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jynsongxvii-blog · 7 years

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oc & ooc + spreading love

i feel like this selections has been pretty stressful for a lot of us, so maybe this will help! I tried to at least find something to say about all of you even if i don’t know you or your ocs that much... i’ve been busy and haven’t been able to keep up with all, but i tried!

~bye★ﾟ':*.::'ﾟ☆｡ ↬ is for the girls [possibly] leaving soon for their own health. we will miss you even if we didn’t know you well! sending all the hugs.

ღ Theia Nina Huntley ↠ i wanna read your fics, they look promising! i’m sorry i haven’t had time, but i still think you’re nice. wish we could see more of you on the gc ღ Melody Aurelia Nolan ↠ great separation of oc rudeness and ooc friendlyness. from what i’ve seen, also open to talk out ideas for plot-lines with others! has given thought to her backstory. ღ Annette Victoria Rose Martel ↠ have you seen her fc? gorgeous. also crazy but beautiful pasta queen we all love. supportive, funny and GR92894839282. amazing fics cause she’s poetic af (i will fight you on this Net). ღ Emmalyn Atwood ↠ cutest bean. super sweet in & out of character. oc family is also cute. conclusion is emmalyn = cute. ღ Isabella Faulkner ↠ pretty reblogs of dresses, space and nature. i’ve been told you’re super nice and sweet ooc! ღ Charlotte Elara Bane ↠ i’m also in love with her fc. adorable fics. cute oc that just wants to know the world. whoop whoop bts is rocking. adorable bean. (char-low ajshdfjgkhl i get it right sometimes) ღ Calista Persephone Ledger ↠ sweetest bean. spreads all the love too. so positive. has a disabled oc which no one has done before! newsletters are cute and pretty. ღ Aiko Rosette Ellis ↠ fc is so cute. pretty edits. aesthetic blog. nice ooc too. ღ Seraphine Regina Chamberlaine ↠ fc is so pretty. we didn’t get to see much of you but still. watch out with that poison of yours ;) ~bye★ﾟ':*.::'ﾟ☆｡ ღ Nina Ivanenko ↠ crazy bean. always nice ooc. pretty edits. aesthetic blog MOUSE SPARKLES WHEN I MOVE ASDFGHJKL. (i will always be your hot taquito) ~bye★ﾟ':*.::'ﾟ☆｡ ღ Ruby Stones ↠ do i even have to mention how asdfghjk your fc looks? so much effort into your fics! i love your descriptions that make everything sound so pretty. just wow. also pretty edits.

ღ Jyn Song ↠ me. the basic hoe. fc is amazing because arden cho. i’m okayish. but i’m nice ooc i think. tries to love everyone. what is anon hate, leave me. i like being aesthetic too much because i have issues. too stubborn to drop out. ღ Madalena Cruz ↠ fun while it lasted. pretty fc. best 2nd practice challenge tbh. 42/10 for sure. go back to being a power ranger now. sending love, Alex. ~bye★ﾟ':*.::'ﾟ☆｡ ღ Stacey Marie Barret ↠ always nice ooc in the gc the few times i’ve seen you there! ღ Cameron Muirgen Nicholls ↠ nice bean. i wanna hug your oc. your oc’s family is also so nice. except her mom. we don’t talk about her. really liked your first fic i read. real good. don’t drop out just yet!! ღ Margarita Camilla Acosta-Cruz ↠ friendly! active with edits that have nice quotes. fc’s eyebrows on point. ~bye★ﾟ':*.::'ﾟ☆｡ ღ Evadne Regine Leventhorpe ↠ you seem so nice ooc i swear i wanna be friends. i will give your oc all the HONOR. can’t wait to catch up with your fics once i’m done with tests. so much effort into your fics too! all the edits! just your commitment. ღ Madelyn Jean Knight ↠ friendly & nice as oc and ooc. also commitment and so active! your fc looks so cute. ღ Finley Reagan Gansey ↠ i’ve noticed a lot of girls think you’re friendly so hurray for friendly-ness! nice fc too. ღ Aricia East ↠ you’re laughing all the time in your posts/reblogs! so enthusiastic. also, always nice & friendly, be it as oc or ooc. ღ Maria Fernanda Rivera ↠ haven’t seen much of you, but you seem really nice and approachable both in & out of character. your oc’s background is interesting! ღ Fiona Aliya Rossi ↠ probably one of the sweetest oc. lots of commitment. i know you’ve planned out your character a lot too! blog theme is so pink and fluffy i love it THE MOUSE ALSO THROWS BUBBLES WHEN I MOVE AJSDJG ღ Katherine Geraldine Dempsey ↠ the cat to my gin. pretty edits. very active! super nice and friendly ooc. funny in & out of character. love her writing style too. good at trying to keep oc rudeness away from ooc! ღ Deborah Varker ↠ sweet and enthusiastic in & out of character. cute blog. very active and approachable! super nice in general. ღ Annelise Catherina Newstone ↠ don’t see much of you, but i’m sure you’re nice ooc ;) ღ Berklee Boyer ↠ so, so, so nice. it’s actually surprising how nice. sweet as honey. like bees. very active. super friendly. funny and adorable in & out of character. amazing all around. shares love with everyone. ღ Devon Lea Muerner ↠ fc is so pretty and cute. nice ooc. haven’t seen much of her lately but hopefully we will again!

