Love is Worth Fighting For - A Selection Fan Fiction

Chapter 7

POV: ANNABELLA
I looked in the mirror. Black skinny jeans, white button up. I slipped on some black flats. I walked down stairs. At the door was my mom and dad. My mom glared at me. My father however, embraced me in a hug. I hugged him. No words needed to be said because, no one was going to be missed. My parents wouldn't miss me and I wouldn't miss my parents. I walked out to the limo.

The drive was quiet. I thought of my actions this week. Going to the store and buying sweets. Wearing my hair in a ponytail. I spent time cooking. I hung out with Lisa a lot. Every morning at five thirty, my mom would wake me up and slap me in the face about ten times. My face is red and has been all week. It probably won't go away. Yesterday, she hit me with her nails and made my cheek bleed. She really wasn't excited about me being a rebel.

We reached the town center, by the mayor's office. I got out. When asked to give a speech I agreed. "As I go through this selection, I just want to make sure you know that no matter how much makeup you wear, you don't get any prettier," I said as I looked at my mother. I waved goodbye and got in the car. I have one more rebel plan, win the heart of the prince, and keep it. My mother wanted me to win the heart of the prince, then leave him. It would hurt the prince, which would hurt the queen and king. All she wanted was for Maxon and America to suffer.

Since I was in Angeles, I didn't need a plane. I was in the car alone. When we reached the castle, I met up with three other girls, Chelsie, Elaina, and Josie. They were clearly from poorer families. They didn't even say hi. They avoided me. As we walked down the  aisle we were greeted by civilians. They cheered, held signs, and stared at us. At least half of them had my name on them. I smiled, and kept walking. The other girls shook hands and signed autographs. Queen America did something similar. I tried not to be a copy cat, for I wanted to stand out. I was the first one in the castle, and they directed me towards a chair. The stylist asked if there was anything I specifically wanted. "Yes, I want to take the dye out of my hair. She agreed. Afterwards, she trimmed it. I loved it. Blond with darker blond highlights. All natural.

I was the first one in, and last one out. Even though I looked gorgeous in a white and gold day dress, I was still nervous of how the other girls will treat me. I seem like a brat, and now that I changed my whole appearence, they'll think I'm trying to stand out. Honestly, I just want to get rid of makeup and fake colored hair. I don't care what they think, I just hope one person  will be my friend. Not likely to happen however.