A Selection? I've to host a fucking Selection. Mom and Dad are in sane. I already have a boyfriend and the love of my life. Frantdy Leger. He's a guard like his father Officer Leger. Sometimes my boyfriend in put on guard at my door at night.
I was in the dinning hall putting up a argument with my parents about the whole Selection thing.
"But Mommy and Daddy. I don't want to marry a stranger." I complain and cross my finger across my chess.
"Timarie. Think about opportunity. You get to chose your own husband. Instead of me marrying you off to a prince." Daddy said and sighed very upset about my argument.
"I'm not doing it!" I scream
"You're doing it!" Daddy argue back.
"Maxon don't be hard on her. She is just upset. We let her think about it." Mom assure him. Yeah right you think I'm doing. Well I'm not. I said in my head.
"Please Timarie when you get a chance please think about it." Mom plead. I nodded and got up.
I ran to my room tears coming down my face. I don't want to do this. I'm only 17. I'm not ready for a husband. The only one is for me is Frantdy. But I don't think Daddy is going to bless the marriage.