ღ Même Tanneur Antoineen ↠ pfft, must i mention the fc? amazing. i love your ostriches and their language! thanks for all the jokes and nicknames. you always hoped to bring some levity to this selection and i think we all appreciate you for that. ~bye★ﾟ':*.::'ﾟ☆｡ ღ Ingrid Liljedahl ↠ sweet / friendly in & out of character, even if i didn’t get to know you well. (thanks for giving jyn that present. she loved it) ~bye★ﾟ':*.::'ﾟ☆｡ ღ Olivia Christina Palacio ↠ pretty edits from what i could see once! friendly with everyone both as oc and ooc. ~bye★ﾟ':*.::'ﾟ☆｡

ღ also some girls that left before they got to be really active:

~Felicity Jessica Broussard ~Giselle Clara Langford ~Crystal Tomlinson ~Thea Philippa Silver

ღ And also Alex ↠ for being so organized and active with all of the princes and royals! and rping with a lot of people now and in the future. ღ that goes for you too Livi ↠ aka Alina. you were the first prince we got after all! glad to see you still involved :)

@domschreave @alinaschreave @theiahuntley @melodynolan @annette-martel @emmalynatwood @isabellafaulkner @charlotte-bane @calistapledger @aikoellis @sera-chamberlaine @ninaivanenko @ruby-stones @cameronnicholls @margarita-acosta-cruz @evadne-leventhorpe @madelynknightoftheselection @finleygansey @ariciaeast @marifer-rivera @lady-fiona-rossi @ladykatdempsey @debbieker @annelise-newstone @berklee-boyer @devonmuerner @meme-antoineen @ingrid-liljedahl @oliviapalacio @stacey-bar

#ooc #i'm sorry if some are short but i tried!#hugs for all of you #keep having fun!#we'll miss all of the ones dropping out <3 #with all the girls

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finleygansey-blog · 7 years

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EXPOSING ILLÉA SHIPS//A MASTERPOST

I’ll @ everyone once they’re listed lol//I’ll add as @exposingillea posts more of these

@domschreave: • misery and loneliness #domery • @melodynolan #melodom

@alinaschreave: • @finleygansey #finlina

@debbieker: • @isabellafaulkner #debbaella

•@ladykatdempsey #kebbie

@evadne-leventhorpe: • nuts #evadnuts

@ariciaeast: • @calistapledger #caricia • @jynsongxvii #jynicia

@calistapledger: • @ariciaeast #caricia

@finleygansey: • @jynsongxvii #finjyn • @alinaschreave #finlina • @devonmuerner #devley

@lady-fiona-rossi: • flowers #fliona

@princepercyschreave: • @charlotte-bane #charcy

@princeevanschreave: • no one (sorry my guy)

@melodynolan: • @domschreave #melodom

@ladykatdempsey: • @cameronnicholls #katmeron • @ruby-stones #rat

•@debbieker #kebbie

@berklee-boyer: • @charlotte-bane #charlee

@jynsongxvii: • @finleygansey #finjyn • @ariciaeast #jynicia

@annette-martel: • pasta #pastette

@devonmuerner: • @finleygansey #devley

@ruby-stones: • @ladykatdempsey #rat

#//ships masterpost #//exposing illéa #//the selected

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exposingillea-blog · 7 years

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Okay fine ;) what's your top 5 who you want to win? And what's your top 5 who you think will win?

