CHAPTER SIXEven though the school is huge, it would be impossible to get lost on the way to The Selection: everyone seems to be headed there.
I fall in with the throng of students, the two girls having basically run away from me before I could ask them any more questions. The air crackles with the kind of energy you only get from shoving several hundred teenagers into a space together. I press onto my tiptoes and search for Brynn, but it’s impossible to tell if she’s around.
The crowd surges through two giant open doors across from the cafeteria. It’s some kind of gym, with banners hanging from the rafters and bleachers lining the walls. At the far end, a raised dais sits in front of a closed door. In the corner, trophies gleam in a glass cabinet. The whole place is steeped in ceremony
