I sat in the woman's room as I read a book, Mum, Nana and Aunt Joise were also in the room and I could hear them talking.

"The boys from Angeles are always a safe bet," I hear Aunt Josie say. I raised my attention from the book and to them.

"I don't know, I have a good feeling about Belcourt," Mum said as I realised what they were talking about. They were talking about the selected, but the selected aren't even chosen yet?

I closed my book as I walked up to my family, "What are you guys talking about?"

Aunt Josie looked at me with a smile, her sparkling blue eyes shined as she spoke, "We were discussing what province we thought might make it to the elite!"

"How?" I asked with a small giggle, "We don't even know who the selected all."

Nana nodded, "Yes that is true but this isn't anything too serious, just a discussion." A discussion, I thought over all of the different provinces, which one did I think was best? "I'm team Carolina of course."

I shook my head, "Okay, I'll be extra careful when I choose Belcourt, Carolina and Angeles. Are you guys betting on it?"

"No we are just discussing the possibility," Mum said but I could see that Aunt Joise thought otherwise.

I sighed, my family was everything to me. I hated not getting along with them, every time I talk to Jaakob I feel my heartbreak but she still love him. It hurts because I wouldn't know what I would do if Jake ever got hurt but I knew what he would do if I got hurt, he would celebrate. Maybe that is me thinking too low of our relationship but he has made it perfectly clear that he didn't care for me. I wish my relationship with Jaakob was just as good as my relationship with everyone else.

How fast the past week has gone was scary to say the least, seven days have went by and yet it barely felt like a day has been. I sat in the same place I sat seven days ago; next to my dad and brother as we watched mum go over the weekly report. My hair was in a messy plait this week, I was wearing a light shade of makeup that was enough to hide my freckles but not the tears I was sure would come.

Today I picked my selected! I should be more excited and I was excited but I was also scared this was a lot of pressure, standing in front of Illèa as I take a look at my potential husband for the first time. The selection was still my dream but I was starting to think about the theory side of it, the average person meets a least three new people per day, that's a thousand ninety-five people per year, so if the selection goes for a year for then I only have a third of a chance I do at finding love without the selection.

So according to mathematics the selection limits my chance at finding love.

Mum sat down next to me as I felt my anxiety rises as Angie said my name. I slowly walked towards the large boxes with envelopes, there were so many of them. I walked over to the box of Allens' contestants, I doug my arm deep in the box, almost falling in as it caught me off guard how deep it was. "Danny Meadows!" I said as I read out the chosen selected's name, I held up a picture of a happy looking boy with green eyes and ginger hair. The crowd broke into applauds as I tried remembering the name to the face.

Next was Angeles, a boy named Edmund Green was who I had chosen, he had black hair, blue eyes and pale skin. Then a freckled boy from Atlin named Clay Reed.

Pile after pile, name after name I chose thirty-one more envelopes until I reached the past box. Zuni was the last province, I remember in Pa's selection a girl named Olivia Witts was the selected from Zuni while for my mum's selection a boy named Winston Fields. I reached my arm in, only going halfway as I picked up an envelope, "Mexico Ayala!" I exclaimed the crowd breaking into extreme applauds.

I smiled, my nerves still there but I was happy that my dream would be starting tomorrow.