The Selection (Selection - Trilogy)

Marlee and me in the corner and quickly walked over.
    “What did you guys do on your date?” she asked abruptly.
    “Hi, Tuesday,” Marlee said cheerfully.
    “Oh, hush!” she cried, and turned back to me. “Come on, America, spill.”
    “I told you.”
    “No. The one last night!” A maid came to the corner and offered us tea, which I was prepared to take, but Tuesday shooed her away.
    “How…?”
    “Tiny saw you together and told,” Marlee said, trying to explain Tuesday’s mood. “You’re the only one he’s been alone with twice. A lot of the girls who haven’t seen him yet were complaining. They don’t think it’s right. But it’s not your fault if he likes you.”
    “It’s completely unfair,” Tuesday whined. “I haven’t seen him outside of mealtimes, not even in passing. What in the world did you two do?”
    “We … uh … we went back to the gardens. He knows I like it outside. And we just talked.” I felt nervous, like I was in trouble. Tuesday’s face was so intense, I looked away. When I did, I saw that a few girls at nearby tables were listening in.
    “You just talked?” she asked skeptically.
    I shrugged. “That’s it.”
    Tuesday huffed and went to Kriss’s table, urging her to tell her story over again, quite energetically. I, however, was stunned.
    “Are you okay, America?” Marlee asked, snapping me back into reality.
    “Yes. Why?”
    “You just look upset.” Marlee’s brow furrowed in concern.
    “Nope. Not upset. Everything’s great.”
    Suddenly, in a move so swift I would have missed it if they weren’t so close, Anna Farmer—a Four who worked land for a living—reached up and slapped Celeste across the face.
    Several people gasped, including myself. Those who missed it turned around and asked what had happened, most notably Tiny, whose high voice pierced the quiet left in the room.
    “Oh, Anna, no,” Emmica said with a sigh.
    The moment after it happened, Anna slowly comprehended what she’d just done. She would probably be sent home; we weren’t supposed to physically assault another Selected. Emmica started tearing up while Anna sat in stunned silence. They were both farm girls and had bonded early on. I couldn’t imagine how I’d feel if it was Marlee suddenly leaving.
    Anna, who I’d only met in passing, had always struck me as an effervescent creature. I knew there was nothing in her that would naturally seek to harm another person. During a large part of the rebel attack, she’d been on her knees in prayer.
    Undoubtedly, she had been provoked, but no one was sitting within earshot to prove that. It would be Anna’s word against Celeste’s as far as any exchange of words went, but Celeste would have a roomful of people who could back up that she’d been hit. Maxon would presumably be urged to send Anna home as an example to the others.
    Tears welled in Anna’s eyes as Celeste whispered something to her and swiftly left the room.
    Anna was gone before dinner.

CHAPTER 17
     
    “W HO WAS THE PRESIDENT OF the United States during the Third World War?” Silvia quizzed us.
    This was one I didn’t know, and I averted my eyes, hoping Silvia wouldn’t call on me. Luckily, Amy raised her hand and answered. “President Wallis.”
    We were in the Great Room again, starting the week with a history lesson. Well, more like a history test. This was one of those areas where it always seemed that what people knew was varied, both as far as what was fact and just how informed they were. Mom always taught us orally when it came to history. We had pages and worksheets to master for English and math, but when it came to the stories that made up our past, there was very little that I knew for sure was truth.
    “Correct. President Wallis was the president before the Chinese assault and continued leading the United States throughout the war,” Silvia confirmed. I thought the name to myself. Wallis, Wallis, Wallis . I really wanted to remember this to tell May and Gerad when I went home, but we were learning so much, it was hard to keep it all straight. “What was their motivation for invading? Celeste?”
    She smiled. “Money. The Americans owed them a lot of money and couldn’t pay them back.”
    “Excellent, Celeste.” Silvia gave her a doting smile. How did Celeste wrap people around her finger like that? It was so irritating. “When the United States couldn’t repay their massive debt, the Chinese invaded. Unfortunately for them, this