This one's kind of specific but lemme lay it out for you.
I'm a klutz. I've always been one and probably always will be. (If you need proof, I banged up my knee today real bad from curling and I've cut my foot twice from falling off a bed and biking with flip flops on.)
Anywho, because I'm wearing a long dress and most likely the death trap that we like to call stilettos AND there are so many levels in the palace, I'd trip down the dam snack bar stairs.
WAY TO GO LUNA! YOUVE ONLY BEEN IN THE PALACE FOR LIKE SEVEN HOURS AND YOUVE ALREADY INJURED YOURSELF AND HUMILIATED YOURSELF.
And with my luck some jerk-face would be on the stairs, too, so she'd laugh and be like "wow. you suck at this whole walking thing." And I'd be like "yeah I know you don't need to remind me." And then I'd just run (as fast as I can in those death trap shoes) and collapse on my bed and just kind of have a mini cringe attack.
This had nothing to do with the Selection process at all but I can so see myself doing this.
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If I Were In The Selection
FanfictionAs a girl who wished she could be a princess but is far from prim and proper I'm constantly wondering what if be like in The Selection series by Kiera Cass.