Who I want to win? It depends. Is winning a prize? If it is, then @jynsongxvii @finleygansey @devonmuerner @berklee-boyer and @ariciaeast . However ai don't really see winning as a prize, so I actually wouldn't want them to win. Be stuck with dom? No thanks. Anyway who I think will actually win is either Mel, @evadne-leventhorpe , @isabellafaulkner , and @debbieker

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selection4-admins · 7 years

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@evadne-leventhorpe

#bts news #bts twitter

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calistapledger · 7 years

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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. *** 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 P Ledger #Girls Just Wanna Have Fun #selectionoc #fic #Calystair #Evadne Leventhorpe #Isabella Faulkner #Vad and Izzy

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ariciaeast-blog · 7 years

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top 6 girls to be queen? By the way i love you so much! 💗

Aww, thanks Anon, I love you too!!💕*ok so this is in no particular order*

@annette-martel because pasta queen = the best queen! And im totally counting on you to implement national pasta amd breadsticks and wine day ;)

@evadne-leventhorpe because HONOUR!!! but aside from that, shes super nice and confident and would be a wonderful queen!

@calistapledger because shes been a wonderful friend to me in this selection, and she exemplifies all the traits of being queen!

@isabellafaulkner because shes super nixe, brave, and very queenly!! also, i know that she will truly appreciate the library ahah 😂

@ruby-stones because I have the faith in you that you will be a wonderful queen!!

@berklee-boyer because beavers ;) and also shes really nice and would make a fabulous queen! And also shes super nice and funny and she will probably keep the palace fun and have everything under control at the same time!

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emmalynatwood-blog · 7 years

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practice challenge 2

a/n: ladies mentioned: @finleygansey @evadne-leventhorpe @cameronnicholls @ariciaeast @lady-fiona-rossi @debbieker @berklee-boyer @charlotte-bane @sera-chamberlaine

and thank you for the rp’s!! @jynsongxvii @madelynknightoftheselection

Lady Emmalyn Atwood, Selected.

That was a phrase I was going to have to get used to. Especially now that not only was I going to Angeles to be in Prince Dominic’s Selection, but when I was sent home, I would be a Three.

A Three.

Not that any of our caste numbers mattered in the end, but what I could provide for my family… It did matter. It mattered for a Five family who could barely afford to buy food or clothes. I was thinking about this as I was packing the night before I left, not that there was much to pack anyway. Some pictures, two of my cameras, a few of my favorite books, and a change of clothes just in case.

“All packed and ready?” my mother asked, walking into my room. She sat down on my bed and gave me a small, sad smile. I nodded and zipped up my bag before joining her.

“As ready as I'll ever be," I said, letting out a sigh. She peered at me and raised an eyebrow.

"I thought you'd be more.. excited," she noted with a smile. I laughed, fiddling with the zipper on my bag.

"I am mom, really. But you know, it's just going to be so different," I admitted. She nodded in understanding, her brown eyes thoughtful.

“Emmalyn, you always did adapt to change well, so I know you will be okay in the end, even if we are Fives. But I worry because.. are you doing this for us? Or for yourself?” she asked. I hesitated before answering.

“At first, I thought it was just to help the family. And it still is mostly, but now, I really want to do this for myself. This experience will be an amazing one, for however long it lasts.” I looked at her directly as I spoke, hoping to convey how much I meant what I was saying.

She smiled, “Good. You always did do things your own way.” I grimaced, remembering when my name was announced on the Report about a week ago. There had been stunned silence for a few moments, before Isaiah asked what they had all been thinking. They were shocked and confused, then completely ecstatic. The ecstatic part hadn’t stopped since, especially since it seemed like all of Baffin came over to visit and congratulate their “beloved Selected.”

“Sorry about that mom, I just..” I trailed off, not sure how to describe what I did. She grasped my hand, stopping my fiddling, and gave me a reassuring smile.

