"You okay?" Its been six hours since the unveiling and Zataras starting to get anxious, her face buried in her hands. She let one hand down so she could see me.
"Yeah, yeah i'm fine its just i'd never thought it'd be you and me to be playing loves drug. It's just so insane- I can't." She didn't finish her sentence and she didn't have to. we both knew if we both were chosen, we'd have to face the horrors together. I smiled at her mischievously wiggling my eyebrows.
"So which are you hoping to be matched with for the first week?" She snorted. The committee gjves you a compatible match until you are able to get your own.
"So we might die to in a horrible death, together, and your concerned about the boys?" I laughed.
"Aren't you?" She rolled her eyes. Her pale white skin shone brighter today, probably from sweat and fear, and her brown hair seemed more damp. Her gray eyes lit up like fire, waiting to put out. She looks nothing like me or my mother, but more like my father, I still think of him, even though i am supposed to hate him, out of shame. I remember how he used to brush my hair and sing me to sleep, the best parts of my day. She looks and acts so much like him, while i am their opposite. Both and my mother have long uncontrollable curly brown hair that always needs combing, while my sister and father have straight hair that seemed picture perfect. Me and my mother have honey like skin that never ever glowed, while they have pale skin that seemed to glow in the dark. The door burst open, and I could feel the cold air against my skin. In the arena, the weather will be different, warmer. A black man walks in, dressed like the women from before, all in black.
"You way leave the waiting room, we are ready for you." I looked at my sister, who seemed even more nervous than before. I gave her a reassuring smile, even though inside my gut was tied in knots. I got up from the small chair and held out my hand to my sister. She took a deep breath, then accepted my offer. The man shifted his head to the right, indicating for us to move. I looked back and for the first time i look at the room. The walls were gold, with small brown chairs and a round white table. The room was actually pretty ugly, beside the painting of the angel in the far right corner. I looked at her a took a deep breath, and said as bravely as i can,
"Let's go."
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Playing Loves Drug
Romance16 year old Zara Hunter was choosen to play the most dangerous game known to a teen, loves drug. Two female tributes is put in a arena with five male tributes to be put the test. Testing their agility, strength, mind, and emotions. At the end of the...
