Life Without the Selection

Chapter 7

Dear America,

It's been perhaps a month now. Everything is going well now. I think you know already, there are only 15 selected left now and I am one of them. I think Hermia is very keen with me and we have shared many things already. I hope you are well. Please respond as soon as possible. I love you America, and I miss you.

From,

Aspen

I don't think I sent him a letter back.

Maxon and I have particularly gotten close these days. I think I like him so far. His full name is Maxon Calix Schreave (it's adorable...) and he loves photography. His photos are beautiful. I think for now, there are about 40 pictures of me on his wall which I love so far. He reads and we always talk about books. Today, Maxon came to my house and invited me to a picnic. I accepted of course.

"May!!"

I found May on the floor. She was crying and hugging herself tightly and shaking.

"May what's wrong? You've got to tell me."

May shook her head vigorously. And started shaking again.

"May come on now. "

She looked up at me with those big eyes of hers. I could see she was in pain.

"America."

"Yes? I'm right here, tell me, what's wrong?"

"I think I've gone crazy."

I laughed softly. "May I think that's what we all think when we are stressed out, why do you think that?"

"America I'm not joking," she said her voice breaking up.

"Ok, then tell me what's wrong?"

"Jazmine hates me. She hates me. She says she never wants to see me again."

Jazmine. I haven't seen her for quite a long time.

"May, you and her fight all the time, what's this fight about now that you're getting all emotional over?" I asked softly petting her head.

"This time, I think she truly means everything she said."

I hugged her tightly and kissed her head.

"Everything will be alright, I promise."

I couldn't really promise it at all. I didn't think everything was alright. I think May was lying.