It took the two about an hour to reach the post office. When they finally reached the small building, there were about twenty other girls there, waiting for their turn to sign up and get their picture taken. Elizabeth noticed a group of girls bunched up, babbling about something as she approached them at the end of the line.
She happened to over hear some of their excited gibberish. They were saying something about 'Oh how hot Greyson' was. She was a bit confused as to what they were talking about but shrugged it off.
She stood in line with her dad for nearly an hour until it was her turn. She handed over the form she had filled out and stepped in front of the screen. "Smile." Said the man behind the camera before he clicked the button. The camera flashed and she blinked and stepped away, rubbing her eyes for a second before looking at her father.
The man shooed them away and that was that. All they could do now was wait and go home, going on with their daily lives. And they did just that.
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Rebel Selection
Teen FictionWho says rebels can't have selections too? (More Later)