“I know, Emmalyn dear, it’s all right.” I smiled gratefully and she reached over to hug me. I wrapped my arms tightly around her waist, breathing in her sweet perfume. It reminded me of simpler days, and suddenly I felt the urge to cry. We pulled back after a few moments, and she tucked a strand of my dark hair behind my ear, her eyes watery.

Suddenly we both laughed and hugged each other one more time before letting go, “Well that’s enough of that then,” she declared, standing up to leave. I joined her, and she walked to leave my room, but not before turning around to give me a last “I love you” for the night.

“I love you too, mom,” I responded as she closed my door. I flopped back down onto my bed, wondering what exactly tomorrow would bring.

“Oh, you look great Em!” Layla exclaimed, crushing me in a tight hug. Her and Jake had come over to wish my goodbye before I was taken to my sendoff. I had put on my white blouse and black pants, traditional attire for the Selected, and tucked a yellow daffodil behind my ear before meeting everyone.

I laughed and hugged her back, wishing she could come with me

“And what about me?” Jake asked as Layla and I let go of each other. I rolled my eyes before hugging him too, his strong arms squeezing me tight.

“Take care of yourself, okay?” he muttered, squeezing one more time before letting go.

I smiled, “You too, Jake.” I waved goodbye to them as my family and I piled into the car we were provided, heading off the central square of Baffin. When I exited the car after my family, screams and cheers met me from all around. People had my name on signs, my face on shirts. Everyone wanted to shake my hand or take a picture with me, it was overwhelming. I stopped to sign autographs and take pictures with as many people as I could before I was led over to a raised stage where the mayor met me. He was a short, portly man with red cheeks and thinning blonde hair. He shook my hand enthusiastically and I smiled at his good nature.

When I turned to the crowd, I could see everyone better from the raised stage. Most everyone who cheered for me was of a lower caste, no doubt seeing me as some sort of inspiration. It touched me, in a way, that these people held so much hope for a girl they didn’t even know, merely because I was a Five headed to the palace to possibly become the next queen of Illéa. Although I could see a few upper caste families I recognized, looking displeased at the sight of a Five being chosen as a Selected. I felt a twinge of unease, but quickly ignored it as the mayor gestured at me and held out a microphone. I had missed when he made my introduction, and felt my heart quicken at the thought of speaking in front of so many people.

He gestured again, his eyebrows raised, so I sucked in a breath and took the microphone from him. The crowd grew hushed, expectant for my words.

“Thank you, Baffin, for such a warm sendoff. I can’t think of a better way to leave my home, with the support of the people in it, and will think of everyone fondly as I am in Angeles,” I said, finishing with a smile. The crowd erupted into cheers and claps once more, and I felt relieved as I was led off the stage to my awaiting family before I was driven to the airport.

Little Nolan rushed to me first, tears in his eyes. I grasped him tightly, making him promise to take care of the family while I was away, promising him many letters and pictures. Next was Isaiah, and even he was a little teary eyed as we hugged each other. I would miss my twin the most, but knew Layla would take care of him. Declan, Liam, and Liam’s wife Bethany bid me goodbye, letting me cuddle the girls for a moment, one in each of their arms. Finally, I reached my mother. She held out a black book towards me, one that I had never seen before.

“This was your father’s. Take care of it, it may even do you well at the palace,” she murmured quietly. I took the book from her hands before wrapping my arms around her, feeling my emotions catch up to me as tears flowed down my cheeks. The thought of having a piece of my dad with me comforted me to no end, and I was eternally grateful for her gift to me.

“Thank you, mom. And I will, I promise,” I vowed. We pulled away and she squeezed my hand one last time before my driver opened the car door for me.

“Bye, love,” my mother said, waving to me as the door closed. I looked through the window as we drove away, stowing away the memory of my family for as long as I could, the crowd cheering and waving behind them.

Once we were far enough away from town, I sighed and leaned back into my seat.

“All right, miss?” my driver asked, green eyes peering at me curiously through the rearview mirror.

I nodded with a weary smile, “Just fine. Thank you… I’m sorry, what’s your name?”

He smiled, “Henry, miss.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Henry.” We were silent for a while longer, and I was tempted to open my father’s book, but decided to wait until the plane ride.

