Guess who?

Chapter Two

(Authors note: just a warning, I have a severe attachment issue with my books so this story might have a lot of chapters)

Emery rolled over, twisting in her bed. Wow, these sheets are uncomfortable. She stuffed her face into her pillow. Wait, no, that's not her pillow. Emery pushed herself up briefly with her arms, studying the beige pillow sheet. Weird...

Suddenly, the events of yesterday rushed back to her and she shot up fully, gazing around at what looked like a normal hotel room. A suitcase presumably filled with her stuff sat next to her on the floor by a nightstand where her phone was charging.

Emery was lying in a king-sized beige and white colored bed. There was a dark gray carpet and white walls, and there seemed to be a bathroom to the right. A mirror sat on a dresser directly in front of her. Emery examined herself in the mirror: Messy brown hair, tired eyes, and a night gown on. 

"Waaait," Emery said to herself, tugging on the gown. Wasn't she wearing a red shirt? And jeans? Oh well. Collecting her stuff in a hurry, she walked to the door. She took a deep breath and started to open the door, but it was stuck fast. She jiggled the knob for a good minute, then tried kicking it open—to no avail.

Emery then resorted to screaming for help. "SOMEONE HELP ME! IVE BEEN KIDNAPPED! PLEASE," She begged, fake crying. Well, that didn't work. 

She turned on her cell phone and scrolled through her contacts until she found what she was looking for. She clicked 'call' and it started ringing. "Mom?" She murmured when the phone picked up.

"Im sorry, ma'am. I think you have the wrong number." "No, no, this is right. I have it right here," Emery began to panic. What was this?

A new voice spoke. "Ms. Rose, if you need anything please call the front desk," "Call using wha.." She trailed off as they hung up. She searched until her eyes found the landline across the room. It wasn't a normal one, though. It had 3 buttons: Front desk, service, and a number 3. Emery clicked the one that said front desk and pressed the speaker to her ear.

"Hello, Ms. Rose. How can I help you?" "Where am I?" Emery asked calmly, twiddling with the wire. "You haven't figured it out yet? I was told you were one of the smart ones," The lady on the other line said.

"Uh, no. I haven't, actually. You see, when someone gets kidnapped by police and thrown into a hotel room, they tend to get a bit mixed up," Emery snapped passive aggressively.

"I see you're not a morning person!" The lady chirped and began typing something into her computer. Emery waited. "Ah, well. I assume you've heard about the latest Population Control Contest?" "...Yes. What about it?"

"Well, we've chosen 50 random contestants and you are one of them! Congratulations!" She cheered. She began saying something else but Emery wasn't listening. Contest? No, that can't be right. No. She's only 17, she can't die. What about mom? "Mom," Emery choked, not realizing she was hyper ventilating. "Excuse me?"

"My mom. I need to speak to my mother, Katherine Rose," Emery breathed into the phone. 

"Im sorry ma'am. We don't offer that kind of service, but when we announce it we'll let you call her as one of your three phone calls." "What..?"

"You get three phone calls before the game begins, just incase you, y'know. Die." The lady sounded very happy on the other end of the call.

"Oh. Okay," Emery mumbled and hung up without asking any further questions. She thought about how she never even imagined being in this situation because there's almost 10 billion people in the world, why would she get chosen? Here we are, though. About to die in the next 72 hours.