i had spent the week making small edits to my car, anything to give me a little help in this race. i was determined to win and i had so much free time on my hands what better way to use it? now i carefully drove it with a new paint job- black and red- through wheat fields. a track had been created using a combine harvester and it looked difficult. i gulped and tightened my grip.
my knuckles were quickly turning white. i clenched my teeth and pushed forward. i wasn't going to back out now. i couldn't.
a rusty barn came into view- multiple cars were running outside, left unattended. i parked right next to the gladers and got out slowly. talking was coming from inside. i opened the door in an effort to be quiet but it creaked loudly making all heads turn to me. this wasn't awkward at all.
"who the shuck is this?"
a guy with a buzz cut asked. staring intimidatingly at me. i tensed up. a large group of people were spread around a table with what looked like a map in the middle. they could eat me if they wanted and i'd have no way to stop them."i'm..."
did i really want to say 'stiles' it wasn't exactly a common name and i did not trust any of them for obvious reasons
"thomas"
my middle name. perfect."yeah no you need a new name- too bland"
the girl who had given me the adress said. waving me away. i noticed she was still chewing and for a brief second wondered if it was the same piece."uh- mischief?"
the glader driver rose an eyebrow, what? it's an old nickname.
"yeah i guess that works- here you have gladiator"
a terrifyingly tall man waved at me with a sweet smile.
"pipsqueak"
a ratty looking guy snarled my way and spat near my feet. he seems delightful"ghostie"
a girl with completely jet white hair shot me a smirk.
"runner"
the glader driver eyed me up and down. i felt like shivering- when i was a fan he seemed much more nice and relaxed. this guy had murder in his eyes."and stabby"
a sweet looking girl waved wildly at me, knives were attached to her waist. that's not scary at all...
"you're new so i thought i'd show you what the elites do before a race. don't get used to being here though- the rest of the driver will show up in a little bit"
ouch. i'll stay in this group as long as i like. i moved forward, pushing lightly past stabby and pipsqueak and stared at the map. it was the corn fields. it looked like a pretty windy course. there were ditches on certain spots and barns at others. the start was trapped by ditches so i needed to be wary.
i carefully formulated a plan in my head- a way to solidify a win. a broad smile stretched across my face as i got the missing piece. runner shot me a look. i made sure not to meet his eye, if i'm honest he terrified me.
"your crew will have places to set up here for help if anything goes wrong which i hope it does"
oh. well okay. i don't have a crew. luckily nothing will go wrong- touch wood. but suddenly i was feeling much less prepared for this. runner glared at me and stalked out- the rest soon followed.
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the crowd cheered as each racer drove up. less cheering when i did- to be fair i was completely new. probably expected to be used as fodder. unluckily for them that was the last thing on my mind.
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new life
Fanfictionstiles gets kicked out of the pack so he moves to a new city. he can't face anyone at school any more so he leaves. once there he meets a new group. a better group- they're called the gladers, after a few weeks he joins them in their illegal stre...