“Should be about another 45 minutes, miss,” Henry informed me, and I thanked him. Soon enough we arrived at the airport, come to find I was the first of the Selected to arrive. I said a final goodbye and thank you to Henry, taking my small big with me on the plane. Luckily I had made my cameras easily accessible, so I took a quick shot of the outside of the plane with my polaroid.

The interior of the plane was luxurious, not that I had any previous experience to compare it to. Plush seats and couches, magazines ready for us to read if we wanted. Someone offered me food and drink, but I politely declined, picking a window seat. Soon enough a pretty redhead came walking in without a glance towards me, taking the seat across from mine, checking her phone with a sigh.

“Everything okay? I’m Emmalyn, by the way.” She seemed nice enough, and I figured I should at least try to be friendly with some of these girls.

She laughed nervously, “Yeah, I’m fine, just a little nervous. I’m Fin, it’s nice to meet you,” she said. Finley Gansey, a Three. I had tried to remember as many of the Selected as I could, and luckily hers was one that stuck.

I smiled, “Understandable, nice to meet you too. Where are you from?”

“I’m from Labrador! How about you?”

“Baffin.”

“What’s it like there?” she cocked her head curiously.

I sighed, “Cold and snowy most of the year. And Labrador?”

She nodded, “We have pretty much the same, but summer sneaks its way in there. I live right near the lake, so in the warm months I go to the beach with my friends. Well, mostly my best friend, but I go with my other ones too.”

“Oh wow, that sounds really nice. During the summer it warms up more, but now where I want it to be.” I shrugged with a small smile.

A gorgeous brunette came walking in then, sitting in a seat across the aisle from us. I immediately recognized her as Evadne Leventhorpe, a Two. I hadn’t needed to try and recognize her, what with the scandal her father was involved in a couple of years ago.

“Hey, I’m not the last one right?” she asked.

I smiled at her reassuringly, J’ust on time.” Finley stood up with a smile, offering her hand to shake and introducing herself. I introduced myself then too. We spoke more about our professions then, Finley being a teacher and Evadne involved in an incredible charity. She was friendly and poised, an ideal Selected.

Perfect queen material.

Another redhead Selected arrived not long after, a pretty, but fierce looking girl. Her eyes were angry as she stared at us, practically daring us to even try and talk to her, a surfboard carried loosely in one of her hands. I didn’t recognize her, and was debating on whether or not to introduce myself when Finley beat me to it, holding out a hand to shake. She squinted at Finley’s hand, wary, but finally shook it, introducing herself as Cameron from Hansport. A sweet looking blonde followed her immediately after.

“Hello! I’m Aricia from Lakedon,” she said. Cameron rolled her eyes and took a seat across the aisle, laying her surfboard down next to her, Aricia taking the seat next to Finley. Both Aricia and Finley tried to talk with Cameron, but she wasn’t having it, rudely dismissing them and picking up the first magazine she saw. I raised an eyebrow at her, noting how she didn’t seem to be reading it all and simply trying to avoid talking to us, and introduced myself to Aricia. The rest of us spoke for a little while longer, Evadne mentioning a sleepover her and Berklee from Tammins were hosting in their rooms later that night. I didn’t interject much in their conversation, mostly listening, until eventually they all dozed off.

I stayed awake, looking out the window at the scenery below. They stirred briefly when the staff offered us food, only to fall back asleep once more. Deciding it was an opportune time, I opened the black book with care, wondering what could possibly be inside. I inhaled sharply at the sight of the first page. It was a picture of me at around six years old, sitting in my father’s lap on our brown couch as he read a book. I was grinning, my hair in wavy pigtails, while he looked fondly at me. I had never seen this picture before, and wanted to cry at the sight of it, but held back for fear of one of the girls waking up and seeing me. At the bottom of the page he had written a caption in his square font: Me and my sweet Emmalyn.

I quickly shut the book and stuffed into my bag, not ready to see what else could be inside, and took a deep, shaky breath. I closed my eyes, trying to keep my mind from wandering to my terrible 13th birthday, so I quickly brought out my digital camera and looked out the window, capturing images of the white clouds in the seemingly endless blue sky. With my camera in hand, I was soothed, especially with the calming scenery right outside my window. I switched to my polaroid, wanting to have a picture to easily send back home with a letter.

