Shawn Mendes Imagines

The Selection.

Shawn Mendes Imagines

(A/N : this is a new series I'll be doing and it'll have like 4 or 5 parts !!! (it's like the bachelor and hunger games had a child !!) THE SELECTION IS THE GREATEST BOOK SERIES SO CREDS TO KIERA CASS)

(A/N : it's gonna be a pain in the ass  to always write Y/N so I'm naming the protagonist joelle !!)

Joelle

oh fuck.

it's selection season.

and everyone knows what that means!

mom is gonna make me do it!

God fuck me in the asshole because I really don't want to do this.

"got the mail!" I say as I walk through the front door of my house.

"YAY!" My mother screeches.

oh dear lord.

"JOELLE YOU'VE BEEN NOTICED BY THE PRINCE AND HE WANTS YOU TO BE IN THE SELECTION!" She screeches out once more.

"Wait what?" I grab the letter from her hands. It read:

Dear Lady Joelle,

            we've talked and talked about the 3000 selection and picked only 5 of you this year! we're proud to say that you're the lowest caste we've picked ever in the history of the selection! you are picked to fight for shawns love and for the crown! congratulations!

                signed, Luanne and the royal family.

"EEEEEEE! MY OWN SISTER WAS PICKED FOR THE SELECTION!" my sister says grabbing the letter from me.

I looked at the list of people in the selection:

Lady Lauren                    Two
Lady Camila                    Three
Lady Alaina                     Two
Lady Ariana                    Two
Lady Joelle                     Eight

Are they shitting me? an eight against 3 twos and a three?!

our castes here in Amea are un equal, there is ones the royal family, twos the rich, threes the merchants, fours the teachers, fives the scholared, sixes the workers, sevens the poor, and eight the unstable and weak.

I just so happen to be a natural born eight.

"Joe, another letter states you must be there by tomorrow at 6:00 am, we shall get your stuff and we'll start walking in the morning!" my mother says excitedly.

I run up the stairs toward my room and grabbing a small bag with my ukulele, and a frame of the family.

4:45 am

"Joelle! Let's go!" My mother says, getting her coat on.

I run down the stairs and put my ripped jacket and my worn out shoes.

It must've took 1 hour to just walk to the Royal Castle and honestly,

it was worth it.