American History

I am a Five, dressed as a Three, who entered this castle without desiring the heart of Illea's prince. Well, I pursued this to get over from the heartbreak my ex-boyfriend gave me. But above all of my schemes, is to help my family have enough finance to support my other siblings. I am living the life of what May, my younger sister, wished she had. I know she loves food so much and that she's really into dressing herself. I bet jealousy is such an understatement of what she will feel if I show her all the gowns my maids made for me.

I am living in this palace with three amazing and gracious maids. They make gowns that can really dazzle outstandingly without anyone wearing them. And 34 other girls who are, I guess, deeply longing for the embrace of this prince that I lack interest for. Yes, I came here for 2 F's - fun and food - that'll make me forget what I had left back home. Just when I thought I can spare myself from Aspen, he showed his green eyes behind a metallic mask, yes, as a guard.

He showed up when Maxon and I had started deeply understanding each other. And from then, I began to confuse my feelings for Maxon and my longing for Aspen’s embrace – that familiarity and comfort of a family. Many people in the castle, according to my maids, have me as a bet to be the next princess of Illea. They get the tingles whenever they see us together, they say. I say, I wish he tells me that commitment – to love me, only me, with all his heart.

You were the Philippines but I was not your Spain. You were the Philippines but this time, I am America. Maxon's whole being is what I colonized, he said it so, I may not be the first but I'm surely well prepared to be his last. Follow my history, as America, as it leads to Maxon’s sovereignty over my being. I am in a series of the Selection.

He Is Memory

I bumped into a guy - his eyes are ocean blue that I cannot swim into. I dreamt of a guy - his hair is black as his shadow shows. I am seeing that guy, with my own eyes, and I cannot deny the feeling of sunny sunshine. I can see him glancing. As my best friend says, he likes you more than you do. 

Yes, I have a crush on him. I mean, who wouldn't? If it wasn't of how he present himself as a rebel, I would gladly be a friend. But then, I'm afraid he might bite me out of his fright! It started when I had a dream, so vivid that I can't be so sure if it was - I saw a guy holding the pocket of his cloak, he was deeply looking at me, as if he yearns for me - as if he knows every twinge of my bones - and in the morning when I woke up, it's like he popped out of my head and started to walk past me, with the same as what he was doing in my dream.

His name is Daniel. Nobody knew of how vivid my dreams are of him - it's like in every century, I get to see him in another lifetime; I get to see him in another persona. And as startled as I am, he was looking for me after all those stares and glances, after all those years of sneaky stares and stolen glances. I was frightened but I remembered he was always calling me some name... some familiar name that I, myself, never knew how I became so familiar of it. He always call me Sophia. What is it in her name that he can't say mine?

I am Lucy - you always see me in these chapters from different centuries, from different cities, from the same perspective. The kind of perspective where Daniel has loved me all of his life and lifetime. I was the Sophia he always calls, I was the Constance he first confessed to, I am the Lucy who was once Constance, who was once Sophia. I am the girl who reincarnates and Daniel is the guy who remembers them all. I am in Ann Brashares' novel, My Name Is Memory.