Short stories!

The Universe Tournament

Anna's PoV:

"Anna, stop doodling please. I've told you at least 30 times now." My teacher, Miss Mackins, says. 

I look up from my drawing to the class. I can hear my friends John and Fatima talking behind me about the latest new video game. Lucky for them. Miss Mackins never tells them off for anything- she seems to only hate me.

 I silently put my drawing away and rest my head in my hands. It was nearly half-term and I couldn't wait for school to be over. Absent-mindedly, I twirl my chestnut-coloured hair around with my finger. Only a few more days till freedom.

Suddenly, there is a stiff rapping at the door. Oh no. The headmaster.

"Come in!" Miss Mackins calls out in her usual chirpy voice. The headmaster walks in, dressed as though he were going to a formal meeting. He walks briskly to the front of the classroom, his beaky nose high in the air. "Please may I borrow Anna Williams, John O'Dale, Fatima Khalid and Alexander Korman?" 

I am shocked. Why does he want me, as well as my friends? Surely, we weren't in trouble- the only bad thing I do is doodle in class, but surely it can't be that bad. I cast a nervous glance at my friends and, to my relief, they look just as confused as I am. The only thing annoying me is that Xander's with us. He's like that one person everyone hates but doen't knows everyone hates him. He wears designer- brand clothes and styles his hair and walks around like he owns the place. But he is sorta cute.... Wait eww what am I thinking?

I slowly get up, trying to ignore the fact that everyone is giving us the 'you're in trouble' stare. As I walk out the door the headmaster puts an iron hand on my shoulder as if to steer me in the right way. His way.

He leads us through the corridors speaking as he walks. "Well, children, you might be wondering why I summoned you from your class. I could have chosen anyone else, but you four seemed to be the most worthless of the 300 children that roam these corridors. Where I am taking you, you must not breathe a word of to anyone." He snorted arrogantly. "Of course, that would be easy for you, Anna Williams."

I try not to get angry. He didn't need to be so horrible about the fact I couldn't speak. I had been mute ever since I was born, but it still angers me when people were rude about it. At least he isn't mocking me though.

He carries on talking. "If any of you even try to escape, there will be consequences. Dire consequences. So follow me."

He leads us down the stairs and through the door into the one corridor that no students are allowed to enter. Some of the older kids say we're not allowed in because it's haunted, but I don't believe that. After all, who would?

As we walk, I stay close to Fatima and John, as if being close to them would protect me somehow. Then again, we had nicknamed ourselves the Three Musketeers. 

Fatima leans over and whispers into my ear, "What on earth is going on?"

I shrug my shoulders helplessly.

The headmaster walks over to a slightly dilapidated door. It looks like a stationery cupboard of some sorts, but I know it isn't. He pushes it open and leads us through it.

For a moment, all I see is a black void, before we are enulfed into a world of colours.

Alexander's PoV:

Honestly, just as I thought my day couldn't get worse, the head calls us out for no apparent reason. Like, jeez, what's your problem? And now he takes us to a place no one's ever been before? How cliché.

So, anyway, he leads us through a door into a portal thing. When we come out, I was shocked. We were in a huge arena, where creatures of all different shapes and sizes were scattered around, training, talking and doing a load of other stuff. One of them looked a lot ljke my sister in the morning (take that, Amy!)