ℍ𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝔸𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕒 ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕟
“Hansport” I said and ran a hand through my hair looking around “I wonder if everyone else is nice as you” I chuckled
Even if not, at least she’s here.
“Hansport” I said and ran a hand through my hair looking around “I wonder if everyone else is nice as you” I chuckled
Even if not, at least she’s here.
I smiled as Cohen talked about his family. It was cute watching his face light up, and I could see how much he missed them. My smile faded slightly into a frown as I thought about how long it has probably been since he last saw his family.
He changed the subject pretty quickly, but I decided not to stick my nose where it doesn’t belong. “Yeah, I’m surprised too. I expected him to already be calling dibs or something on them.” I say sarcastically.
@paige - imma head off to bed, I’ll reply in the morning
“I hope they’re nice, because I’m not really in the mood to make enemies while I’m here.” I giggled. “It’s nice to have one friends here though.”
@CerealKiller - I’m gonna go to sleep I have to be up at 8 for an online class smh
“There’s too many girls for Hayden to have them all, I’m sure Alexander will end up with one of them. And then you’ll get to have two of the girls stick around instead of just one.” I smiled at her.
@Kat - night ttyl
I smiled at her “Definitely. I was worried everyone here is going to be snobs or something, at least there’s one normal person here” I said. Not to be judgmental or stereotypical but I don’t exactly fit the type of people that go chasing around to marry a prince. But who knows.
@paige sure b
“Yeah, I guess that’s good. Plus, I know whoever Hayden chooses has to be liked by us too. I talked to him this morning and he said they have to get along with the rest of the family.”
hehe if you’re reading the posts, then this is a good lil hint
“Yeah same, the only reason I was signed up for this is because my mom wanted me to be. Not that I’m not grateful to be here or anything.”
“That’s nice, it’ll weed out all of the fakes first I suppose. You’d think that when trying to win the heart of the prince they’d have the common sense not to be rude to his family.”
We got the letter. The stupid letter that every girl seemed to die over. I didn’t get what was so special about the letter, because everyone 16-20 got one. “Pleaaaassseee fill it out!” cried Paisley. She was my little sister. She couldn’t wait until that letter came to her. She would do anything to get to the palace, and I seemed to be the easiest route. “Oh cmon Payton, please!” She said. “No! I told you I’m not filling it out!” I said back. No matter how hard she tried I wouldn’t fill it out.
Supper rolled around and the letter had left the table. Finally Paisley had given up. We sat around the table talking about how our day was when my father spoke up. “Payton honey. Listen. I know you aren’t going to like this but…” he said looking at my mother. “We.” My mom said motioning to her and my father, “really think you should fill out that letter.” I couldn’t believe it! Why? “W-What?” I said back. “You need to learn to be more lady-like. I mean look at you! Right now your hair is a mess! You are on a football team for God’s sake. I mean it’s crazy!” I couldn’t believe my own ears. I thought they were supportive of me being different. I thought they were happy. I knew it didn’t make them the proudest parents, but I thought they were there for me. I stood up. “I can’t believe you just said that” and they called after me but I went up to my room and locked the door.
The report. I was still locked in my room from earlier that night, but I had a TV in room to watch it on. The Selection. I almost forgot. Thousands of girl were just waiting to hear their name. “Ugh.” I said. They called name after name and flashed a picture of them on the screen. They were all very beautiful. Now time for Panama. Who would it be? I hoped it would be Alice from my school. “Payton Thomas.” they said as a picture of me came on the screen. WHAT?! They must have gotten it wrong! I didn’t even submit! “PAISLLEEEYYYY!” I yelled coming out of my room. I found her sitting on the couch smiling from ear to ear. “Explain.” I said. She told me the she filled it out for me. I couldn’t believe it.
So many people were at our house. I could barely register that it was getting closer for me to leave. When I got to pack my things I went to my room. I packed some pictures of my family, mostly of Paisley. I grabbed a few other things. I think that was it! Wait. I forgot. I grabbed my notebook and previous written books. “Just in case.” I whispered to myself.
And then I was off. Off to the jet that would take me to the castle! Ugh. Even saying it exited didn’t make it any more exciting.
