"So, how's that story going?" I ask. A look of panic crosses over Kevin's eyes. It washes away so fast, though, that I could hardly tell it was there.
"What story?" he asks. He raises his eyebrows.
"The story about me," I say. He nods.
"Oh. That story," he says. He nods slowly a couple times.
"Did you forget about it?" I ask. He quickly shakes his head.
"No. Of course not," he says. I nod.
"Well, why did you seem to forge about it?" I ask. He shrugs and picks at a loose thread escaping his red sweater.
"I didn't. I just have a lot that I'm working," he says.
"Well, what else are you working on?" I ask. He shrugs and keeps his attention on the string.
"Stuff like my experience in the palace," he says.
"Oh," I say. He nods and we sit in silence for several minutes.
"Celia, would it be okay if I publish your story?" he asks. My eyes move away from the spot I was staring at on the floor to his. His eyes have a determination in them that he hasn't shown before.
"Sure," I say with a smile.
Short chapter, I know! I'm sorry about that but I couldn't think of anything else to add here. Please comment and vote!
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The Princess (The Selection)
FanfictionBook 2 in this series. (See below) Celia Ann Shreave is the daughter of Maxon and America. She just turned 18 and has to marry in order to keep the crown. What happens when she hosts her own Selection, making her the first female to ever host their...
