Book one of the "Remix of Me & You" series!
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For twenty-five girls all around the country of Riverdale, the Selection is the chance of a lifetime. It's the opportunity to escape whatever life had been laid out in front of them; caste's two through...
AS WE SIT DOWN ON the plane, I feel nerves filling up inside of me. In case you didn't know, being a five, we can't afford to go on planes or have cars. We can barely afford bikes. That's how life is for me, always has been and probably always will.
I take a seat by the window and feel someone sit down next to me. I look over to see that Harper is sitting down next to be, getting settled in. She looks over at me and gives me a gentle smile.
"Hi," I greet as I see two men from the camera crew board on with with smaller cameras, already recording.
"Hey," she smiles and looks down at the paper, small but thick journal, and pencil I've pulled out. "What's that for?"
"Just to talk about how this experience has already been. What I'm feeling. It's kind of like a diary, but I'm also making a letter home to tell my parents about it, minus my emotions in the mix of all this," I explain.
She nods. "Do you have any siblings?" I see both of the cameras focus in on us. "I have two sisters that younger and both super jealous of me. They have... like... major crushes on the Prince," she says and we both giggle.
Once calming down, I speak. "No, I don't have any siblings. My Mother's pregnancy was complicated with me and apparently my parents weren't supposed to have any kids, but they 'got lucky' with me. The only thing that I find lucky is that I don't have that problem my Mother has," I say.
"I'm sorry to here that, but you're able to have kids?" she asks and peaks over at the cameras.
I nod and give her a smile. "I am and I'm very happy about it. I've wanted to be a Mother for as long as I can remember," I say.
"Me too!" she says and we giggle again.
We feel the plane start to take off so we look out the window, seeing the ground getting further and further away. It's cool but it's also scary, if I'm being completely honest.
I grab my pencil and start writing down on the letter that will be going to my parents. Harper leans back in her chair and waits for the maid that is over my Paisley and Charlotte to come over. I see that they order champagne and chocolate strawberries with heart shaped sprinkles. How 'sweet'. Insert eye roll there.
Soon enough, though, the maid comes over with the cart and a bright smileB. I return the same smile seeing as she's only a caste lower than I am, we're very similar.
"Lady Harper, Lady Veronica, Hello. Is there anything that I can get for you?" she sweetly asks.
"I'll take a glass of champagne and a small plate of those Lavender and White Chocolate macaroons," Harper says and turns to me. "We can share the macaroons."
I smile and give her a thankful nod before looking back up at the maid. "I'll just have a water, please," I say.
She gives me a bright smile and hands me water in champagne like glass. "Thank you," I say and she nods in acknowledgment to my thanks as she walks back over to Paisley and Charlotte. No doubt wanting a refill on their already finished champagne glasses.
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When arriving at the airport in Angeles and we were exiting to get into the limo, there we people everywhere. There were reporters reporting, cameras filming and taking pictures, people cheering, people asking for autographs, and people holding signs with different girls names.
I smiled and shyly waved at the fans, stopping when I saw a small girl holding a sign saying "Veronica can I have a sign?". I smile and bend down, taking the permanent marker out of her hand and signing the poster. Then I gave her a quick hug before high five-ing people until I reached the end where the other girls stand.
"Good job keeping us waiting. Real good job," Charlotte snarls and I see a camera catch her words and tone.
"I didn't mean to, but that little girl looked so sweet and hopeful so I just had to. Then when I did that, everyone else looked hopeful and I knew I couldn't let them down," I smiled innocently and mentally high-fived my self. That would gain me some leverage over the others.
I continue to walk and get to the limo, soon being followed by Harper. Behind me, though, I hear Charlotte scoff and Paisley speak to her. "This girls an idiot. Being herself here? Oh goody. I think we both know she's going to be eliminated fast. You can't be yourself here. You've got to do what it takes. Her, being herself, won't be the one to make a move when the rest of us know we have to seduce him into being with us," she grumbles and when I look over my shoulder, I note that the cameras are still watching and listening to them.
I sit down with a small smile but a bunch of doubt filling up inside me. Is that how it's really going to be? A bunch of girls throwing themselves all over him? Is that what's expected of me? No. I'm not going to do that; be like that. I refuse to do so. I one hundred percent refuse to do that. I'm shy of showing off my body and not fond of the thought that people want me to do so. I'm just going to be myself, not going to pretend to be someone or something that I'm not.
I mean... if you think about it, if I somehow manage to win and I faked it all throughout the 'competition', I'd go back to being me - the way I was before the Selection afterwards. As would everyone else if they won and he'd probably regret picking me or them when he saw the real us. Then again, I don't know why having my name picked got my hopes up and why I want to win his heart. Want to be his toy until he chooses someone. A girl I know I can never be.
