Another Selection

Chapter 1 - The Selection

Name: Ariel Noel
Age: 18
Height: 5'5
Languages spoken: English, French, Spanish and Italian.
Hair colour: Red
Eye colour: Green
Skills: Singing, drawing, painting, design & creating clothes, writing and photography
Province: Carolina
I answered more questions about my personality.

When I finished I put it back in the envelope.

"Mom! I'm done we can go into the Services Office anytime now!"

"Great! Go get ready. I think they're going to take your picture."

I went up to my room that I shared with Angel. I looked in my closet and pulled out a red and black skater dress with lace over it. My nicest outfit. I grabbed my black flats and slipped them on. I quickly curled my red hair and applied some lip gloss. I thought I looked pretty good. I walked back downstairs. My mom was going over my form.

"You look gorgeous honey. Let's go."

"Can I come?" Angel asked.

"Sure." I said and all three of us walked over to the Services Office.

There was a line that went almost all the way around the building. I got in line and stood there for 30 minutes until my best friend came. I waved her over to us.

"Hey, Ariel."

"Hey, Aleah."
"You're entering?" She asked me.

"Yup. Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know." I laughed at her.
We talked about Prince Oliver till we got to the front and sure enough they were taking pictures of us. I gave the form to a lady and sat down on a stool in front of a beige background. I sat up as straight as I could and gave my best smile. The camera clicked and I was ushered outside. Now I just waited.

It was two weeks till the selected were announced. They went by in a blur.

Finally it was Friday night and the Report was on. My family gathered into the living room. The King made some quick announcements and then Gavril came out. My mom cheered and Angel squeeled.

"Good evening, ladies and gentleman. Today is a special night. The 35 selected girls are going to be announced. First I have some questions for the royal family.

"Prince Oliver. What are you looking for in a wife?"

"To be honest, I have no clue. I hope the right girl just pops out at me."

"Great answer. Next is Queen America. You were once just like almost every girl watching. Do you have any advice for the selected?"

"Going to give you some advice Queen Amberly gave us. Enjoy your last night as an average girl. Tomorrow, no matter what, your life will be different forever. And it's old advice, but it's good: Be yourself."

"That's perfect, thank you. King Maxon, what advice do you have for Prince Oliver?"

"Son, don't be nervous. Just follow your heart."

"Well said. And now it's Princess Olivia's turn. What kind of girl should your brother marry?"

"Well, someone like mother. Kind, a little stubborn, but so brave."

"Sounds like a marvellous queen. Prince Thomas. Are you looking forward to having 35 girls in your home?"

"I'm just waiting for my selection. Oliver is so lucky." He pouted.

Gavril laughed.

"3 more years. Princess Sarah. Are you excited for all the girls to come?"

"No! My brother doesn't need a wife. He has me."