Love is Worth Fighting For - A Selection Fan Fiction

Chapter 1

POV: ANNABELLA
I opened the mailbox. Inside was one envelop filled with the selection papers. I pulled them out. I stood there debating wether to throw it in the trash or burn it. Before I had the chance to even take a step my mom burst out of the house.

"Don't you dare throw those away!" she screamed at me. My mom is really excited for me to enter the selection because, she was in the last one. Ever since Prince Maxon married America instead of her, she had been planning revenge. It was her way of doing so because, I could enter the selection. I looked at her, and rolled my eyes. She ran up and ripped the envelope out of my hand.

"We are going to win this selection," she said. I followed her back into the house.

"Mom, I am actually thinking about not participating in the selection," I told her although she already knew.

"This isn't something you get to decide on. I am going to make sure you win," my mother proudly exclaimed. I glared at her.

Ever since I was born all my decisions were made by her. All I've ever wanted was to make my own decisions, wear sweats, and relax. Instead, I've gotten to get told what I was going to do, wear designer clothing, and model. Yes, I am a model, but, honestly, I've always preferred cooking and baking. My mother has other plans. Like her, she wants me to marry a rich young man. Unlike her, she wanted me to be a model. I filled out the application with my mother watching me like a hawk.

Name, last, first, middle: Jones, Annabella, Kriss
Age: 18
Hobbies: modeling, reading magazines, dancing and cooking.
Education: High School Graduate
Future Dreams: be the queen

Of course my mother didn't appreciate the cooking part, but I wrote in pen and crossing out isn't acceptable. I folded the paper in thirds and stuck it in a new envelope. My mom pushed me into my room were my "maid" helped me get ready for the picture.

When my mom came home from the selection she immediately made changes so her house was more like the castle. I just wanted a life I had to work for. Currently I don't know have to do a braid. I feel stupid. I was dressed in a navy blue, short sleeved, lace blouse. My hair was half up and loosely curled. I looked in the mirror. My reflection wasn't me. Inside, I have blond hair that's always in a simple ponytail. I'm dressed in sweats, cooking in the kitchen. This just makes me look and feel fake.

My mom drove with me to the collection spot. She had to know I actually turned it in. When it was almost my turn she got out a make up kit and started painting it on my face. I felt an inch deep in make up. I smiled for the camera. My mom was happy. In two weeks this would all be over. My mom would try and think up a new plan and I could cook again. Two weeks couldn't come fast enough.