The Luna Choosing Game

In camp two, the girls were chasing any prince. It didn’t matter which one. These ambitious girls just wanted to be Luna. Olivia and Linda were firmly in this camp.

In the third camp, where I belonged, the girls were here involuntarily. Perhaps their parents wanted them to engage in a political marriage, or perhaps they were simply chosen and couldn’t say no. These were the quiet ones, like Susie, and definitely the minority.

One of the more curious girls asked, “What do you think of the rule that we aren’t allowed to flirt with

anyone other than a prince?”

“Who else would we flirt with? A guard? Don’t make me laugh!” said another girl.

“Some of the Betas are handsome,” said Susie. Many people, including me, glanced at her with surprise.

When she noticed, her whole face tumed red. Her gaze dropped to her lap. “Never mind.”

I thought it was terribly unfair to the girls. So many of us here for just three boys. But I kept my opinion to

myself.

I could practically hear what they would say, What is the point of this if not for the princes? Or, no one

got to be Luna by flirting with a guard.

previously whisper–hissing at each other too quiet for anyone

their argument was rising

considered front–runners by the other girls.

confident and beautiful.

argued,

it seemed, had intentions for

said. “I have told you that, time and time again, every

propose this foolish alliance.”

Olivia. My suggested alliance was

from being

for the same reason he would

yourself. Any prince you pick

if you bellave

am? Nicholas is the prince for

of Nicholas’s choice in all this scratched

prize to be won

waming you, Linda.

Nicholas belongs to me,

outrage spiked and I stood so

Nicholas is a person! He