection; so innocent and naive. Primp and proper, God, how was I ever that girl?

“Hello to you too, Cal!” “Are you doing okay? I know how much you liked him.” “Don’t worry about me. Sure, my feelings got hurt, but hey, that’s just how things like the Selection work.” She sounded incredibly dejected. I felt awful, I wish I could ease her pain. “I’d like to very much beat up his royal ass.” I tried to lighten the mood. “Don’t bother, I’ll move on someday.” “Well who says we can’t start the process now? I just ended my visit with Izzy, are you still in Angeles?” This girl needed cheering up and I planned to act as her Fairy Godmother of Moving On for the day. “Yes! I still am! I’m at the Hotel Gautier!”

“I’ll grab a cab over, I’m not sure that is. Stay put, Leventhorpe and be ready to be pampered.” I giggled and she laughed along before responding, “Well, Ledger! Get ready for one of the craziest days of your life too.” She was truly an amazing girl, my only regret now was not spending enough time with her during the Selection. 20 minutes later, I was in her room, repeating my raving to Vad. “I still cannot get over the perks of being a former Selected, they recognised me instantly and gave me your room key!” She came closer and opened her arms to me. “Well, you’re definitely one of the more unique girls! It’s so nice to see you!”

“Aww you are too. It’s great seeing you. Again I apologise for not contacting you since I left, it’s been crazy and I can tell you all about that later but first, I brought you something!” I hand over the care package. While Izzy’s was filled with muffins and lovely smelling soaps and other items of soft pampering, I got Vad some hard hitting stuff. It reflected their personalities and also it was a scale of how much moving on they had to do. “It’s everything you need to get over that ass.” “Is it Vodka? I’m kidding, you’re too sweet for giving me this!” I was right to get her alcohol. “More like Vadka,” I giggled before listing the other items in the package, “and ice cream, facial masks and trashy magazines. This is the royal treatment you deserve.” “Aweeee, thank you so much!! Now, I want to hear about what you’ve been up to since you’ve left!” We moved to her bed for a good ole catching up session.

I breathed in deeply before delving into the shit show that was my love story with Aly. She listened intently, providing encouraging comments when appropriate. She congratulated me on being accepted into Angeles Uni and told me that Aly sounds sweet. Honestly, where was I when this girl was in the Palace? She was a saint and Dominic was an idiot for letting her go. “I’d love to meet this “Aly” sometime! But wow, what are you studying? Engineering?” “He’s working today unfortunately. Yep engineering is my major and I’m minoring in Creative Writing, my brother actually shares the same class it was a huge surprise.” I remembered Eurus almost picking a fight with Aly and shook my head, shaking away the memory. “Well, maybe I could meet Aly the next time I visit Angeles. It’s great to hear that you’re here with family too!” “'Visit’? This isn’t permanent?” I could hear my own voice drop with disappointment.

“I’m going back to college in Hudson this January, actually.” She turned her head away, probably to hide tears, I don’t know why I can’t see them. “And, I’ll be visiting my sisters in Europe for the next three months. I feel like it’s good to lay low for the next few months.” “Aww no here I thought I could call you up if Aly and I decide to elope. I giggled to lighten the mood. “Laying low would probably be best, I’m going to miss you.”

“I just need to stay away from anything about the Selection, but if you do need a wedding planner, you could always call me! I’ll be happy to flyback for you.” “Awww thank you! But Aly and I are taking it slow but I’ll hit you up if I ever come to Europe in the next few months.” We hugged it out and as I pulled away, I smirked at her. “So craziest day of my life huh? I feel like we’re just gonna drink and watch stupid movies.” “Well, I was thinking of shopping, drinking, and stupid movies… so you’re 67% right.” She laughed, she really as obsessed with her stats. While Izzy’s laugh was endorphins, Vad’s was like Christmas bells. Sometimes, it was comforting to just be able to listen rather than see. “Oh no, shopping…I’ll be honest I’ve never been much of a shopper.” My tone was sheepish. “You’re with me! Shopping is one of my favorite past times!” Why wasn’t I surprised? “How do you handle all the walking?” I chuckled. “Very comfortable shoes.” She laughs.

