Sixth Grade

Anticipation

I was sad. I really wanted to get straight A's in 6th grade as I did every year, but thins year, grades would be based on how many times you were hit, stabbed, or if you in fact died or not. The day of preparation passed quickly and the next morning came.

I dressed my slim and muscular figure, brushed my red-brown hair, and look at myself in the mirror. I know that I can survive this. My brown eyes hold the determination I feel.

My neighbor, Vanessa, rang my doorbell. I took one last look at my outfit. It was traditional gurella clothing made to blend in with the forest. I rushed the door and opened it. Vanessa and I had been friends forever. Well, since kindergarten. She was wearing a green hoodie over a brown shirt and jeans. She smiled and said,"Ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be." And together we sauntered off to our looming deaths.

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Vanessa, Alley, and I had trained together and we planned to team up and use our various skills put together. We all knew a lot about almost everything to know about survival but we had our specialties. Mine was battle, weapons, and strategy. Vanessa's was how to find food and cooking. Alley was extremely quiet in the woods and great at recon and also knew how to heal wounds and sicknesses with common herbs found on the streets or forests. Together we were going to be extremely hard to beat.

Earlier, I had reviewed the rules in my mind and found there was no rule prohibiting weapons in the arena. As a result of my discovery, I had a pistol and extra ammo on my belt and two daggers in each of my boots. I had merely decided to play it safe.

The door to the school building opened and a tall man walked out. As they would say in one of the classics, the Hunger Games, the games were about to begin.