The Selection Fanfiction (Editing)

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My mother dangled the thick creme paper in front of my eyes, blocking me from reading anything on it

"What's this?" I ask her squinting as I grab the paper out of her hands.

"The sign up sheet for the Selection!" My mother replies, not bothering to hide her excitement.

I immediately groan while pushing the paper away from me and my mothers smile slowly disappears.

"Whats wrong?" She asks

" I don't want to do it. I'm not going to enter " I say plainly, trying to rub excess dirt off my hands.

" What! Why? " She pressed me and I rolled my eyes

" Because I'm not gonna be a barbie doll in the game of The Selection. That's why. " I say sarcastically

" Anna.. " She starts pleading " Imagine the possibilities! "

" The possibilities of what? You know how those things go, once your in your never getting out of the limelight. People will forever know you as one of the Contestants instead of actually getting to know you, it'll be like permanent label plastered on your face " I say hastily, some annoyance leaking into my voice

" Yes but if you make it, you'll be famous! You'll have tons of more opportunities of employment, health, standards of living! This could change all of our lives! " She pleads, picking up the now stained paper from the dirty hardwood floors.

" No, getting in will only change my life, it'll just affect yours. Can't you understand that? " I ask her, taking off my work boots and leaving me barefoot.

" It's just signing up! You won't automatically be in the Selection, so why not give it a shot? "

" I don't even want to take the chance! " I tell her, my voice projecting itself throughout the hollow room.

" Annabelle we finally find a way out of this mess, finally find a way to move castes, and you throw it away? "

" The only changing castes would be me " I say, my words tasting like poison as they come out of my mouth

" Fine, don't enter. Just know that if your sisters die of starvation, and you had the chance to give them food, they'll be a burden on your shoulders for the rest of your life " She spats and walks away angrily, leaving me with a lump in my throat and worry in the back of my mind.

I slowly walk to the old wooden table, the freshly printed paper laying on top of it. The letters on the page were a glittering gold, sparkling every time the sunlight kissed the page. The stain was plastered in the middle of the page, grease and dirt mixing itself to create an ugly brown blotch in the heart of the beautifully created paper.

Biting my lip, I pick up the paper. Thick and sturdy, lined with Illea's royal seal on the very top. Signing up, singing this innocent little page would be like selling your soul. At least in my opinion. I've heard first hand what fame is like, and I don't want any of it.

In fact, I bet the whole competition is rigged. Probably the most popular, the favourite will win. Then she'll be the Queen, and she'll find a new found fame and a King. She'll have the world, she'll have everything except the one thing that this competition is about.

Love.

It's as simple as that. Everyone thinks that the Prince will fall in love but only the smart know that love and fame can never exist on the same stage.

" Oh and Trinity is coming by to give us a squirrel " My mothers voice yells from outside and I drop the paper, leaving it dryly as I walk away from it to the front door - or what's left of it. It was destroyed years ago by a drunk Eight, now all that's left is the frame and the sheer glass front.