On the plane I was fitted into a tiny red dress. I don’t get why it had to be that short. I put up a small fight with the maid who was dressing me, but it appeared I would loose no matter what, so I just let her zip up the back. What I would do to be wearing pants right now I thought to myself.
I sat back down in my seat, no one sitting beside me as I scanned around the plane. Seemed I didn’t fit in quite too well. Not a surprise though. I never did, but it never bothered me. Soon enough the plane landed. But of a sick feeling arose in my stomach for a moment during our decline, but quickly faded when I stepped outside and took in the great beauty of the palace. It was huge. Gosh I wish Paisley were here to see it with me. I think she would cry.
Along with the other girls we walked into the main doors. They were huge and seemed very heavy considering it took two guards to open just one of them. I looked around at the room in front of me. Oh my it was marvelous. There were a couple people walking around as I entered, but not too many. Only one caught my eye. Alexander. I’d never take much of a liking to him, but wow in person was he hot.
I did NOT just think that
There was no way. I didn’t- I wasn’t- Ugh. But I couldn’t help but keep drawing my eyes back to him to look at his face. I just waited to see see if even for a second he would look in my direction. But wait. He probably would think I’m some
hoe in this tiny little dress. Maybe I didn’t want him to see me… I don’t fricken know! Why do I care? I never care! I was a mess.
(@Madilnel Incase you wanted to RP with Alexander so I could read his reaction to the girls and what he thinks of Payton…?)
The Selection. This would be my first time guarding during one. And let’s just say I wasn’t too excited. I mean, hell yea, cute girls wearing dresses running around, I’m all for. But The Selection girls were bound to be different. I mean, I don’t think I’ll be able to stand one minute around one of them! And now I was going to be around them 24/7. Wish I was a cook so I could be downstairs and out of their way!
Too soon the day arrived of when the girls came. And not to my surprise, there were shrieks and giggles, sounds that could only come from a teenage girl’s mouth. Made me roll my eyes just hearing it. I looked at them. Most of ‘em were pretty enough. At least I wouldn’t have to be around ugly girls. I looked through the pack of girls, looking to see if any would catch my eye…
It was morning. I was never ready in the mornings no matter how many times I slapped myself awake, so instead I rolled over on my bed and curled up into a ball ready to get back to sleep again. I was just dozing off when I heard my name being yelled.
“JASMINE COME HERE NOW.” My sister shouted.
I walked slowly down the stairs just to annoy my sister. She stood at the bottom of the stairs impatiently and irritated. ‘Hurry up.’ She said scowling.
I frowned and followed her as she walked away. I ended up in the living room with my dad there. “What?” I asked as he face-palmed himself when he saw me. My sister rolled her eyes and sat next to dad.
He pointed at the TV joyfully. “The Selection is on, you signed up for it, remember?”
“Oh yeah.” I lit up and was no longer feeling sleepy. I plopped myself on the sofa next to my dad and sister.
The people announced a few names at first, stopped and then said my name. I paused.
My heart was beating so fast and my palms were sweaty. “I’m going?” I asked shocked.
I turned to my dad and sister, they were already planning a celebration party.
My sister turned to me. “GO WEAR SOMETHING NICE AND HURRY UP!” she yelled then chuckled.
I was still in shock but rushed up the stairs to get changed into one of my outfits. I packed everything I needed, hugged and said goodbye to my family and was then escorted by a royal guard to a limo. We took a jet and arrived at the palace where plenty of other selected girls were, probably eager to meet the prince as well.
I entered the palace, examining the shiny, polished walls and expensive-looking paintings. I was told that I had two maids, I met them later on and was shown to my room, their names were Lisa and Kira. “Cool names.” I said joyfully. “Thanks.” and “You too.” were their responses.
Lisa picked out an outfit for me and Kira put perfume on me before being taken to the living room to wait for a meeting with the prince. I took a deep breath and sat down near a few girls.