We spent the rest of the day playing drinking games, - the amount of scandalous things I found out about her - watching Disney movies because those are the best and we ended the day with shopping. I was extremely exhausted but Vad had picked amazing outfits for me, well according to her. I could only see so much but I’ll admit the colours were fabulous. I practically collapsed by the time I reached home. As always, Aly was there to catch me. “Promise me, you’ll do all future shopping. It is extremely exhausting.” He could only laugh at that as he pulled me into a comforting hug. It felt nice to be in his arms and not dying under the weight of shopping bags. Vad held onto 20 bags effortlessly, it was astonishing. “Come on, let’s get you to bed, sleepyhead.” He lifted me bridal style and walked towards our bedroom. “Thank you, Wakeyhead. I love you.” “Wakeyhead? That’s new. I love you too.” I was fast asleep in his arms before we even reached the bed.

#calista

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Challenge 6 (I guess)

[Quick little fic about Isabella’s reaction to losing and a little recap of her final date with Dom. Everything in italics are the memories of the date. Enjoy!]

As soon as I see Dom standing at my door, I can tell this is not going to be good news. “I've spent a lot of time thinking about this, and I have finally come to a decision. I'm sorry to say that I am not choosing you to be my wife... I have chosen Annelise. I just thought you should know before I announce it to everyone else.”

For a few seconds, I’m lost for words. I feel two sorts of emotions run through my body. On one hand, happiness that Annelise and Dom have found each other. But on the other hand, my heart is breaking. I bite on my bottom lip to prevent myself from crying. I nod my head as a sign that I understand his decision, even though I don’t. We say goodbyes and I wish him good luck with the rest of his life. I probably won’t ever see him again.

I quickly close the door behind me and dive into my bed. This is the last time I will be in this room. I have to start packing my stuff but I just can’t bring myself to it right now. I curl myself up under the blankets. I can feel my pillow becoming wet from my tears. What should I have done differently? Did I miss any signs that he didn’t like me like that? I think back to our date, I thought things went well. But maybe I missed something.

“So how have you been feeling about the Selection?” Dom asks. “Oh it has been wonderful,” I smile at the many good memories I have made the past few months. “I have met amazing people and I have learned so much. I’m so grateful for still being here, thank you!”

“And what do you think… specifically… about still being here?” I didn’t expect that question. I would have loved to look him in the eye, or even to face him, but he is driving the car so that is quite impossible. “I never thought I would make it this far,” I chuckle, “and you’re pretty cool to hang out with, so I think it’s great that I’m still here.” “Good. I’m glad.” Is the reply I get, the man of short answers.

“So how about you? How do you feel about this whole thing coming to an end?” I ask, trying to shift the conversation back to Dom. “Pretty relieved, to be honest. It’s been more work than I thought it would be.” I nod my head, “I can imagine. From what I have seen, you have done a great job so far.” “Thanks.”

I look out of the window. For one to see the beauty Angeles has to offer. But also because of the question I’m about to ask. “Be honest, does spending time with me feel like work?””No…” For goodness sake, this date hasn’t even really started and I’m already ruining things. “Sorry for asking, I didn’t mean to kill the vibe. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. It’s a fair question. What about you? Is this like work for you or do you… have feelings for me?” Dom’s question catches me off guard. I blush and stumble over my words. “I… Umm… It doesn’t feel like work at all. Let’s just say that I really like spending time with you.” Dom smiles at my response.

Perhaps I should have confessed my undying love for him right there and then. But I’m not stupid, I’m not going to pull my heart out for him to just throw it in the trash can. But maybe he didn’t know I liked, perhaps even loved, him. Perhaps I didn’t make it clear enough. And that’s why I lost.

“Hey, remember the last time we were eating together you took off your shirt.” I smile at the memory. That happened so long ago, on our first date. “I’m not taking my shirt off in front of all these people.” He sounds so serious, didn’t he realize that I was only kidding. I try to laugh it away, “Don’t worry, I was not suggesting that! I was only thinking back of what happened the past months and that memory came up.” Dom still has the serious look on his face, “Okay.”

