Alissa
I tap my pencil on the desk impatiently and wait for the guard to come back.
I ended up getting arrested for assault instead of instead of breaking and entering like I planned.
I was pissed. Don't judge my tactics of anger relief.
The door finally opens and I look up, and see a burly man in his late thirties sit down un the cair in front of me.
Aw shit.
"Alissa?" He asks and I feel my jaw tighten.
"Don't wear it out." I mutter through gritted teeth, vemon dripping in my words.
He raises his hands. "Look, I know I screwed up but-"
I twist and punch the wall, leaving a fist sized dent.
"Don't. You. Dare." I hiss as he stares at me in shock, his eyes flickering from me to the dent in the wall.
He nods quickly, pulling out a file. "I understand that you wanted to enter the Competition. If you sign here-"
"Yeah yeah yeah. The risks. Listen, I get beat up for a living, whatever they can dish out I can take."
His moss green eyes, identical to mine, fill with shock as I sign my name and get up, heading to the door.
"Alissa, let me help you."
I freeze with my hand hovering over the handle. Anger courses through me so strong I'm surprised I don't see red. I try to keep my voice steady, but a quiver of fury enters it.
"You lost that opportunity 7 years ago, Nick." I growl, and slam the door shut behind me.
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Arena
Actionshe rolls her eyes and holds up her fist. I give her a questioning glance, and with an exasperated sigh, she opens her fingers. I gape at her and glance down at my hand, because she's holding out the ring that I know was on my finger a second ago. w...