“And if I had my chance, I’d take it
All I need to do is make it
If I get high enough and far enough
Someday I’ll touch the stars…”
“Thank you, Goodnight!” Masie cried out into the screaming crowd. She took one more bow and blew a kiss before escaping offstage to raucous appluase. Her doting crew met her as soon as she set foot in the wings; mopping sweat from her brow, offering water and tea, praising the night’s performance. They followed her obediently as she strided into her dressing room, where she dialed her Mom’s number and put the phone on speaker.
“Hey, Mom.” Masie cried from the other side of the room. Most of the crew had left now, aside from Hair and Makeup, who were helping her peel off her sweat-soaked, skin-tight sequinned jumpsuit. “I just finished the show and saw your text. You wanted to talk to me about something?”
“Yes, Muffins, I have wonderful-”
“Oh! Wait, before you get into it…” Masie cut in. The jumpsuit was bunched around her ankles now, and while the Hair and Makeup girls struggled to pull it over her silver platform shoes, Masie had begun pulling her hair out of it’'s complex fishtail braid. “…We really need to fire that new guy. Carl, or Carson, or whatever? He keeps hitting on me, and I’ve told him to stop, but he won’t.”
“I’ll take care of it, Muffins.”
“You always do.”
“Now, back to what I texted you about. I have some wonderful news, baby! All of our hard work has finally paid off!”
“You mean all of my hard work.” Masie thought to herself, but she shook the nagging thought away. “What is it?” She asked, wiping greasy pink lipstick off of her face.
“You’ve been Selected!”
“WHAT?!” Masie screamed. She sprinted over to the vanity where her phone lay, tripping over clothes on the floor and sending bobby pins (And the Hair and Makeup girls) flying. She frantically tapped the camera chat button so that she could see her mother’s face. “You’re not lying to me?” She asked, holding the screen close to her face.
Her mother’s red-painted lips stretched into a wide smile, the most genuine smile she’d seen on her mother in a long time. “No, Muffins, I’m not lying. You’re in. You’re going to be Queen!”
She squealed in joy, hitting high notes she hadn’t even been able to when she tried to. She danced around her dressing room, hugging her phone to her chest, as the beleageured Hair and Makeup girls chased after her, still trying to do their jobs. A million thoughts of joy filled her head: She was in a brocade white gown as she walked down the aisle with a crown on her head. Every dream she’d had as a little girl was coming true. She was just like the Princesses she’d read about and watched on film, the ones who had taught her to sing and dance. She was going to be Queen, no doubt about it. Who else could win but her?
“Oh, Mom, this is great!” She cried, tears of joy in her eyes. She looked down at the phone, but her mother’s face was no where to be found. Masie must have accidentally hung up on her with her boobs. But it didn’t matter anyway- She was Selected. That was all that mattered now.
She stepped out of the limo, bidding one last goodbye to the chauffer she’d had since she was 7 and just starting out in show business. She’d said goodbye to all of her loyal crewmembers, and she’d been surprised at just how much emotion she’d felt when she’d done it, but she knew that this one would be the hardest. Jonny had always been there, with his fluffy, grey-streaked beard and his warm, gap-toothed smile.
“Thank you, Jonny.” She said, picking up her bags and trying her best to fight the tears she knew would come. “For everything.”
The limo spend off, leaving Masie alone and awkward in front of the Royal Palace. This was the moment her life would change, she was sure of it.
Paola Del Carmen Bescós III
It had been a quiet day, unusually snowy for this late in the year, but Paola never minded that. She’d take any excuse she could to stay inside and write alone. People stressed her out, but her typewriter never expected her to make conversation.
“Ooh, that’s good. I should use that.”
She’d been tap-tap-tapping away, working on her latest novel, The Girl from Milan, when the usual soft knock came on her door.
“Come in.” Paola called, as usual. And, as usual, her father came in with fresh tea and some warm lunch for her. Paola could never be bothered to get up from her writing in the middle of the day. Today, he brought warm pita bread and gyro with a minty cheimónas soup, which would go well with her lavender tea. He set the food in the usual spot she had cleared on her desk, and was about to walk out as usual, when he suddenly stopped and turned around about halfway towards the door.
“Yes, Father?” She asked, not looking up from the polished brass keys of the typewriter.
“Today is the day of the Drawing, you know.”
