I wake up to sunlight streaming into my room. I rub my eyes and check the clock. 8:02. I start to freak out, then remember that its Saturday, my day off. I lay my head back down and start to doze off again when I remember the the letter on my desk. I sigh and get up to grab the form. I stare at it for a fore minutes. Should I enter? I finally decide that if I enter, we can certainly use the money.
My pencil rolls to the side slightly at I grab the form from in the envolope. I look at the questions and start filling out the form with a slightly shaking hand.
Name: Claire Brooks
Age: 17
Height/weight: 5'5; 103
Hair: Curly, Light brown.
Eyes: bright green
I fill out a few more questions, then slide the form back in the envolope. I look through my closet, finding slightly torn jeans and a green shirt. I put my hair up in a loose bun and walk into the hallway. I sit down for a quick breakfast. "So you entered?", my dad says. "Yep, and I'm ready to go.", I smile and quickly hop up after gulping down some cereal.
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As me and my dad arrive at the post office, I notice all the elaborate outfits of girls in high castes. I stare at the long gowns, very low necklines, and caked on makeup of the girls. I laugh a little in my head. These girls look ridiculous.
We stand in line, and suddenly, it's my turn. "Please step in front of the backdrop. This will only take a minute.", a bored, dull woman says. I nod and step in front of the white backround. I smile and hope I don't look to ugly.
As the picture is printed, I study it for a minute and shrug. It's okay. The envelope becomes a bit heavier as I slide the bulky picture into it. I slip the envelope into the chute and walk outside to the waiting car.
"How did it go?", he says as I step into the car. I shrug a bit,"Pretty normal as far as those things go." he hits the gas and we start back towards our house.
My brothers sit idly around the house. "Sup.", I get a nod from my youngest brother, Al. "Nothin.", I answer, walking back towards my room. I sit down on the floor, opening a book.
It seems like only minutes before my brothers yell for me to come and watch the report. I frown and get up, closing my book and lying it on the small shelf in my room. I smell popcorn as I walk out into the small room.
I nod to my dad as i sit on the couch. I take the bowl of unbuttered popcorn from the greasy hands of my 12 year old brother. He whines a little in protest, but turns his attention to the tv as the report comes on.
A few news stories about rebels come on and I frown while watching them. I see my brothers mirror my expression. We despise the rebels. They killed our mother. As the stories come to an end, a familiar face pops onto the screen. Prince Adams.
He has light brown hair and blue eyes. I chuckle as he stands in a crisp suit with a smug expression. "Spoiled brat if you ask me.", I mutter. Two of my brothers laugh as Gavril comes to the stage and delivers a tacky joke.
"Are you ready to see the new daughters of Illèa?!", Gavril said into the camera. My brothers stared at the screen in anticipation. "Ready as I'll ever be.", I say and lean back against the couch.
A few pretty pictures of blonde, blue eyes models flash onto the screen. "Anna Fredrickson! Samantha Matthews!", they say after each picture flash. The prince's reaction is shown in the corner. He remains stony faced. Letting a small smile come out occasionally.
I yawn a bit as the selection comes toward the end. The popcorn bowl empties and I get up to grab some more. As I'm walking into the kitchen, I hear my brothers screaming and shouting, my dad too. I walk back out to scold them when I notice a blurry, but familiar picture on the screen. Is that...me?
I run over to the tv screen, ignoring the loud laughter and excited screams of the boys behind me. I notice the prince's reaction just as my picture is replaced with another. His mouth is open slightly in a wide smile.
I collapse into the couch and bury my head into the pillow. What would mom say?
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Sorry for the super short chapter last time! Enjoy the book :)
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The Crown
FanfictieClaire Brooks is a normal girl. She works as a chef with her single dad and brothers as a family of fours. She never thought much about the selection. Until she got picked.
