When Bad Meets Worse

Chapter 1

A/N:

hello so im new. just found out about this wattpad thing a few days ago. so um this is my first ever story and i got my inspiration from the hunger games by suzanne collins (awesome series)

The first few chapters are kinda slow but please bear with it coz it needs to build up the whole thing

im open to criticism. well enjoy

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When Bad Meets Worse

First of all, let me introduce myself. My name is Sersha. Sersha Evans. I am sixteen years of age. I am about five foot eight and have dark brown hair. I have violet eyes and a somewhat muscular physique. Probably not an ideal build for a young girl.

I am not beautiful, nor do I care about being beautiful. My skin is pretty tanned for someone who spends most of his or her life indoors. Having always loved the warmth of the sun, I would be frequently found in front of a window on a sunny day, trying to soak up as much sun as possible.

I am an only child, but not the only one living in the mansion. I have no pets and am home schooled.

I come from a rich family. The filthy rich kind. Like those everpresent freakishly rich families in dramas. But this is no show. It's my reality. a harsh one.

Why is it harsh, you ask? Allow me to explain. There are ten of us. Ten stinkingly wealthy families - the McKenzies, Jaids, Leevs, Browns, Ronans, Carters, Drewsons, Olearys, Salonees and us, Evans. The rich is all about money, right. Well there is this "society" that holds all our cash. I mean all of it. Every last cent. so we are pretty much in their power.

In order to keep our wealth, we have to bade by their rule. One golden unbreakable rule - participate in their games.

Their game goes like this: All ten families are required to have a child born on every alternate leap year. That is to say, one child must be born every eight years. No exceptions. It goes for all ten of us.

Now these unlucky offsprings are contestants in these games, whether they like it or not. And they have a single purpose: Kill the other contestants.

So these kids grow up training. Working their butts off to learn skills that should not to be taught to them at such a tender age. Skills like learning how to use deadly weapons.

Majority of these contestants are geniuses (too bad for the rest) so they learn twice as fast as any other child. by the age of ten, they are already learning complex stuff like the quadratic equations and what nots. Not that that kind of knowledge is vital in the games, of course. So generally more time will be put into physical training.

The point of the games is for the entertainment of the higher ups.

For each games, the higher ups will choose a neighbourhood high school at random, and send the ten contestants to this school when they are teenagers.

No-one knows how the other contestants look like. Nor do they know their names (they have fake identities). Basically you get dumped in a school and among many inoccent students, you know that there are nine thirsting for your death.

Nine others you know next to nothing about.

Oh the creativity of sick, rich people.

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If it wasnt obvious enough, I am a contestant. Okay maybe it wasnt obvious but im saying it now. I am a contestant in the 2016 games.

I grew up in a huge mansion and was born with a silver spoon. I could have all the clothes, toys, and shoes I wanted. I could have pretty much anything I wanted. I could have led a perfect princessy life.