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.

been previously whisper–hissing

argument was rising in

considered front–runners by the other

confident and beautiful.

argued, it

had intentions

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

propose this foolish alliance.”

Olivia. My suggested alliance was only offered in an

from being needlessly

you best for the same reason he would

yourself. Any prince you pick would have

your flattery if you

“How will you be Luna when I am? Nicholas is the prince for me. With him

all this scratched at my nerves. They acted like

to be won and not a

waming you, Linda.

Nicholas belongs to

outrage spiked and I stood so fast,

is a person! He doesn’t belong to