Sent Away: A Selection Novel. [Discontinued]

The Letter

Be aware I️ wrote this when I️ was 11 years old so watch out. Might continue tell me if I️ should!

I plodded through the front door of the small apartment my family lived in. After kicking the door closed I blew a piece of my deep blue hair out of my dull grey eyes.

"Sissy, sissy!" my little sister Clara yelled as she pulled on my dirty pant leg. "There's a big letter on the counter for you!" She moved her hands emphasizing on the 'big' word.

"Ok, ok I'm coming!" I said with amusement. Sometimes I just wished that she could have a mama and papa. The stupid bastard left after OUR mother died, I thought about it as I shook my head. When I walked into the small kitchen that was only about three meters from the door there was a cream colored envelope on the table.

"Open it! Maybe it's from the Royal Family, maybe they want me to be a Princess there!" Clara spun trying to look as elegant as possible, I chuckled a bit before looking back at the envelope. I decided that there was nothing to loose as I ripped open the envelope it smelled of fresh books. I opened the pa per which had my name on it in cursive, something I would never learn how to do. In neat print I read the note attached to a packet,

Dear Nalia Roslin of Sumner,

You are eligible to enter the selection, girls between the age of 16-21 that is. If you are accepted and you are not of the age you put on your form you will be eliminated immediately. Inside you will find a form of questions, that you will fill out TRUTHFULLY. We hope that you may enter for the selection

Sincerely,
The Royal Family

Lies. They probably had their, Royal Advisors, to do it. I mentally scoffed at this, just as I was about to dump it a hand grabbed my wrist firmly.

"Oh no you don't sis. You are entering no matter what I don't care if you have eyes for someone else. You probably won't make it either way but, we need the money." Nathan pleaded, I could see the sorrow in his eyes. He wanted to give us a better life, and the only way is for me to enter. If I even make it that is.

I sighed giving up, "Fine, but even if I do get selected I am getting sent home the first week. Those arrogant scums don't want low caste people anyway." I mumbled the last part looking down at the crisp paper in my hand. I walked to the cot located on the left side of the living room. I sat down and got to work:

Age: 18

Height: 5'6

Caste: 'Of course they added that.' I thought. 5

Appearance: Deep blue hair almost looking black, and grey eyes with streaks of violet.