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@BlueCookies4life @Muggles_Mortals   Omg—a rewrite would be literally amazing! Please consider it!!!

Now at 18 years of age, I hate it. I hate everything about it. From the girls, to the dresses, to the love. Someone loving him. Him loving someone that isn’t me. 
            
            I admit it. 
            
            I’m falling in love with him. 
            
            My best friend. 
            
            The Prince of Ilèa. 
            
            I’m falling in love with Percy Jackson. 
            
            Someone I shouldn’t love, someone who doesn’t love me, someone out of bounds, someone never meant to be. 
            
            Well that is…until I found a loophole.

The Selection has always been a source of conflicting emotions for me.
            
            I was merely eight years old when I first learned about it, having just one female companion and a best friend who happened to be a well-respected boy. Back then, a small, unknown crush was beginning to bloom within my beating heart. Oblivious to such feelings, the idea of 35 girls vying for his love truly intrigued and excited me.
            
            As the years passed, my feelings about The Selection underwent a transformation. At twelve, my growing affection for him grew stronger, and along with it, I developed a sense of disdain towards the whole concept. Despite now harboring two crushes, the prospect of numerous girls coming to our home still held some appeal. However, the fear of him falling in love with someone else became a constant dread. 
            
            My sentiments towards The Selection took a turn for the worse when I reached the age of fifteen. Once captivating, the concept and idea faded into detestation as I began to despise it wholeheartedly. The simple thought of him falling in love with someone else became an agonizing thought I couldn’t bear. Why? What changed? Why did the notion of love stab me so deeply? Well, the answer lies in the midst of a certain perilous encounter, when he became the one I shared my first kiss with. 
            
            It was in his room when it happened. The air filled with tension as the blaring alarms of the Rebels sounded, shattering the tranquility of the royal palace. Swifilty, they stormed in, leaving us trapped and powerless to escape. In that moment of desperate uncertainty, I found myself turning to him, driven by an inexplicable force, and together, we shared a gentle yet fiercely impassioned kiss. The world seemed to collapse around us, and in that fleeting moment, I believed our fate was sealed. But destiny seemed to have other plans, and the incident of our attraction was never mentioned again.  (Will continue it on the next sub message)

@Percabeth4lifexx agreed : D

thank you

@LoveBo (DON’T READ THIS. YOU WILL BE KISSED ON THE NEAREST POSSIBLE FRIDAY BY THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE. TOMORROW WILL BE THE BEST DAY OF YOUR LIFE. NOW THAT YOU STARTED READING THIS, DON’T STOP. THIS IS SO FREAKY. Say your name 10 times Say your moms name 10 times Say your crushes name 10 times Send this to 15 people. If you do this, your crush will kiss you on the nearest Friday. But if you read this and ignore it, you will have very bad luck. SEND THIS TO FIFTEEN PEOPLE IN 143 MINUTES. WHEN YOUR DONE, PRESS THE SPACEBAR AND YOUR CRUSHeS NAME WILL APPEAR IN BIG LETTERS OH THE SCREEN. THIS IS SO FREAKY BECAUSE IT ACTUALLY WORKS). p.s hehehehe!!!!

@LoveBooks151515 
            For some reason I cant

@itzpjohoo copy it then go on different people’s conversations and I paste it