Ok, so I was thinking about when America told Maxon that he should try being thrown in this 35 other guys all fighting over one girl. This was the result.

America and Maxon were talking. Again. This time it was about the future of the country. They had been married for 20 years, and now had three children. Starlight, the oldest, who was turning 19 in a week; Izzy, a lovely 15; and Jenny the baby, only 6 years old. They hadn't gotten any boys. This was the issue they were discussing.

"I think we should have a Selection," persisted America. "No wait! Let me finish! I was going to say that it needed a few adjustments."

"Like what? I don't want 35 boys fighting over her! It's bad enough when you throw girls in with each other, but boys?!No way!" Maxon protested.

"Trust me on this, girls can be just as bad as boys, have you forgotten Celeste? And I honestly think that Starlight can handle herself, don't you?"

"Good point," Maxon conceded quickly. "But I still don't think it's a good idea!"

"Well why don't we ask her and find out?" she suggested.

Starlight was dead. She had been shot… by a plastic dart."Izzy?"

"Shut up! You're dead!"

"Fine! But where's Jenny?" she shifted to a more comfortable position on the ground. "Is she still in the closet?"

"Don't know! Now shut up!"

"Starlight! Your Mother and Father want to talk to you!" Anna, one of Starlight's maids, burst through the doors.


"I don't know! But it sounded important! Do you think it could be about…" she glanced at Izzy. "The you-know-what?"

Izzy frowned, "You know I know exactly what you're talking about, Anna! Her birthday is in a week, and they have no idea what to do with her!"

"I bet you anything it is about a Selection," said Starlight, standing up and brushing off her pants. "Am I still dead?"

"No, but when you get back you are! And while you're at it, you can go find Jenny. I still need to get her before I win." Instructed Izzy. "Hurry up!"

"I will! I will!" yelled Starlight as she was hurried out the playroom by Anna. "You I need to put on a dress?" she asked her.

"No, it's informal, I think. Anyway, I bet you a… week of wearing dresses that it is about having a Selection."

"What?! No way! I'm not taking that bet!" protested Starlight, straitening her sleeves, which had become twisted from being on the ground. As they got to the door, she stopped and asked, "Do you really think they'll let me have a Selection?"

"Oh come on! They let you have almost anything you want!"

"That's because I actually know what is best for me, and what I shouldn't have! But it's not like I can control a bunch of boys!"

"Oh come off it! Of course you can! You can handle anyone! And if anyone gives you trouble, use the Shoes of Pain!" Anna wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at Starlight, like she was planning some poor guy's demise.

Starlight laughed. "No duh! Thanks see you later! Can you ask Kiki and Jo to look for Jenny? Not that they'll find her, that kid can hide in plain sight, I swear!"

"You're welcome, sure thing, and agreed!" Anna pushed her thought the door. Starlight was left facing her parents, who were looking embarrassed at something.

"What'd I miss? Were you two smooching or something? What did you want to talk to me about? What, is it about an impending Selection? I can take care of myself you know, there's no need to worry." She took a deep breath.

"You finished?" asked her mother. She nodded, becoming serious. "Good, yes this is about the Selection. Do you want to have one?"

Starlight glanced at her father. "Um… Well… I don't know if you want 35 guys running all over the palace, but I can defend myself!" She gestured to the interesting shoes that she always wore. They had tiny spikes on the bottom of the soles, three inch skinny heels, steel toes, and were surprisingly light and comfortable to wear.

"Yes, there is that, but I want to know if you want to have a selection," Maxon said, waiting for her answer.

"Yes," she replied. "As long as I don't have to wear dresses all the time and act all sweet and proper." She fingered her one inch long hair.

"Duh! We can't just let some poor guy marry you and then find out you're an absolute menace!" accused America.

"Thank you for noticing! I am a menace!" she hugged her Father. "Thank you Dad! Don't worry I'll try not to scarce all the boys away!" She smiled at her mother and left the room.

"Did we dismiss her?" asked Maxon.

"No, but I think she would have left anyway."

"Yeah, when did she get those shoes?"

"A while back, you've never seen them?" Maxon shook his head. "Oh, well they're a piece of work I can tell you! Make sure you are never on the receiving end of a foot stomp and you'll be fine."

"It's not me I'm worried about, it's the boys!" he winked and (insert epic making out scene here).

"Get a room!" yelled Starlight from the door. She laughed and left the general area before anyone could protest. This is going to be interesting! She thought. Hopefully I won't end up with a total jerk!

Don't worry, the rest of the chapters won't be this short, I just had to put something in really fast. I'll update tomorrow, probably. Don't forget to review! More awesomeness on the way!