2 years before the Selection
I was in the gardens taking some pictures of the roses until the alarm we use when the Northern or Southern Rebels attack.
So I ran inside trying to look for a safe room. You see I live in a young nation call Illea. Its actually a kingdom run by my dad King Clarkson Schreave. Since Illea was born we dealt with rebels attacks and they have two groups, The Northern Rebels which is not that bad because they sometimes injured the gurads who is trying to catch them. The Northern Rebels usually don't kill people only injured or they are looking for something but I don't know what it's. I try to tell Dad but he never listen to me or allow me to make my own decision. Dad have this #1 rule Mom and I had to obey and allow him to make his own decisions. Excuse me I'm 17 years old I can make very mature choices of course Dad lecture me and told me he got it under control. Yeah right but I didn'tcomplain I just obey him. Like I was saying oh yeah the Northern rebels must be looking for something since they love searching through the rooms in the palace. They always go to my room since I replaced a lot of cameras over the years. Oh I'm into Photograohy.
So is definitely they are looking for something.
The second group is the Southern Rebels they are the deadest group in the planet. They don't attack very offen is once or twice a year. Once they attack some of Dad's bestest guards die protecting us. I guess the Southern Rebels want us dead? Because they are interesting in killing.
Oh yeah that it. Dad usually flipped when one of the rebel's groups attack. He hates the rebels and once Dad got the rebels under control he is going to punish them (he is going to put them to death).
I was running so fast. I didn't even notice I bumped into a rebel girl.
We both collied to the floor. The girl had pretty red hair like honey sun and roses all together. Her eyes were icy blue to balace her flamy hair. Lips are light pink and of course she wear a black tank top and a leather jacket with a black mini skirt with leather boots. And of course she carried a weapon ready to harm me.
My heart was beating really fast and my cheeks turn red.
"Hi," I said awkwardly. She turn to look at me and roll her eyes.
So I took the risk again, "what is your name?" I asked.
"I'm America, and what is yours?" she asked. America huh? What a beatiful name? I wish I have a name like that. She must have see me blush and she is waiting for a answer.
"Nice to meet you America, I'm Maxon " I said as I got up and gave her my arm. She put her hand on my palm and I lift her up.
"Thanks," America said.
"Anytime?" I flirt.
She gave me a deadly glare. Oh she doesn't like boys flirting with her because my cheek turning even redder than before.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't know you like guys to flirt with you?" I apologize and put my head down feeling guilty. Real smooth Maxon! Real smooth! No wonder girls your age doesn't like you? I thought.
America must felt bad and said, "I should be the one to say sorry! I was being mean while you were being nice to me."
"Its okay we're cool."
"You have to go."
"Alright, well bye."
"Bye."
And I ran to our family safe room.