To Be A Princess

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"Congratulations!" I squeezed my big sister. As of two years ago in July, she was officially removed from The Princess Training, a custom our people have done for centuries. This meant her and her now fiancée, Adrian Monochromicorn, were permitted to wed. This also meant I was to be sent away from them, until they get married and claim me as their child. Carolyn, or as everyone called her, Cake, gave me one last hug, her hazel eyes watering. Adrian wasn't much of a talker, but before they were ushered into the home they were designated, he whispered in his low tone,
"We'll miss you." I hugged him one last time. Waving goodbye to the only sort of family I had. The house seemed empty without Cake's loud singing while she made her world famous spaghetti, or the occasional joke from Adrian, that usually had everyone on the floor laughing, awaiting the next eagerly. BMO came from downstairs. The only reason he was welcomed into the sanction was because he wasn't human. You plugged a USB into his head, popped the other end into a TV, and boom, game system.
"Ooh! Soccer just told such a funny joke! Wait... Where are Cake and Mono?"
"They moved today, remember?"
"Are you not sad?"
"A little, but it's not like they're gone forever."
"Oh! When do they come back?"
"We will go to them, when they claim me."
"What if you go to TPT?"
"None of the princes would want me, I'm not going." I mumbled. A knock on the door interrupted my self deprecation party.
"Are you Miss Fionna Mertens?" It was a AAA guard
"Yes, why?"
"Who is that?" The  guard pointed to the green boy next to me.
"My BMO, sir. Like the game system?"
"Oh, yes, it mentioned a MO in the residence. We are here to sign you up for the TPT Selection."
"Is it the 18th already? Wait one moment while I clean up." I put on the mandated plain white shirt, brushed my hair in the state mandated ponytail, and wiped my face, just to prove to the guard I was wearing no makeup. He took the photo and checked to make sure all information was updated.
"Does my sister's fiancee count?"
"Not till they get married."
"Oh, okay."
"If that's all, I will be leaving now."
"That's it."
"Have a good one, Miss."
"You too."
  I guess I should explain why I live like this. We live in a society where people are separated. You have three kingdoms, King Confection Gumball, King Flameo Hotman, and King Marshall Lee Abadeer. They each rule a kingdom, The Candy Kingdom, The Fire Kingdom, and The Kingdom of Nightosphere. The first two have sons, Bubba Gumball and Fiero Hotman, the last was a young king, who's father died many years ago. He'd been king since he was eight, but his royal advisor, Simone Frost, a childhood nanny of the king, took care of most royal duties. Just like every girl my age who is waiting to be claimed, I was currently living in the Sisterhood Section. All males lived in the Brotherhood Section, and all complete families or people under the age of 16 or over the age of 21 lived in the Completion Section, unless they were unmarried with family in another section, like Cake. This was to keep relationships from happening, as that would interfere with the selection process for the TPT.  If a female was found to have a partner, double execution.  The paperwork took a while, plus the wedding, so I figured I would be here about about a half a year. In three days, to represent the three kingdoms, we would learn which three women were to be a part of TPT, a three month training program where three women were to be trained in the royal ways, and sent to see if the princess in training was compatible. If not, she is sent to live in the Completion Section, and was not a part of the selection process any longer.  I plopped onto my couch, letting my mind wander to different places.
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"Too tall, Too young, too dirty. Oh, her, she looks perfectly suitable. Yes"
"I don't like her, she looks a little grown up for me. Ooh! Her! She's my princess. Pretty, pretty, lady. Yes."
"Meh, She looks like no fun. What a pretty little thing. I want to mess with her. Yes."