The Choosing ✔️

The beginning

"The prince the prince!" Someone shouts running in the halls. He puffs and he wheezes. It's a skinny sophomore who is always knowing everything before anyone. I call him The Gossip Boy.

"What about the prince?" Several around him ask. I didn't even bother looking up from packing my bag. I knew what he was going to say just by him running in like that. Everyone knew this day was coming. I feel my best friend nudging me on the arm. I look at her knowing what she was going to say just by her expression. I know what almost everyone is about to say because I read people easily.

"He's beginning the tests, the Choosing!" The boy shouts. A thousand girls squeal in delight even though the halls were almost empty. Phones were automatically being pulled out even by Jane my best friend. That traitor. I sigh closing my locker. Finally being done with this prison that they call school. I feel free!

For all of you who don't know what the Choosing is... it's simple. The prince chooses his bride. I guess you can say that it's like the old days. Except that there is not a ball that everyone can go to. You have to have great grades, and poise personality. Be around the same age as the prince, and have great recommendations. Basically you have to be rich as hell or be related to royalty or some big shot.

"Ahh! This is so great! Now you might actually get a boyfriend and then get married become queen oh this is so exciting!" Jane bounces lightly clapping her hands like a two-year-old. I glare at her. Does she not know me? I'm pretty smart and I'm around the same age the prince if you count the fact we were born the same day and year... but I'm sure as hell not rich.

"No way," I say firmly. We walk to her car. A nice mini cooper red as Taylor Swift's lipstick. I climb in the passenger seat dreading to go home. I would have stayed after but it might get me killed. Yeah, I'm talking about death. Let's just say my dad is a bit crazy.

"Oh come on Paris think about how free you'll be. You'll get to live in a palace. And Ella she'll get to live peacefully." Jane tries to persuade me. She was mentioning the pros, not the cons. "There are no cons." She answers when I point it out. I don't argue with her for god knows how long it would take. Arguing with her is possibly the only impossible thing in the world.

"There are at least a billion girls waiting. Chances are zero." I make a zero with my hand though she is looking at the road. She rolls her eyes clicking her tongue.

"Point one, and remember grades are important and manners which you have of both. Plus you're pretty and awesome. Lucky duck!" Jane chides shaking her head in utter belief.

I raise an eyebrow. "And you're not? Please, gimme a break." My turn to roll my eyes. Jane is nothing but. A cheerleader, quarterbacks girlfriend, and in the popular group. Her blonde short cut hair and baby blue eyes that include a skinny tanned body. Mhm definitely perfect. Compared to her I'm the "other" girl. My wavy brown hair pale skin and grey beading eyes with an okay body and fair height. Yep, opposites. Of course no two perfect people hang together just like snowflakes. I sigh closing my eyes and leaning back in the seat.

Jane and I meet in first grade. We fought over a seat. It was stupid, but somehow we clicked. Yin and Yang. We were always there for each other. From the first days we started liking boys to the days where she had asthma attacks and my mom died. Through hell and back we survived. 

"I'm gonna dye your hair blonde if you don't stop acting stupid!" Jane threatens. 

"But-" I start to protest saying that she is one, but she cuts me off.

"Not all of us blond's are dumb. Just the really dumb ones." She adds as a matter of fact.

"Sure, sure." I grin and she smacks my arm.

"Hey! I'm going to kick you out." She fake glares at me. And we sing to the radio after that. She drops me off in the usual place. I wave to her and walking the rest of the way.

~HOW IS IT SO FAR????! FIRST BOOK SO IT MIGHT SUCK :/

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