Love is Worth Fighting For - A Selection Fan Fiction

Chapter 8

POV: CHARLES
Thirty-five girls were down stairs waiting to go meet me and I up here had to have guards blocking every way downstairs, even ones I don't know about. Good thing I get to meet them in a couple minutes.

The clock couldn't move fast enough. I planned the order of the girls. I planned questions I would ask. Still, I had three minutes left. I straightened my tie,  combed my hair. Still, I had two minutes left. I layed on my bed and counted to one-hundred. I stared at the ceiling.

Someone knocked on my door. I practically ran to open it. My mom and dad were on the other side. "Ready?" my mom asked. I nodded ecxitedly. My mom and dad errupted in laughter. "Time to meet the ladies," my dad said just as excited as me. My mom looked at him, "I'll be watching you," she said warningly. He laughed nervously.

Me and my mom and dad linking arms behind me, walked down the stairs. I walked in the ladies room. It was silent all of them taking me in. I heard sighs. At least they think I'm hot, I thought to myself. "Welcome ladies, I hope you've enjoyed you first day. I'll call you over and we'll have about five minutes to talk. Let's start with Annabella from Angeles," I stated confident. I scanned the room for brown perfect hair and layers of makeup. Instead the girl who stood up had blond hair and not a trace of makeup. "I'm sorry, let me say that again, Annabella from Angeles," I said. "That would be me," the mysterious girl, who claimed to be Annabella said from beside me. "Well let's get started. Oh dear, what happened to your cheek?" I said noticing the scab down her cheek. "My mom hit me," was all she answered. Her mother hit her. How could a mother hit their daughter. "I don't mean to pry but, details, details," I pleaded. "Well, I've lived a posed life all my life and I thought that my last week at home for a long time should be a good one. I went against all my mom's rules such as wearing pants, wearing a ponytail, buying junk food, staying up late, and worst of all cooking. Every morning I was greeted with a series of slaps and one time, my mom got so furious that she dug into my cheek with her nails," she answered. It hit me like lightning. "I didn't take you as a rebellious one. One more thing, why did you dye your hair and get rid of makeup?"I questioned, finding this girl more interesting by the second. "I think your looking for, why I took the dye out," she answered, " My mom has always thought that blonds look dumb, so she dyed my hair brown. I like blond hair better so I dyed it back. As for the makeup, my whole life she has told me that my face is so ugly and I go all my father's recessive genes. I absolutely hate makeup and it makes me feel fake. So I decided here, I was going to be myself even if that ment not wearing makeup." I looked at her astonished. "Anything I can do to make her pay?" I asked. She smiled playfully, "maybe," was all she answered. Without even being dismissed, she got up and left the room. I think I'm going to like her.

Next I called for Shana Reid. She walked gracefully towards me. Her pink  dress flowing behind her. She was beaitiful, but not like Annabella. Annabella was beautiful, like and angel from heaven. You take one look and have to have more. I shake the thought away, I can't get stuck on one girl because, well, maybe I can get stuck on one girl. I snap out of my thoughts to see her deep into a bow. I look down at her and see so much cleavage I'm scared for life. "Hello, you can stand up now," I say. "Yes, my dearest prince," she responded. Ew. What did she just call me. Between this and her reviling  dress, she is out. "Um, I'm sure you are a very great person, and I am very sorry to say that, I think it's time to go home and find yourself  the guy made for you," I say half sad half rejoicing. She bows again and leaves without a word. From here on out I have them call me Charles. They think it's so special, but in the end, it all is the same to me. I go through all the ladies. All of them try to show off about themselves. I miss the daring honesty of Annabella, so maybe I'll  have to go get some. I kicked out ten girls for what Shana did because it disgusted me to the point of gaging. "Ladies, all of you have made it and I am excited to meet you more. Please enjoy dinner and feel free to wear pants anytime except reports," I said as I walked out of the room. Annabella needed to know the pants rule and I really needed to see her.