Writer Games: Bleeps and Geeks (FULL)

Task Two: Males

Chris Irwin

I wake up in a circle of kids, all of them are students from my school, which is oddly terrifyingly. I close my eyes again to try and tune this out. It can't be real. After the principal speaks in a shrill voice, scaring me to death, I open my eyes. Eight people fall to the ground, dead.

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Nathaniel Lee

Dear New journal,

It’s weird writing in something with no words down in it yet, but I have nothing else to write on, so this will have to do. You see, they took everything away that they told us to bring, which makes no sense. I just have the coin that I use for good luck, which I found in my pocket. This whole thing is so confusing. Why tell us to bring stuff if you just take them away? Then again, this whole thing doesn’t make any sense. 

They’re going to make us die in here. 8 of us already have. I’m sure more are going to follow. I’ll probably be one of them. I’m sure my family didn’t know that this thing was going to kill me. Otherwise I know they wouldn’t have allowed me to join. No scholarship is worth risking my life. 

It was pretty terrible, really it was. We woke up, all wearing the same thing, a white shirt and black pants, all in a circle around a table with a bunch of food and supplies and stuff. That’s where I found this journal, and the pen I’m using to write with. It looked like we were in the hunger games. As it turns out, we kind of are. Principal Thorne told us herself. Only one of us is getting out alive.

I’m in my room now, with two other people, Seraphine Martin and Seth Black, and we all agree this is a pretty shit way to punish us all. I didn’t tell an adult that someone else *cough* Seraphine *cough, was painting on the walls. Does that really deserve death? Of course not. Maybe detention, or a warning or something. None of us had killed anyone. Er, before none of us had killed anyone. Not all of us could say that anymore. 8 of us had to die before we could even get out of the freaking cafeteria. I don’t know if anyone else died between since when the doors opened and now, because I bolted at the first chance I got. I certainly wouldn’t doubt it though. 

But let’s back up a little bit. If I do get out of here, I want to have as many details as I can so I can make sure this place goes down for what it did. If I don’t get out of here, I want someone else to have as many details as they can so I can make sure this place goes down for what it did. 

So, when we woke up and heard the announcement of what was going to happen, I can tell you no one looked happy. Despite all the different kinds of people in this room, none of them wanted to kill each other. And certainly none of them wanted to die. However, survival trumped morals, and when the bell rang, they all began to run and fight for materials at the table just in front of us. Ok, not all of us ran right away. I didn’t and there were a few others who were unsure of what to do as well. We stood there, watching the others fight amongst themselves. Some of us slowly moved backwards to different corners of the room, trying to find hiding places. I couldn’t move. I was terrified. But eventually, I had to, because I saw a blade fly past my face. It was then that it dawned on me that I couldn’t just stand there or I was going to die. So, now that most people had already started moving away from the table having taken all they could carry, I moved forward. There wasn’t much left, but I did find this notebook and the pen I’m using. I also got a handful of apples and a small pillow. Like I said, there wasn’t a whole lot left by the time I got there. When I turned around with the stuff in my hands, having shoved them all into the pillowcase with the pillow itself, I tried to find somewhere to go. In doing so I had to step over three different bodies. All of them dead. It was terrible and I wanted to break down and cry right there. I held back because I didn’t want to become the next one lying there. I’m actually fighting tears now, and Sera’s laughing at me, both because I’m crying and because she thinks I’m a dork for writing in a diary, as she calls it. It’s a journal, but I could care less at the moment because I’m busy dealing with the fact that I’m going to die soon, and how she’s laughing when that’s probably the case for her too is beyond me. She’s mostly been talking with Seth, they’re much more alike than I am, so I’ve been left mostly to do whatever, which is ok with me at the moment. It won’t be as good when they have to pick who they leave behind.