My smile fades and with a muffled voice I say, “I’m doing really great with killing the vibe tonight. Forget I brought it up, I’m sorry.” Even though Dom responded with “No, it’s fine.” it didn’t feel like it was fine.

Maybe I should have realized that if someone who doesn’t share my sense of humor is not worth it. Or I should have kept my mouth shut so the whole conversation wouldn’t have happened in the first place.

“Okay cool, well that’s my door.” I say as I spot my door. This hallway used to be crowded with girls. Now it’s just me left. “Alright. Good night.” I reach my door, “Thanks for walking me to my room. Good night to you too.” Dom nods and turns to leave. “Hey Dom, wait!” I say before I hurry over to him. I quickly plant a kiss on his cheek. Dom smiles softly, “Okay, now good night?” I smile, “Yes, now good night!” To which Dom leaves.

Perhaps I should have kissed him on his mouth instead of on his cheek. And why on earth did I not realize that he didn’t really respond to my kiss. He only smiled softly and then left. I was just too blind to see the clues spread out right in front of me.

I could have seen this coming.

I should have seen this coming.

A knock on my door disturbs my thoughts. I quickly brush away my tears. Perhaps it’s Dom, coming back to tell me he made a terrible mistake.

But when I open the door I see a guard standing there. It’s Officer Gray, better known as the guard who danced with me at the welcome ball and the guard who helped me to find Dom’s room on the day of our first date. “Lady Isabella, I’m here to make sure you are packing… Have you been crying?”

I clear my throat, “Yes, I’ll start packing my stuff.” I turn around, he can’t see me cry. I’m trying to get my breathing steady when I feel two arms wrapping around me. It’s a really nice and warm hug, it’s everything I needed. All my emotions come flying out. I’m trying to hold myself together, but I fail miserably. The guard won’t let me go and I don’t do anything to end this hug. So we end up standing there for at least 5 minutes.

When he finally releases me from the hug, I can finally turn around to face him. His face looks sad but also angry. “Are you alright?” I ask him. “Why are you asking me? I should be asking you that question.”

I sigh and swallow back my tears, “I’m fine.” Officer Gray looks at me and raises one eyebrow, “Isabella, I can see you’re not fine. Please, talk to me.” And I cry again, but I do manage to tell him everything. From the final date to me losing this Selection.

“God. This jerk really hurt you.” Officer Gray wraps an arm around me. I shrug and try to smile. “Shall I go beat him up?”

“What? No! Why?” I turn my head towards him, my face pulled into one big question mark. “Because he hurt you. And you don’t deserve that.”

“You would lose your job and be thrown in prison!” I can see that he is thinking over his plan. “Please, Officer Gray,” I start, “I’ll be fine, I promise.” I meet his eyes. “Please call me Thomas, not Officer Gray.” I smile and nod, “Okay I promise. But then you will have to promise me not to do anything stupid like beating up Dom.” Thomas asks with raised eyebrows, “Pinky promise?” I chuckle, finally someone who understand me. And right here in this room, which I will never see again, we promise that I will call him Thomas and that he will leave Dom alone.

I put my head on his upper arm. It would have been his shoulder but he is too tall. “Thanks for everything.” I look him in the eye to which he wraps his other arm around me. And we’re hugging again. I wish we could stay like this forever, but I have to pack my stuff and leave.

“What are you going to do now?” Thomas asks me as he helps me packing. “I’m not sure.” I shrug as I find the pajamas I wore to Debbie’s birthday sleepover/karaoke party. Thomas had helped me to find a karaoke machine.

Why did I never really see him?

“Stay.” I look up, “What?” “Stay in Angeles, I mean. There are a lot of hotels.”

I look him in the eye again, “Would you come visit me then?” He nods his head.

“Pinky promise?” “Pinky promise.”

[More to come soon hehe]

#isabella faulkner #selectionoc #challenge 6 ish #thomas gray

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do you miss cia and deb?

