[AU, Multi] For thirty-five girls, the Selection is the chance of a lifetime. The opportunity to escape the life laid out for them since birth. To live in a palace and compete for the heart of the gorgeous Prince Jackson. But for April Kepner, being Selected is a nightmare.
I grabbed an apple and took a bite, taking my keys from the hook next to the door and running straight outside.
"Good luck!" mom shouted from the kitchen.
"Thanks!" I yelled back and shut the door.
Cycling with one arm was no challenge anymore, and I easily balanced myself while eating the rest of the apple. I found the house easily and threw the remains of the fruit in the can outside before knocking on the front door.
The woman answered in seconds.
Mrs. Anderson turned out to be very sweet. The interview was short; I supposed the only reason for its existence at all was to make sure I was no murderer. Or egg thief.
"Can you start right away?" She asked, an eyebrow raised.
I could hardly contain my enthusiasm. "Of course!" I had worn my rain boots in case she asked me exactly that.
Their barn was enormous; it was three times the size of our own, stocked with way more animals than we had ever dreamed of owning. I blew out a wisp of air as I took it all in, my eyes widening.
With a brief securing of my white headscarf, I took a step in.
KEEP READING: FANFICTION.NET || ΑΟ3
