Chapter One: It's Just Another Day

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Alice's POV


I woke up roughly around 6am, drenched in sweat. Mind spinning, I slowly rise. I attempted to drink some water, but it seems I've forgotten how to. It drips out of my mouth. I can't do anything. I can only breathe and look around my room. To the right of me, dusty books, piled up in alphabetical order. Next to those, was a broken night stand. The left was of me, was a teddy bear and my glass of water.

This isn't my room.

Damn those nightmares. Stupid voices, controlling my mind. I looked at my clock, 7:41 AM. Time to get ready for another painful day.

I pranced around my room, listening to my favorite music. Music that kept me going, alive even. I looked in my dark closet. it wasn't dark because of my lighting, no. It was dark because of the color. I love dark, mysterious colors. Perfectly matches my soul.

I picked out a Guns N Roses, black v neck tee, and some sweatpants. I raced downstairs, grabbed an apple and my bag, put on my black converse and left. I can't drive yet, unfortunately.

I walked down the sidewalk, looking at the growing, green trees. Wondering if they'll be as beautiful forever. A bird squawked, shaking me from my thoughts. I noticed a nest, high up above, with tiny baby birds chirping away happily .

My phone buzzed in my pocket, a loud ringing noise playing.

Shit, ten minutes till school starts


I ran as fast as my long legs could carry me. Reaching school ground with 5 minutes to spare. I decided to draw under my favorite cherry blossom tree. I opened my bag, took out my sketching book, pencil and earbuds.

I plugged my earbuds into my phone and clicked iTunes. I scrolled until I spotted my playlist. I clicked on Friend, Please and proceeded to draw my emotions out. Halfway through my song, a girl approached. Not just any girl, an overly popular, too much ego kind of girl.

"I see you showed up, emo freak." She laughed, flipping her perfectly straightened hazel hair to the side.

"Hello to you too, Andressa." I scoffed, still looking at my drawing of a black nothing.

"So, emo fag, whatcha drawing?" She asked, eyes widened at my drawing. She coughed, awkwardly and left. Muttering only something a bat could hear. The bell rang causing me to drop my phone.

I got up, put everything away. I perfectly imitated an invisible person, silently stalking my prey which in this case, meant my locker. I reached my goal, and opened my locker. I took out my English books and started walking to my very first class of the day.


I was stopped, once again by Andressa.

"What's the hurry, depressed shit?" She said, examining her nails. I came up with the best thing I could.

"Don't you have a boyfriend to go Andress on?" I starred hard into her eyes, making her flinch. I stopped starring, and looked away. I felt a sharp pain in the left cheek.


Did that bitch just slap me?

I rubbed my cheek, once again starring into her eyes. My words cold and harsh, "I would advise you to leave, before things escalate to a whole other level." I noticed a teacher moving our way, faster than usual. Uh oh, this means trouble.

"Andressa, Alice. Gym, Now!" She screamed, followed by a "Girls these days." Under her breathe. I've had too much attention on me today. My anxiety can't handle this. I followed the teacher, keeping my mouth shut. Remembering how cold and harsh my voice was. I regretted ever speaking.


We reached the gym in under 3 minutes. I looked around and something caught my eyes. 'Forbidden Games! The choosing is today! 3 unlucky students!' I stopped breathing for a split second.

I took my place, next to nobody. Eyes open, full of fear. My mind went to all sorts of conclusions. I assured myself, why would they choose me and 2 others out of 379 students? My luck was most certainly not on my side.

"Alice Vernane, Cloveress Moriq and James Sanders!"

The crowd cheered. My world went to panic as me and two other students, did I mention that I hate, walked towards the stage. I was ready to die. I've been ready to die, but not in this way.


What is the Forbidden Games?

*Point out mistakes pretty please*

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