The Disney Selection

Chapter One

~~~~~Anna~~~~~

"Are you crazy? You can't marry a guy you just met!"

"Not if it's true love! And I will meet him! I'll get to know him for weeks IF we get married."

My sister and I were having an argument because I wanted to be in The Selection. The Selection is a lottery that almost every girl in our country enters. Only a couple of girls' names are drawn. The winning girls get to enter a competition in which the prince of our nation picks one girl that he is in love with to become the princess and later the queen.

"Elsa, this is my life! I don't want to be locked away forever! And just because I'm entering The Selection lottery doesn't mean I'm going to be picked!"

"Anna, you don't understand. If you win, your life is going to be planned out for the rest of your life, you'll hardly get to see your family, and I'm afraid you might turn into one of those snobby rich girl."

"Elsa! That's not going to happen! Anyway, the prince is going to be Hercules. Oh, is he hot! You're getting a little jealous, aren't you? Hercules and Anna: that has such a nice ring to it."

Elsa's cheeks turned bright red. "Anna, whether he's attractive or not isn't the point! The point is that the whole competition is ridiculous. I would never enter it."

"That's okay because you don't have to," I said.

Elsa looked at me suspiciously. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that I entered your name for you!"

"You did what?!? Anna, how dare you enter me without my permission!"

"Elsa, don't worry! The chances of getting picked are so unlikely! There are millions of girls to choose from!"

~~~Vanessa~~~

'What's this?' I mumble to myself while shuffling though the mail.

I gasp. It's The Selection envelope.

I run for the phone and quickly dial a number.

"Hello?" The other line says.

"Malificent! Did you get the envelope?"

"Yes! Are you going to enter?"

"Um, duh. You?"

"No. It's not really for me. Besides, I have other plans."

"What plans????"

"It none of your business."

"Sorry for asking." I smile to myself. "There's no way I won't win."

~~~~~Belle~~~~~

I got a letter to be in the selection. They have SO many books. I'm just entering just for the books. I don't care about Hercules.

I fill out the form with my name and other information. On the letter, it says to arrive to town hall to get my picture taken tomorrow. I remind myself to do that.

The letter asks for caste number, and I write in three. I owe my interest in books to my caste. Most of the threes are educators, which I hope to be.

~~~~~Rapunzel~~~~~

What is this?? Is this what I think it is? No, it can't be. It the selection letter. I feet like I could make a gallery just for Hercules. I feel like I could flip out, but I can't because I'm stuck in a house with my step mother. And she doesn't want me there. She'd rather have her daughter be in the competition.

~~~Pocahontas~~~

"What's that?" I ask.

My father had suspiciously hidden a slip of paper in his coat.

"Nothing," he muttered.

"Let me see," I snatched it from him and read it.

"The Selection..." I whispered.

"Pocahontas," he said. "I know that you want to join this to get us rich, but I will not allow it."

"Dad, I have to at least try."

He sighed, then smiled. "Pocahontas, you have your mother's spirit, that's for sure. I'll allow you to try. After all, what are the chances of you getting picked?"

~~Ariel~~~

"Oh Daddy! Please let me go! You would let my sisters do it if they had the chance," I said to my father about The Selection.

"I will let you go, Ariel," my father replied.

But I don't know if I actually want to. I want to be out of this house and not practice constantly.

Ever since my mom died, my father wanted me to practice and earn money. But I want to be more than a five. I feel I could be more than just a singer. I want to be something that could make a difference. I don't actually want to be in The Selection. I just want to be a role model to younger people and inspire them.

~~~Elsa~~~

I can't believe Anna entered me into The Selection. How will I conceal my powers if I get picked? The whole country will know! But somehow Anna convinced me to take the picture for The Selection and send it in. Now, Anna and I were sitting side by side in front of our television, waiting for the girls who were picked to be announced.

"And now for The Selection!" The TV announced. I crossed my fingers and hoped it wouldn't be me while Anna hoped it would be her.

"Here are our young ladies:

Aurora Rose, a five!

Wendy Darling, a four!

Ariel Triton, a five!

Snow White Herz, a seven!

Belle Pétale, a three!

Vanessa Ottarmet, a two!

Rapunzel Corona, a three!

Esmeralda Gitan, a five!

Cinderella Pantoufle, a six!

Megara Agápi̱, a five!

Pocahontas Chief, an eight!

Anna Arendelle, a four!"

At this, Anna squealed with joy. I was shocked, but I gave her a huge hug and told her how happy I was for her.

The TV continued.

"And lastly- wow! This is a first in The Selection history! Sisters! Elsa Arendelle, a four!"