The Games

1.

It was on January 13, 2016. I was currently in school in the 8th grade, and at this point I was already in my Algebra class.

My second period was Algebra, and it had just started. Everything was going fine, but until the drum sounds started to play. I wasn't sure, but I bet you could hear it all over the school. Some drumming sounds playing over and over again. Then one of the Deans walked in asking if everyone was in the class. It was Mr. Stan. He had his brown hair brushed down, he had a white and grey collared shirt. As well with some black pants.

"Is everybody here?" He asked.

My Algebra teacher responded with, "Yes."

He asked for the following names.

"Alan, Janiza, Jordan, Alondra, Joselyn, and Anaja."

I got up and looked around the classroom. Everybody laying their own eyes on me. Feeling pressured as if presenting a project by yourself. I formed a line behind him, looking around the classroom to notice the other people he had called. They were all my friends, we all knew each other. But at the moment it felt awkward. I saw Janiza walking her way to the line. She was wearing her blue glasses at the time with a blue shirt that read, "Love," with blue pants. I also saw her black hair, with highlights being the color of blood red. I then saw Jordan. He was wearing a plain blue shirt, with grey shorts. He also had his puffy, curly brown hair. Alondra was on her way. She had her black hair down, with a grey shirt underneath a blue sweater, with khaki pants. Joselyn was arriving to the line as well. She was wearing a Wonder Woman crop top shirt, with blue pants, and her brown curled hair. Anaja was a black girl who was wearing a purple dream catcher shirt, and blue shorts, with her hair being in a ponytail.

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As we were making our way outside of the school, Mr. Stan then started to take us out to the field but at the same time, he pulled out a needle from his pocket.

"What's that?" Jordan asked.

"Your trackers," The Dean responded.

"Trackers for what?" Janiza asked.

"Trackers mean to track you," He said.

He then proceeded to inject the needle into all six of our arms with some green liquid. He then continued walking, and so did we. We all arrived at fences and see about 8 people, standing on some type of podium. I turn around and see Jordan struggling to get past the Dean.

"Jordan, stop!" I yell.

Jordan stops and turns around and says, "What?"

"What is all about?" I asked.

"What, you guys don't know?" The Dean asked.

"Know what!?" Janiza yelled.

"The Games," He replied.

I stood there unable to do anything, but to let my senses say, "You're weak." I tried to come back, and I started to laugh.

"What's so funny?" The Dean asked.

"This whole situation, it's so bogus," I said.

"You might think it is, but to others it's very important," He said giving me a smiling grin.