Emily In The Selection (book 1)

Chapter 4

I looked into the television screen with admiration when they took a close up of Prince Ryan. He spiked his hair a little bit and his blue eyes twinkled when we smiled. His features were simple, but handsome. He is cute, but I have found myself admiring cuter boys. I have never dated anyone, though. So if I was selected, I wouldn't know what to do with him.

I disgusting feeling was in my stomach of worry and anxiety. My head spun around. I need to get this over with. I need to hear the selected before I throw up.

"Hello, your majesty," the reporter bowed in front of Prince Ryan.

"Hello, Marcus," he replied with a smile.

"Have you yourself heard who the selected are?"

"No. I will hear with the rest of America. I have to admit, I am a bit nervous."

At least Prince Ryan was open to his feelings. I'm a little too open with my feelings.

"Oh, Prince Ryan, you have nothing to worry about! All the girls who applied were very lovely!" Marcus, the reporter, said a little over excitedly.

"I'm sure," Prince Ryan said while he continued to smile. "I can't wait to hear who will be coming to the palace."

Marcus was a little too eager and Prince Ryan was a little too smiley. I'm not on T.V. but I'm already a mess. How do they stay so calm? Prince Ryan even said he was nervous.

Everyone in my family sat in science as the camera glanced over to King Jacob and Queen Marcy. Even the King and Queen were put together. I, for one, was falling apart.

After about a half hour of interviews with the King, Queen, and Prince, they finally were ready to announce the selected.

"Ladies and gentlemen all over America, this is the moment you all have been waiting for! We are now ready to announce the selected!" Marcus said and I squealed a little bit.

My family looked over to me and then back at the T.V.

"Jessica Ambers." Marcus said firmly.

A picture of a gorgeous blonde girl came on the screen. It said she was a 2 and was 17 years old. She was wearing a shirt that was a little too low and way too much makeup.

"Tammy Laurens."

Another picture of a girl with short brown hair came on. It showed that she was a 3 and 16 years old. She wore a cute pink tank top with a jean jacket over it. She also wore dark skinny jeans to match the jacket.

"Hannah Sike."

This girl had her brown hair in a braid and a white dress on with sunflowers on it. She was a 3 and was 16 years old.

"Florida Rells."

A picture of a young girl came up. She almost looked too young. She had braces and was short with curly brown hair. She was a 4 and was 15 years old.

"Amelia Common."

She was a 5 and was 17 years old. There wasn't much to her. She had a nice smile and dark brown hair that almost looked black, but she was average.

"Jane Weller."

She was a 2. 16 years old. She wore a designer dress and black sandals. She had short red hair that was half covered by a fuzzy hat.

"Amity Hatton."

She looked friendly with her short brown hair at a bob. She was a 4 and was 16 years old as well. She wore a dark pink t-shirt and boot cut jeans.

"Kathleen Hopel."

She had wavy brown hair that fell onto her baby blue zip-up hoodie. She was a 6, the lowest caste so far, and was 15.

"Bethany Beckenstin."

Her picture showed her with a wide smile and piercing blue eyes, like Prince Ryan's. She was a 5 and was 16.

"And last, but not least, Emily Blake."

My picture popped on the screen and I released my breath that I had been holding since Marcus started announcing names. My mom jumped to her feet, cheering and clapping, and ran to give me a hug. Robbie was going wild: screaming and jumping and dancing and singing.

"Woah! Congrats, jellybean!" My dad shouted.

Over all of there shouting, I could barely hear Marcus say

"Congratulations, girls! We can't wait to have you join us at the palace!" And the camera faded away into a commercial.

I sat there in shock. Unable to catch my breath, everything inside of me disappeared. Slowly tears rolled down my face and millions of thoughts rushed into me all at once. My mom was crying, my dad was shouting, Robbie was dancing, and me? I would be leaving them soon.