Danganronpa: B R I T P O P

HIII KIRSTY

"Shit I almost forgot," the bear continued "peter andre, ultimate Oasis Fan" he said pointing to a short girl with blonde hair at the back of  the room. Everyone looked at her. I was weary of her. Although she seemed interesting you can't trust anyone in the killing game. I walked up to her because she needed to see that I am a threat. "Hello peter" I said walking up to her                    "oh hi, damon," she said,  "you interested in this killing game? I'm sure being the ultimate arrogant you'd have some strong opinions!" although this was completely true I felt offended.      "Yeah it's alright, and I'm sure being the ultimate oasis fan you have crap music taste right?"          "Christ" she said taking a few steps back from me before completely walking away. Maybe I was a little too harsh but I don't think that was fair. I walked away into a dark corner surrounded by bright red drapes and slouched against a wall. I saw someone nearing me. Well crap this is when I die, I thought. A tall man walked up to you "helo i am jarvis, ultimate fashionista, idiot!!" he said. I stared at him. He had so much nerve talking to me! Calling ME an idiot, "well hello," you said, "I'm damon, and i'm NOT and idiot, we are in a killing game, fuck off and stop making yourself a target. Idiot" I snapped back at him.                                                                                                        "well we all have labs, so check yours out it has beds in to and that's where we are meant to be sleeping!," Jarvis told you calmly "oh and did you hear about peter?"                                                        "No what happened, is she ok?" I asked. Oh god... I was shook with dread, I hoped she did not die she seemed so pure and just so.... kind.                                                                                                               "Well I think she might be emotionally hurt but other than that." Jarvis replied                                       "So, What happened?" you asked relieved                                                                                                                  "So she asked out Liam Gallagher.... " He responded "but got rejected"                                                       "Oh shit" I said. 

It was currently 9 PM and I was tired. I opened the doors to my room and it was equipped with four beds and multiple instruments. Each of the beds had a mattress and a black duvet neatly placed on top. Above each of the beds was a name label. The first bed had my name over the top:  DAMON ALBARN, ULTIMATE ARROGANT. My bed was closest to the tv so I was constantly reminded of TV licences. The next bed along had my friends name written above it: GRAHAM COXON, ULTIMATE SCET, I felt comforted by the fact I got to share a room with my fellow bandmates, although that gave them the potential to murder me. The third bed had another of my bandmates name on it: ALEX JAMES, ULTIMATE TORY. His ultimate seemed off to me, I just couldn't trust it. And lastly at the very end tucked away from the rest of us lay Dave's bed. I tucked myself down in the bed and tried to sleep, although it was difficult to knowing it might be my last.......