Eventually I dozed off, and woke up to the screeching sounds of the tires on the runway as we landed. The pilot announced our arrival in Angeles, and Aricia exclaimed excitedly. We all grabbed our luggages, and I was last off the plane as we walked down some stairs and were met with another screaming crowd. A few of us stopped to take pictures and sign autographs, myself included. I was surprised to see my name and my face on signs, not many, but still there. I approached a sweet looking little girl with black, curly hair, her white smile bright against her dark cheeks, my name on her sign.

I smiled, kneeling down to her level, “Hello, what’s your name?”

“Opal! I’m a Five, just like you!” she exclaimed. I laughed at her eagerness, and talked with her a few moments more and signed my autograph, even taking a picture with her. It went on like this for another fifteen minutes or so, before we were finally led away by our guards to the car. I sat next to Cameron in the car, but we didn’t speak at all. I was preoccupied with looking out the window, anyways, both at the crowds lining the streets and the gorgeous weather.

Quickly we arrived at the palace, and I was in awe of the grandeur of it. I wanted to take my camera out once again, but figured I’d have plenty of time once I was inside. Our bags were taken away, but I managed to slip my polaroid with me as we were led inside the palace. I tried not to seem too in awe of the lavish surroundings, so I stared straight ahead, only peeking every once in a while.

We suddenly rounded a corner and I heard many voices, all talking over one another it seemed. We turned into a room on our right, a large one filled with long rows of mirrors and girls sitting in chairs in front of them, racks of dresses mixed in with stylists running around one another.

“All right girls! Just find an empty station and the stylists will find you there,” a woman instructed, clipboard in hand, before running off to talk to another group. My plane group parted, and I snapped a quick picture before making my way to a seat near the middle of one row. Two girls sat on each of my sides, but they didn’t pay me any attention, too preoccupied talking to their stylists.

A tall woman with black hair tied back into a messy bun suddenly appeared behind me, giving me a once over. I raised an eyebrow at her with a small smile through the mirror until she finally spoke to me.

“Ah yes, my name is Chloe, excuse me. I’ll be your head stylist, but before we begin we’re going to take a few photos of you for before the makeover. Just stare straight into the camera please,” she said, motioning towards the man who had appeared in front of me who was practically shoving the camera in my face. His camera clicked a few times and he was off again, most likely to capture the other Selected.

“All right, so I was thinking we should keep your length, and just tame out those waves, we could really work with that,” she suggested, taking different pieces of my hair and examining them with a keen eye.

I nodded, “That’s fine with me.”

“I like your color too, so that won’t change either. That okay for you, miss…?”

“Emmalyn,” I finished for her and she smiled, her dark eyes warm.

“Wonderful. We’ll get that started for you, do a complete body scrub, and then move onto your makeup. Did you have anything particular in mind?”

I shrugged, “I guess all I can think of is not too much makeup. I still want to look like me after this.” I gave a small laugh.

She nodded in understanding, “Natural look, I agree. Plus you’re already beautiful so we won’t need much.”

I was a bit surprised at the compliment, but pleased nonetheless, so I smiled at her in thanks.

She patted my shoulder before leaving, and a flock of other people suddenly descended upon me, mostly silent as they worked. Someone washed and put product in my hair, putting it in a towel as I was taken somewhere else to literally have my body scrubbed down with different oils and lotions. Afterwards I couldn’t stop rubbing my hands at how soft they were, making one of my stylists laugh. She was sweet, too, I liked talking to her.

When they did my makeup, they turned me around so I couldn’t see until I was done, but it was surprisingly easy. It was still far more than I had ever worn before, but I could barely feel it. Another girl then proceeded to paint my nails, offering me several bright colors, except I refused them all. She sighed at my refusal, dejected, so I gave in and let her paint them a neutral pink shade. It was as my nails were drying when I spoke to a pretty Selected with dark hair I couldn’t quite place.

She was staring at herself in the mirror when she turned to me, “Should I cut my hair?”

I looked over thoughtfully and admired her long, thick hair with purple tips, “Well I really love the purple, I think it looks great on you. Do you think you should cut it?”

She looked back at herself in the mirror, “Yeah, I love the purple too, but I was just considering the options.”

I smiled, “Whatever you do I’m sure you’ll look great. I’m Emmalyn, by the way, but you can call me Emma.”

