Selection redo

Someone to confide in

I walked down the elaborately decorated palace hallway, heading for Celeste's room. I desperately needed someone to talk to.

I had really missed her after that fatal rebel attack that put an end to my (first) Selection. I could have tried to talk to Marlee, but I knew that anything I do differently could cause unknown ripples. It wasn't definite that what I said to her would affect her future, but I wanted to make sure that she and Carter met and ended up together. I didn't know any of the other girls very well, so I decided to open up to Celeste. She would take a bit of convincing, but I was sure she would believe me in the end. I was a bit nervous because this wasn't the Celeste that was one of my closest friends, instead it was the Celeste who ripped my dress and tried to sabotage her fellow Selected. After what seemed like an eternity, I reached her door and slowly turned the handle. There was Celeste, sitting on her bed, with her head in her hands. I paused, confused. This wasn't the girl who flounced into the airport so confidently. "Celeste?" I ventured, taking another step into the room. Her head whipped up, her eyes filled with a glare that could shatter glass. "What?" She said with a unmistakably bitter tinge in her snarl. "I just..." I trailed off, at a loss for words. "Just what?" "I just wanted to talk to you." I finished lamely. "Well, I don't want to talk to you, so get out of my room, America." I took a deep breath. "Celeste, I really need to get something off my chest. Will you please listen?" Before the Selection, I probably would have said something passive-aggressive or snarky and slammed the door. But since my time as queen, I had learned to control my fiery temper. I guess Silvia had started to rub off on me. She was quiet for a minute, contemplating. "Why don't you go talk to your little blond friend? What's her name again? Oh yeah, Marlee." She scoffed. I fought to keep calm. "Please, Celeste. If I wanted to talk about this to Marlee, I would have." Celeste pursed her lips. "Fine, then. But make it short." I nodded, then began. "Okay, this is going to sound really crazy. But trust me, it's true. Just...don't freak out." She rolled her eyes, but kept listening. I bit my lip, wondering how to say this. Might as well just plunge right in. "Um, well, the thing is, I'm sort of from the future." I waited to see her reaction. Celeste laughed. "You seriously expect me to believe that? How stupid do you think I am?" "No, really! I'll prove it to you!" "Go right ahead." she offered, obviously dismissing the whole thing as hilarious. "Okay, your name is Celeste Newsome, you're from Clearmont, you're an only child, and you're a model." "Duh." She says, turning away. "No, wait, I have more! Um, last year you had a black-and-white party for your birthday." She slowly nods. "Any trace of color and you weren't allowed-" "-in the door." I finish. "You flew in Tessa Tamble, because you said, and I quote, that 'you couldn't have a bunch of dreary Fives sucking all the life out of the room.'" "She narrowed her eyes at me. "I never said that." "You would have." I replied. "Actually, you're probably right." She grudgingly agreed. "About what?" "I wouldn't have hesitated to say that. I had been planning to be as awful as I could, to scare everyone off." "In the future, it worked." I smiled, remembering. "You tore my dress, ruined Kriss's birthday party, and practically tortured Elise!" "I was going to put bleach in her shampoo." She confessed. I nodded. "She missed a day in the Women's Room to dye it back!" She grinned. "Who wins?" "Well, you made it to the Elite, but then you confessed to me that you didn't want Maxon, but you wanted the fame." "So you really are from the future." She said in wonder. "How did I turn out? Who did I marry?" "Well... after you talked to me, we became super close." I pulled out the picture that I carried of us, hugging at our 'photo shoot'. I always had it, along with a picture of Queen Amberly and also ones of my dad and Anne. I took a deep breath. "These are all the people who died." "What?! I DIED?!?!?" She gasped. "Are you sure?" "Yes. I missed you so, so, much." "Who are these other people?" She questioned, pointing to Anne and my dad." "My father and my head maid, whom I was very close to." "How? How did we die?" "You, the queen, and Anne died in a rebel attack. My dad had problems with his heart. I know I won't be able to save him, but you three will live." I vowed. "Okay." She said shakily. I suppose it would be extremely off putting to hear about your own death. "Who won? And how in the world did you travel back in time???" I explained to her about my relationship with Maxon and how I was queen, then about how we had gotten here. "But Maxon doesn't remember anything." I finished. She pursed her lips, deciding. "First things first, we'll have to get him to fall for you all over again. I'll back off and help you instead of doing it for myself. But you'll have to convince him to let me stay." "That can be arranged." "Good then." I told her how Maxon and I met, and she told me that I'd have to wear a nightgown to make it believable that I couldn't sleep, but that she would do my hair in a 'messy beautiful' style as she called it. "Do you remember the time?" She asked. "In maybe ten minutes." I said. "Then go back to your room! See you tomorrow!" She ushered, giddy to use her matchmaking skills. I slipped out of my room and, as I made it across the halls, I realized I was a little late for my first meeting with Maxon.

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