The Selection (Selection - Trilogy)

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    With that, people stood and started moving like nothing had happened. Some people even looked bored. Except for the faces of people like Lucy, it seemed everyone took the attack in stride, as if it were to be expected.
    My room had been ransacked. Mattress on the floor, dresses pulled out of the closet, the pictures of my family torn up on the ground. I looked around for my jar, and it was still intact with its penny inside, just hidden under the bed. I tried not to cry, but my eyes kept welling up. It wasn’t that I was afraid, though I was. I just didn’t like that an enemy had put their hands all over my things, had ruined them.
    It took quite a while to set things right, since we were all so tired. We managed, though. Anne even found some tape so I could put my pictures back together. I sent my maids to bed the moment I got my tape. Anne protested, but I wouldn’t have any of it. Now that I’d found my ability to command, I wasn’t afraid to use it.
    Once I was alone, I let myself cry. The fear, even though it had mostly passed, still had a hold on me.
    I pulled out the jeans that Maxon had given me and my one shirt from home and put them on. I felt a little more normal this way. My hair was messy from the events of the night and most of the morning, so I pulled it up into a casual little bun on the top of my head, pieces falling down around my face.
    I set the fragments of pictures on the bed, trying to figure out which ones went together. It was like having four puzzles’ worth of pieces all in the same box. I had managed to put only one together when there was a knock at the door.
    Maxon , I thought. Please be Maxon . I threw the door open hopefully.
    “Hello, dearie.” It was Silvia. She had a little pout on her face that I supposed was meant to be a consolation. She scuttled right past me into my room, then turned and took in what I was wearing.
    “Oh, don’t tell me you’re leaving, too,” she whined. “Honestly, it was nothing.” She wiped the whole incident away with her hand.
    I wouldn’t call it nothing. Couldn’t she tell I’d been crying?
    “I’m not leaving,” I said, tucking a hair behind my ear. “Are others going home?”
    She sighed. “Yes, three so far. And Maxon, dear boy, told me to let anyone who wants to leave go home. Arrangements are being made as we speak. It’s so funny. It was as if he knew girls would be leaving. If I were in your position, I’d think twice before leaving over all this nonsense.”
    Silvia started walking around my room, taking in the decor. Nonsense? What was wrong with this woman?
    “Did they take anything?” she asked casually.
    “No, ma’am. They made a mess, but nothing’s missing as far as I can tell.”
    “Very good.” She walked over to me and handed me a tiny portable phone. “This is the safest line in the palace. You need to call your family and tell them you’re fine. Don’t take too long, now. I still have a few girls to see.”
    I marveled at the tiny object. I’d never actually held a portable phone. I’d seen them before in the hands of Twos and Threes, but I never thought I’d get to use one. My hands trembled with excitement. I was going to hear their voices!
    I dialed the number eagerly. After everything that had happened, it actually brought a smile to my face. Mom picked up after two rings.
    “Hello?”
    “Mom?”
    “America! Is that you? Are you okay? Some guard called to tell us we might not be able to get ahold of you for a few days, and we knew those damn rebels had gotten through. We’ve been so scared.” She started crying.
    “Oh, don’t cry, Mom. I’m safe.” I looked over at Silvia. She looked bored.
    “Hold on.” There was a bit of movement.
    “America?” May’s voice was thick with tears. She must have had the worst day.
    “May! Oh, May, I miss you so much!” I felt the tears rising again.
    “I thought you were dead! America, I love you. Promise me you won’t die,” she wailed.
    “I promise.” I had to smile at such a vow.
    “Will you come home? Can’t you? I don’t want you there anymore.” May was practically begging.
    “Come home?” I asked.
    I felt so many things. I missed my family, and I was tired of hiding from rebels. I was getting more and more confused over my feelings for Aspen and Maxon, and I didn’t know how to handle them. The easiest thing to do would be to leave. But still.
    “No, May, I can’t come home. I have to stay here.”
    “Why?” May