“A pleasure, you can call me Jyn,” she said, offering a hand to shake. Thankfully my nails had already been drying for a while so I took it. We talked for a while longer, and I found she was another genuine Selected, a Five like me, if a little reserved. We said our goodbyes once our stylists took us to our respective racks to be dressed. I was shown many different dresses and skirts from a black, strapless dress, a deep green, flowy dress with off the shoulder sleeves, to a pale blue blouse with a grey skirt that fell to my calves. I chose the last outfit in the end, not quite ready to wear some of the more formal looking dresses. When I was dressed, I was presented in front of a mirror, and my eyes widened at the sight of me.

My hair had been tamed into soft waves, something my mother joked would never happen, and my makeup only enhancing my features. The outfit fit like a glove, and I turned from side to side, liking the way the skirt swished around my legs. I felt… beautiful and sophisticated, something I don’t think I had ever felt before.

“Emma!” a voice called, and I turned to see a girl I recognized instantly rushing towards me. Madelyn Knight, a fellow Five, had written me a letter soon after the Selected were announced, and we became fast friends. I smiled in relief at a familiar face, and we spoke for a while longer, eventually being approached by Fiona, a sweet Six who had sent us all our favorite flowers. Debbie Varker followed not long after, trailing behind Fiona. As we were talking I noticed Berklee Boyer speaking with Charlotte Bane, Berklee moving to come join us, but Charlotte taking one wary look at our group and choosing to walk off somewhere else. I furrowed my brows at her action, but later understood when I saw her approach the most intimidating group of girls.

Well, she made her choice.

After our pictures were taken, we were taken on a tour of the palace, and it was incredibly beautiful. I couldn’t wait to start taking pictures of everything. Once the tour was over, we were shown to our rooms, and thankfully Maddie’s was right across from mine. I almost gasped at the sight of my room, the spotless white walls, pristine furniture and lavish bed. There was even a chandelier above my bed, most likely more expensive than my entire house.

After I was introduced to my maids- Evelyn, Lana, and Coralie- Maddie and I decided to explore the palace as much as we could. We managed to find all sorts of hidden places to photograph, practically using up all of our film. I found she was the easiest to talk to, and was relieved at finding someone who I could be myself with. I would definitely need a friend like her to last throughout the rest of the competition.

We talked about going to the sleepover, and I was reluctant at first, but eventually decided yes with the urging of my maids as well. I figured it couldn’t hurt.

Hosted by Evadne and Berklee, it was exciting to say the least. Food, wine, unexpected royals. I was even dared to give a note to princess Alina, which still made me cringe, wondering how I managed to find myself in that situation. The only part of the night I regretted was when I managed to make Sera Chamberlaine an enemy, my stupid temper coming out again. That was my first mistake. Maddie, who stuck to my side most of the night, wasn’t there to see it happen, so I brought it up later when we both left to go to my room.

“So, you really didn’t hear what happened with Sera?” I asked while I flopped onto my bed.

She flopped down right next to me, “No, I was getting pie. What happened?”

“Well…” I trailed off, fiddling with my hands, “She was being so rude and snobby to everyone, so I may have talked back to her and she may have threatened me.”

She sat up quickly in shock.

“She threatened you?!” she asked loudly. I nodded and looked down, annoyed with both myself and a snobby Two who thought it was okay to treat everyone else like nothing. I had dealt with it too many times to count and hated that it followed me here, but it only made sense. After all, someone was going to end up as queen. I felt Maddie’s stare as she waited for an explanation.

“She said I should watch my back, and my bed, whatever that means,” I replied, not really taking her threat seriously. That was my second mistake, and I wondered later how I already managed to make such a mess of things the first night here.

“Bro… we are on your bed,” she pointed out, looking on edge.

No… she wouldn’t. Would she?

At that thought, I became more alert and we began to look around us in suspicion.

“Do you see anything?” she asked. Suddenly she moved a pillow out of the way and gasped in shock.

“Oh my gosh, Emma!”

“What?”

“There’s glass everywhere!” she was screaming now, in disbelief. We pulled back the covers to find more glass everywhere.

“Great,” I said sarcastically, but inside I was seething. It was downright maniacal to go this far simply because I talked back to her. I wanted to march right up to her and tell her off, tell everyone exactly what she did and have her kicked out.