Yes I miss them so much! The palace feels more empty without them here. But I'm sure we will stay in touch! They're both not going to get rid of me that easily

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@isabella

#evadne #bitch squad #❤❤❤

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Final Challenge| One Last Date

The final challenge of this Selection will be one more date with me. We can do whatever you want, or we can decide on something together. This is a mandatory rp, but posting a fic is only highly recommended. It’s probably best to post a fic so other people know what happened, but I personally don’t care if you post a fic or not.

After all the rp’s are finished, I will rp a short “you won” thing with whoever I choose as the next queen, and then I will make the official announcement. Therefore, if all the rp’s are finished tomorrow, the winner will be posted tomorrow. If you have not rp’d with me by Monday, Sept. 18, you will forfeit your spot and be disqualified, no matter my/Dom’s opinions of you.

Also, please vote about any possible future Illea Weekly’s or The Reports.

#challenge 6 #final challenge #selectionoc

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Challenge 5 Results

The girls eliminated after the recent challenge are:

Eliminated:

Aricia East

Devon Muerner

Jyn Song

Debbie Varker

Which means the final four girls of the Selection are:

Final Four:

Annelise Newstone

Evadne Leventhorpe

Isabella Faulkner

Berklee Boyer

The final challenge of the Selection will be announced shortly.

#((can I say I'm a little bit in shock that I actually made it this far))#challenge 5 #results #selectionoc

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Who do you think will win this selection and who would you want to win?

Vad would make an amazing and responsible Queen! But at the same time I want my friends to win, Debbie and Aricia because I want them both to be happy. However I think Vad would win this whole thing! My bet is on Vad ;)

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@annelise-newstone @ariciaeast @berklee-boyer @devonmuerner @evadne-leventhorpe @isabellafaulkner @jynsongxvii

#so prettyyyyy #debbie

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Service Project

[I’m not sure if this is how we are supposed to do this, but I couldn’t think of any other way to do this thing. Anyway I really liked this challenge, I’m sorry it’s this short but I just don’t have any time to write more words! Oh and it’s called the Dusty Foundation because of the dog in the animal shelter back in Bankston I don’t know if someone remembers this haha it’s in practice challenge 2!]

The Dusty Foundation

By Isabella Faulkner

Concerning: Integration of the Illéan society

From personal experience, I can tell that the caste system forms a problem in Illéa. I have had to deal with judgements and prejudices of others almost my entire life. However this problem doesn’t only apply on me. Other castes have the same problem. For example if you see an Eight walking in the streets, what are your initial thoughts? I bet it’s not: Oh what a lovely person, I want to be friends with him. My apologies if you are one of the few people who do have these friendly thoughts, my intentions are not meant to hurt someone’s feelings. On top of that, scientific research shows that most Illéan citizens don’t have friends outside of their own caste. It has also been shown that at least 60% of the people participating don’t interact with people from other castes if they don’t gain anything from it. I do realize that it is very difficult to change someone’s way of thinking when they have spent their entire life living the way they live. That is why we should start with children. Children do not have these prejudices yet, or at least they are not fully developed. Their parents have a big influence on the way they think and behave. So someone’s perspective on other castes is majorly determined by the beliefs of their parents or other family members. Like I have stated before children don’t have these prejudices yet. Why can’t a Two kid be friends with an Eight kid? It is because they don’t really get the chance to meet people outside of their castes. Whether it’s because their parents do not want this to happen, or because they simply don’t get the chance to see and therefore meet each other. The Dusty Foundation is about hosting special days and events like photo shoots, animal feeding and cuddling, talent shows, sports events and so on. These events will be made accessible for children from all castes. In this way everyone can have a day filled with fun things and get the chance to meet children from other castes. These special days will take away the parental restrictions of interacting with other castes and it will offer chances to meet new people. A Two kid can become friends with an Eight kid. Hopefully the children will stay in touch with each other as they grow up. The Dusty Foundation would help them with this by hosting events for older age groups in the future. Hopefully the Foundation would serve as the foundation of new found friendships and eventually help to make the Illéan society better integrated!

#challenge 5 #isabella faulkner #selectionoc

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