The One (A selection aftermath)

Chapter 1

Everyone says I have my mothers hair and my fathers eyes. When I was younger I claimed that everyone was crazy because I was sure that my hair was MY hair and my eyes were MY eyes. But now staring into my lite up mirror surrounded by maids frantically applying makeup I truly see the resemblance.My red hair cascades down by shoulders and falls on my mint green dress. Gold eye shadow lays on top of my brown eyes.

" Ready, Princess Maple?" Karren, one out of three of my maids , ask.

"You could say that." I mumble back

" Nervous my love?" a male voice says.

I whip my head toward the door and find my father standing there in his usually uniform.

All my maids bow in his presents

"King Maxon." They praise.

My father nods in their direction grinning.

"Your Mother wants to speak to you before your announcement."

Tonight I tell Iléa who is going to be in The Selection this year. I already went through the papers of 35 boys. A couple caught my eye.

One of them can't escape my mind.

Jacon, is his name.

Brown hair sweep to the side and freckles scatter the bridge of his nose and checks.

But he would have been the 36 so no Jacon.

"Maple? Are even listen, love?" My father swings his hand in my face.

"Oh yes,umm-"

"Maple!" My mother exclaims rushing down the hallway pass the black tarp covering a hallway. I asked Karren once , about what happen, but all I got in reply was a violent head shake.

"I will leave you her with your mom. See you in a couple of minutes on Iléa Capital Report Star" he winked then gave my mom a kiss.

I turn away and start making gagging nosies.

"Okay.Okay. I will leave now." He shuffled down the hallway with his back shaking from a chuckle.

"Follow me dear."

My mom leads me down a hallway lining the black tarp.

I have the urge to ask about it again but decide against it.

At last we reach too French doors leading to the garden.

I swing them open welcoming fresh air knot through my hair.

We sit down on a cement bench designed with flowers.

"We only have a few minutes so listen close."

I state at my mom with surprise from the urgency in her voice.

"Your father has been very worried about this Selection. Bad things from outside rebels had happen last year.

But don't let this chaos effect would will be The One. Do you understand? Follow your heart. do what's best."

I search her eyes for clues about what she is hinting on.

Deep down I have a feeling she is talking about Jacon.

But even deeper downI have a feeling she is talking about about something else.

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It was easy.

All I had to do I look into the camera and say the names if the 35 chosen boys.

It should be easy.

But it's not.

I am already halfway through.

"Mr Lance Joy of Carolina, three,"

My voice booms across the focus crowd.

32

"Mr Grant Loon of Paloma,four,"

33

"Mr Trey Follion of Jacksonvillie,two,"

34

"Mr Harris Styles of Paloma,four,"

35, last one.

I glance down at my paper and read the name Sam Gollipo.

Jacons name could be there instead.

Sorry Sam.

"And Mr Jacon Rogera of Folli, two."

I steal a look at my parents and see their surprised faces.

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Later that night as I slip into my pale pink nightgown I hear a faint knock on my door.

I rush to the door and see a guard that I have seen patrolling the hallways.

"Princess Maple," he bows.

"Can I help you?"

He looks behind him and leans in, "Jacons wasn't on the list was he?"

I leap back in suprise.

A guard should be eavesdropping on the chosen boys!

"Yes.." I say unsure.

"Wise choice my dear. Wise choice."

Then he stalks off back into the shadowed hallway.

My mind might have been playing tricks on me but I swear I saw him walk behind the forbidden black tarp.

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