Chapter 1
"Raven, hurry up, you're way too slow! It's actually starting to creep me out."
My eyes fluttered and I looked around, until my eyes met Carter's. Carter was almost in all of my classes, and went with me wherever I went, along with a few other people. She has grey eyes that seem to follow you wherever you go, and short blonde hair that just brushes against her jawline when she walks. I wouldn't say she is the type of girl that wears skirts, or jewelry, but she always wore a heart shaped necklace that fell down to her hip-bones that she refused to take off. She says that it's from her mother (supposedly) but I say nothing, because I'm afraid she'll punch me if I say otherwise. Whenever she is nervous she fiddles with it and wraps it around her fingers and hands, and sometimes gets tangled, but it's hilarious to watch. She is a funny girl, and I love spending time with her, but people are starting to get a little annoying. We're getting to that age where whenever a boy and girl are friends, people automatically assume that they are dating. People act like boys and girls cannot be friends unless they are dating. Honestly. It's annoying. Every time I walk down the hallway people say:
"Oooooo, Raven has a girlfriend! Finally, he can kiss someone other than his mother! Oooooooo!"
...It bothers me. But Carter doesn't seem too troubled about it...so I guess I shouldn't be that angry.
"RAVEN! HELP! It's Dalton's team!" I heard voice coming from the left and sprinted down the tunnel. I don't mean to brag, but...I'm a fast runner. It WAS what I was trained for, after all, that and combat. I was surprised at first when Carter called, because she isn't typically the type to call for help, and I thought it was a joke. But when I stepped into the big open area, where the tunnel came to a fork, I saw Carter pasted to the wall, with a small boy standing before her, and a few others gathering. I knew better, but, I couldn't help it.
"Carter!" I shouted. And they were upon me. Tearing at my hear, and scratching at my face, trying to get a good grip of my body that shook them off like flies.
"Carter, can you move?" Still shaking them off of my body.
"Raven, go. Save yourself," *sob* "before they get you, too!"
...oh well.
"okay," I said, "I was getting tired of winning this game anyway," and started to walk away.
"...WAIT! Where do you thing you're going?!" She said, exasperated. "I was kidding! K-I-D-D-I-N-G! Hurry up, and get me the HELL outta' here!"
I fake sighed, "Why didn't you just say that from the beginning?"
"Sorry, to interrupt your...conversation? Anyway, you should probably get going. I already set up the detonator that we were told to set up when we finished," I turned around and found the small boy that was standing in front of Carter when I had made my entrance.
"...just to let you know." He finished,he was indeed small, but not as small as I thought he was from afar. He had thin petite fingers, the perfect finger type for sewing...a weird thought. He had platinum blonde hair and big brown eyes, that seemed to suck you in, like a portal of chocolate fudge.
"Wait!" I said to him after he began to run, " what do you mean 'after you've finished', you still haven't gotten my flag," I said reaching in my inner pocket to confirm my suspicion.
"Oh, but you see," he said holding up the yellow flag of my team, "I already have. Now, it's just a race to the finish." Then he sprinted off at incredible speed.
"Hey!" I said running after him. I rummaged through my pocket and found a slip of cool medal;the handle to another flag. I pulled it out and found a green flag, in the place of my team's yellow flag. It must be the boy's flag...sneaky. He swapped the flags, but I have no idea how he could have, with such incredible speed, that I never would have noticed. I was now sprinting at my full speed, and I could just see the end of the boy's feet as he turned each corner.
As the last corner was turned, I had caught up to him, and we were now both headed for the finish. It was so close, the opening to the tunnel was getting brighter and brighter. But I would not stand for a tie. I used up the last ounce of my strength to propel myself forward and using both feet to push off on the boy's head to reach the finish. I was soaring, I was flying, then I was facedown in the ground with a mountain of dirt in my mouth. When I was flying through the air, he grabbed my ankle and pulled me down, and using the same strategy I had, flew forward, except leaving me with my face in the dirt.
He flew towards the finish, and landed with finesse, where all of the failed participants and teammates waited. He proudly cheered for his team along with his members, and held up the flag. But the flag was no longer yellow, It was green, and it was a fake.
All eyes turned towards me, as I smiled and held up the real green flag, and said spitting the dirt out of my mouth, "gotcha."
