The weeks of preparation were terrible. Well half terrible. The Check Ups and Interviews were the most fucked up thing I have ever done. But The Battles and Beauty were amazing.
The Check Up was just a bunch of shitty questions and a little bit of x-rays and physical checkups. The doctor was pissed at me for punching the alphas daughter. So was Madeline. But that bitch had it coming, she deserved it.
The Interviews were the same fucking thing! Just a bunch of shitty questions I answered for a week. Some of the questions were asked twice, once in the Check Ups and once in the Interviews! I mean this is just poor organization. Even I would have organised this shit better! And I'm 17 fucking years old.
The Battles were awesome for a change. Finally something that was fun. Day one was a day of questions. But questions like, what's your favourite armor, or, how much pain can you tolerate, or, what's your favorite weapon. The question weren't boring. They were quite awesome.
Everyday of the Battles after that, it was fighting. Different kinds of fighting. Like one day would be swords, one day would be physical combat. And so on. It was my favorite week.
The Beauty was fun as well. I was never rich so I never had the choices that I had at The Beauty. All you had to do was type in the color and item and you got millions of different choices. It was heaven.
Day one was Casual. They had me pick out 20 different casual outfits. Duh. It was different. I never had time for casual stuff so I didn't have many different outfits at home.
Day two was Sports. On that day I had to pick out 10 different sport outfits. Like things I would wear to the gym, on a run or at the park. Again, at home I didn't have this many different outfits. And everything was a top brand. I loved that day.
Day three was Fancy. They had me pick out 5 outfits I would wear for like a fancy dance or if I was on the red carpet. I never had real fancy outfits anyway. So this was like clothes heaven. I touched the silk like it was royalty. I never ripped anything. I was extremely careful with everything I touched.
Day four, five, six and seven were the same. Well they had topics but it was the same in the sense that I did the same thing just for different subjects.
Day seven was a little different. We got our books. The books were made of everything we had said in the I, everything we picked out at the Beauty, what I achieved at the Battles and all of the physical facts that are discovered at The Check Ups. All of that shit in one place. Then the men can see who's in the run this year and who they might be soulmates with.
Everyday we would go back to the hotel and sleep there. In the mornings we would all get up and go to the building of the week. But tonight was the last night I will sleep in this bed. After tomorrow I will either be back at home, in the situation that my mate isn't there this year, or I will be at a new pack with my mate. It's weird.
I've known that I might have a mate after tomorrow but now it feels real. It's hard to describe. It's like when you move. You know it's going to happen but it only feels real when you have to start packing and getting all of the shit you need for the new country and house. The new cars I'd you are getting one.
Good night sweetie and tomorrow you'll have to get up earlier than before. I'll just wake you. Madeline's voice pierces my thoughts.
I just nod in approval and that I heard her. She leaves the room and I'm left with my thoughts. The last thing I remember before falling into my usual nightmare, is thinking:
Tomorrow is the day.
The day of my doom.
Or maybe the day of my new
Beginning
