My legs trembled hitting the sides of the chair as my limbs constant chatter continued, to say I was nervous was a complete and utter understatement. We were in the schools main hall but it was so completely different and unrecognisable because of the game. Five sound proof walls split the hall into rooms, each room holding a student, a senior female student, my room, was number three.
They say three is an unlucky number, it probably was, the student body will probably come crashing through saying it was a joke and laugh at the fact I was so ignorant to believe people had actually voted me to play the game or it's not unlucky, either way I didn't expect many boys to come in.
My eyes roamed the room once again, the only thing, the only detailed that made it my room and not one of the other girls rooms was the tiny puddle right beside the small table. I think it would have been more embarrassing wetting myself rather than tripping over the table leg crashing down and taking the glass of water with me, half of which ended on the floor, the other half leaving a wet patch right beside my armpit, resembling Mr.Greenwich, on a bad, humid, sweaty day.
Apart from the table and the chair at which I'm sat, there was nothing else in the room, it was plain and bare.
I wondered how long I had been sitting here, 10 minutes maybe 20, why was it taking so long, yes they had to round up every boy who had put there names down, but there were only 5 girls and on average around 4 boys put their names down for each girl so that would make about 16 guys, excluding me, no one was coming in my room.
Drifting back to that same thought, why was I here? The game started with a voting process, and originally 10 girls are chosen and then for 5 weeks a girl is voted off, and after 5 weeks I was still here?
My train of thought was disrupted by a turning of the door handle and the faces of the boys behind the door.