But I made a decision right then and there that was definitely not going to happen. I didn’t want to risk my place here, no matter how much a petty Two chose to spend her time.

I began to pick up the glass carefully setting it down on my nightstand, but Maddie began to pace.

“What the actual heck?! This is not freaking okay,” she fumed.

“I know, I know,” I said calmly. I could feel her staring incredulously at me as I cleaned up.

She turned to me, “We have to do something!”

“What? No, definitely not.” I quickly looked up at her, but she reverted back to her angry pacing.

“We could tell Dom, or get her back. This is NOT OKAY. I’m about to go wake everyone up in this palace. Who does she think she is?” Frankly, her temper surprised me. She had been so good natured and demure the entire time so far, I didn’t expect this side of her.

I stopped picking up the glass and walked over to her, effectively stopping her pacing.

“We are NOT telling Dom. I didn’t come here to make enemies, I probably shouldn’t have said anything anyways. It’s my stupid temper,” I admitted frustratingly.

Maddie was appalled, “Are you kidding me? You are not the one with the temper. You are NOT THE ONE PUTTING FREAKING GLASS IN PEOPLE’S BEDS,” she shouted.

I sighed, knowing she wasn’t angry at me at all, “I know that’s… excessive. But look, if I just ignore it and her, she’ll back.”

Hopefully.

Maddie looked skeptical, but I could tell she wasn’t going to fight me on this, at least not yet.

“Look, I’ll do whatever you tell me to do… It is your fight. BUT. If this happens again, I’m telling someone. I’ve officially known you for like what? A day? And I already can tell you are pretty much the best person here and you don’t deserve this,” she said sincerely.

“Aw, you love me that much already? I’m touched,” I said with a small smirk, “but seriously, I’ll be fine.” Her kind words actually meant a lot, and I was increasingly grateful for her friendship.

She laughed, “I’m just telling you so you trust me and I can use your weakness against you.” She winked and I rolled my eyes.

“So strategic,” I responded sarcastically.

She flipped her hair dramatically, “Oh yes, I know,” then added, “But, seriously, this happens again…”

“Trust me Maddie, if something happens again I’ll let you loose,” I reassured with a smile.

We were quiet for a while after, thinking about what happened, talking more late into the night. I admitted how a small part of me also felt bad about Sera, wondering what could have happened to make her the way she was. The conversation trailed off, Maddie leaving when she could barely keep her eyes open.

My maids had been dismissed when they thought I was staying over at the sleepover, so I dressed myself for bed in a simple white nightgown. I laid down in my bed, now clear of any glass, but found I couldn’t fall asleep. Our introductions with Dom were tomorrow, and although I had been calm up until now, I found myself thinking of every possible way it could go wrong and he’d send me home immediately. I had to make at least somewhat of an impression so I could stay for long enough.

2:07 was what my clock on my nightstand said when I looked over, so I sighed and threw back my covers, restless. Hopping out of bed, I decided it couldn’t hurt to sit on my balcony for a little while.

My bare feet padded across the marble floor as I made my way over to the doors and opened them, but when I spotted my dad’s black book sitting on a dresser, I grabbed it. I could already feel my mind quieting as the smell of the gardens hit me when I sat on a bench near the edge. My hair fluttered in the soft, warm summer breeze, and I tucked my feet under me, resting my head on my knees. I was incredibly thankful my room overlooked such a beautiful part of the palace.

I took the book and opened it to the first page again. For the first time in a long while, the sight of my dad didn’t bring back the crushing weight it so often did. My breath was steady, my heart full, and so I flipped to the next page.

This time it was a quote from his favorite book, and I smiled at the memory of him reading it out loud. Page after page was a mix of pictures, quotes, thoughts he chose to jot down. I was about halfway through the book when I reached a longer note he had written. As I scanned the words, I realized that it was a letter to me, one he had planned to rewrite and give to me for my 13th birthday, but never got the chance. It was touching and sincere, but what brought tears to my eyes was the final line he had written.

Emmalyn, you are your greatest strength. Always remember that.

So I smiled. However tomorrow played out, I was relieved at the fact that my dad would be there with me, his words a comfort.

You’re right, dad. And I’m going to make you proud.

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