"GET. OUT. OF. MY. PALACE. . . NOW," I started taking off my heels to throw at him if he didn't move, but he finally started running. Oh, sorry to confuse you, that was a suitor from Lakedon, Walker Taylor. He decided he wanted to bust his way into my personal time in the women's lounging room, just to tell me I should pick him for the next date or else he'd probably leave the Selection so he could get someone worth his time. So what did I do? Made his life a little easier by telling him he could just leave now. Not to mention he called me 'Eady'. Seriously? That's just disrespectful. I've only talked to the guy once. He didn't take the news very well and decided he was going to tell every news reporter how bratty I was. I told him fine, that every news reporter probably already thinks it anyways. He then refuted the conversation by telling me he was going to put shame on my name and my family. Go ahead, loser. There's already a lot shame and hate anyways. So I scared the wimpy man away. Oops? He's probably packing his bags now, good for him, he doesn't have to deal with my wrath any longer. A few hours later I got a call: ~ On the phone ~ Emerald: Princess. Eadlyn. What. Did. You. Do. Now? Me: Uhm, excuse me??? Emerald: With Woods? Seriously Eadlyn. You can't just kick anyone out like that. Me: Excuse me emerald, but last I remember busting into the women's lounging room without their permission and then calling me by first name without permission for that either? Disrespectful, and a waste of a candidate. A shame. Emerald: Whatever, You realize you still have to eliminate someone tonight too, right? Me: No? Emerald: Yes, we need to get an elimination for live tv tonight, thank you very much. Me: Emerald, when I'm queen I'm going to fire you, you know that, right? ~ Emerald hangs up~ Gosh I don't like that woman. Why do mom and dad even keep her around? Well, my plan is to eliminate Edgar still. Nobody likes dealing with corny jokes. Definitely born to be the joker, not the king. It was still early, a little after 12:00pm, so I decided to put on my tea time dress, and rung a maid to come put a braid in my hair. After I got ready I went down to the library, hoping it'd be empty. It wasn't - Taylor Turner was in there. I couldn't remember what area he was from though, I barely remember meeting him. He was handsome, tan skin, brown hair. He looked up from his book. "I'm so sorry for interrupting you, Taylor." He chuckled. "It's no problem. Can I have the honors of taking you on a walk, Princess?" I smiled,"That would be delightful." He grabbed my arm, and we were on our way. "So Princess, how might you be on this fine day?" I shrugged. "It's fine. I'm still pestered by the incident this morning." He looked confused. "Incident? What do you mean?" He didn't know? "Oh, one of the suitors, Walker, went into the women's room today without permission, called me Eady, and insisted that I should take him on a date next or else he would leave. So, I kicked him out. He was refusing to leave now, so I took my shoe and almost threw it him. Then he ran." Taylor laughed, "No way. You did that?" I nodded. "Not trying to stereotype, but for a princess, you're a rebellious one." I gave him a triumphant smile. This boy gets me. I shrugged,"Yeah. I'm not very typical." An hour and a half later we were back to the library, this boy swept me off my feet. He was everything wonderful. "So, Taylor, what are you going to do until dinner?" He shrugged,"Probably read, or go hang out with Riley or something." I raised my eyebrow,"Riley?" He nodded. The two top boys on my list are friends. Great. "Well, have fun. I'm going to go get ready to film." I went into my room where my tailorist was standing. We went to go pick my dress for filming.
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(I do not own this picture) Elegant, simple, fitting. After I was ready, two hours later, I went down to the filming room, where all the men were. 34 of them. They had all taken their singular interviews, and we got through the photo shoots with me and each boy, and now it was time for the fun part. "Alright boys, it's time for our group event. We're going to have . . . A paint balloon fight. Go change into all white clothes and meet out in the fields behind the garden." I was in white pants and a white blouse, and met all the men. "Alright, we'll split up into teams. My Mother and Father, King Maxon and Queen America, will split teams." After that was done, I was on a team with Mother, Taylor, Alexander, Charles, Tobias, and 13 others. Dad had Riley, Solomon, and others on his team. "Alright boys! Rules - Get paint on you? You're out. No head shots! Ready, set, go!!" I ran towards the buckets of balloons and grabbed one back for my team. I picked up a balloon, and aimed it right towards father, getting ready to throw it and *SPLAT* - pink paint on the ground next to me. "Phew!" I grabbed a paint balloon, scanning dads team. He only had 7 out of 18 people on his team, and we only had 6 - Me, Mom, Alexander, Taylor, Tobias, and a suitor named William. I got out Ben from dads team, and Tobias got out Father, but in that process Mother and Alexander got out too. So now it was 5 vs. 4. Tobias, Taylor, William, and me. *splat, splat, splat* Tobias got out and so did two people from dads team. 3 versus 3. *splat splat* There goes William and another suitor from dads team. So it's me and Taylor versus Riley and Solomon. Solomon took aim at me, but Taylor got in the way trying to catch it and got hit instead. So it's me versus the boys. I only had two balloons left, so I picked up one and chucked it at Solomon, getting him right in the chest. Riley versus me? Oh boy. I aimed my balloon getting ready to throw it and *SPLAT* Blue paint, right up my nostrils. I started laughing so hard, Riley looked so concerned that he hit me in the face. "THE KINGS TEAM WON!!" My Dad offered his team to come inside for ice cream sundaes, and all the boys went running in, and Mom offered her boys condolence brownies, so they went running into too. Riley was still concerned but laughing and I had hysterical tears coming out of my eyes. I had blue paint ALL over my face, it was hilarious. He came up to me and wiped his finger across my forehead, and showed me how much paint came off from that one swipe. He frowned,"Are you sure youre okay" I made a fake pouty face, "I'd be much better if . . . You got some of this paint all over you too." I took my hands and shoved them all over his face, making his face painted blue as well. We were laughing and laughing, and everything was so beautiful. I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a hug so his white clothes would be all stained and ruined by me. "Grrr!" He lifted me up into his arms and I laughed even more. I looked down and met his eyes, him looking back at me. I leaned in to kiss him, he kissed me back gently. It was everything I wanted. He placed me down and I smiled. He shook his head, "We shouldn't have done that." I was confused. "What, why?" He looked around and then tilted his head in the direction to his right. Standing there was a camera guy. "Dang! Stupid reporter. We'll be on the cover of every magazine in the country." He frowned, "I'm sorry." I rolled my eyes. "Don't worry about it. It was totally worth it. I don't care if anyone finds out. This is MY Selection. I pick who I want, not the public." I grabbed his hand and we ducked into the library so it could just be the two of us. I kissed him, falling more and more for him. "Why are you spending time with me Princess Eadlyn?" I rolled my eyes,"Oh whatever! Just call me Eady!" He pulled in to kiss me again, and I kissed him back. I didn't even notice the doors opening. "Uhh Eady ..." 