“I am aware.” Paola sniffed distastefully. “And I couldn’t care less. It’s terribly unromantic, almost painfully so. How on Earth could anyone ever fall in love with someone they’re randomly assigned to? It’s a Hunger Games of the heart, and even when you’ve won, you’re not actually winning anything. Romance and competition are not linked, and shouldn’t be linked.”
“Well, sweetheart…” Her father put a hand on her shoulder. “I think-”
“I am very sympathetic towards the Prince, though.” She admitted. “He must feel trapped, like a prisoner of his own emotions. He can’t ever truly fall in love with any of those girls because he knows that he has to. Romance shouldn’t be linked with responsibility or pressure, either. The best lovers come from the place you never expect.”
“And another thing.” Paola added, cutting her father off yet again. “Why even pretend like you’re giving every girl a fair chance? This drawing is just a show. You invite at least one girl from every class, and then you just end up giving it to the prettiest 2 anyway. Honestly, how long do they think they can keep fooli-”
“SWEETHEART!” Her father yelled. Paola’s stunned silence finally gave him a chance to speak. “You may want to change your mind about this whole drawing thing.” He said. He was obviously trying to keep his face neutral, but a smile slowly spread accross it.
Paola’s eyes widened. “You didn’t. You signed me up without my permission?!”
Her father nodded, letting his smile run free accross his cheeks now. “And you’ve been Selected.”
Paola stepped out of the car and watched as her parents drove away. She hadn’t spoken to them since the fight they’d had on the night of the Drawing. She still couldn’t forgive them for signing her up for this. They knew she hated this stuffy old tradition, and they knew that she was saving herself for The One, but they did it anyway. She’d never be able to find true love now, now that she was stuck in this competition. Relationships with anyone but the Prince were forbidden to her now.
She sighed and tried to be hopeful as she enetered the palace. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe she’d learn to love the Prince.
Or maybe she’d find the one after all.
I chuckled slightly at his comment. “You’d be surprised how idiotic and rude some people are to us. Let’s just say many people blame us for the caste system. I can’t blame them, and I don’t like it either, but it’s tradition and it’s the way it is.”
“Traditions aren’t always good. I suffered a lot before I came here. Still, it’s not appropriate for people to treat you guys as if you are the cause of their suffering.”
I stretch. I remember about the Selection drawing. My fingers were chattering as I stood, and my mother was standing in the doorway.
“Celeste!” She cries. “I have great news!!”
“What? What is it? My sister got a job?” I say. It wouldn’t have to do with me, so why is mom telling me?
“No, your sister could never. She’s lazy.” My mom pulls me in a hug. “You got Selected!”
“What?” I didn’t know how to feel. Did I want to fall in love with a prince? This is so unexpected!
“Sweetheart, you should be glad! I knew that my little girl would blossom into a princess!” Mom lets go. “Get ready, Celeste!”
Ugh. Mom probably wants me to wear a dress. I would come along fine with ripped jeans and a top. I finish getting ready, and mom drives me to the palace, talking about us getting rich. This is one of the times where I’m thinking Mom is acting spoiled.
“Maybe something good would come out if it” i shrugged
@paige I’m so tired and uninspired lol
“I hope so.”
@CerealKiller do you want to stop lol
“I don’t even know how things work around here, I hardly even cared about the selection i really just signed up so won’t miss the shot” I chuckled
@paige no I wanna sleep lol but it’s kinda early
“I know right, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. A chance for all of us to get on the map, make a name for ourselves. And maybe even find love.”
@CerealKiller it’s like noon
“Maybe even” I smiled lightly. It was good to know that I wasn’t the only one who thought about love and not only being queen.
“Though I might be getting a bit hungry. How the hell do things work here?” I chuckled
@paige haha no it’s evening for me I’m not American
“I’m not entirely sure. I tried to read up on the castle a little bit, but I got bored.” I giggled. “We could probably sneak down, but I don’t really want to eat before meeting the prince because I might throw up.”
@CerealKiller oh where are you from
“I mean I understand why they would, but yeah that doesn’t make it ok.” I say, smiling and nodding at the girls just arriving.