Given a Second Chance (Hiatus)

Bluebell Tournament Pt. 2

A/N: Hmmmm... Do I have anything to say? Not really. Enjoy the chapter!

I took a step outside of the shed, glancing around to make sure no one saw the whole ordeal. With a sigh, I carefully locked the door, placing everything where I had found it. Thinking back to my recent actions, I crouched down and groan. Why do I have to butt my tiny pretty head into every little thing? So what if he had missed the competition. Would it have affected me? Nope. But I had to be a goody-goody and rescue the Prince in distress. 

I shook my head. Whatever. What has been done is done. No need for regret now. I should be focusing on my own role in this tournament. Wait a minute. I looked up in shock. If the sign ups are closing soon, wouldn't they be announcing the bracket? Crap. With that, I stood up and ran back to the stadium. 

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I looked at the huge billboard plastered on the walls of the stadium, where spectators can easily see the battles that would take place that day. I carefully searched for my name, and sure enough, there it was; I would be fighting the fifth battle in the weaponry faction.

Right after spotting my own name, I searched for Alex's. When I did see his name, I sighed in relief. Good, we wouldn't have to face off each other into quite a bit of the competition. Granted, I have to actually beat my opponents first. But I didn't want to get my butt kicked in under five seconds, thank you very much. 

Speaking of the devil, I caught a sight of the blonde hair walking towards me, my endearing friend right next to him. Alice quickly lets go of Alex's hand and ran to me, causing him to frown and me to smirk. 

"Hello, Camille! Do you know when your first fight will be?" On a closer look, Alice actually has hazel eyes, a ring of green surrounding her pupil. To say the least, it was very pretty.

I gave a quick nod. "Since each battle is projected to be around 5 minutes, I should be on the field within an hour of the start of the event." The battles will alternate between the weaponry and magic faction. The finals will be between the winners of each group. 

Alice was staring at the board as well now, probably scanning for her own name. Her expression fell into disappointment once she found her target. "Aww, I'm fighting in the second round!" Alex finally caught up to her and placed his arms around her shoulders. He said, "Don't worry I'm sure you'll do fine." She smiled up at him, though I felt the heated glares around us. Rolling my eyes, I took another glance at the board. It looks like Alice's battle will be after Michael, who will be fighting first today.  

Suddenly, a booming voice engulfed our ears. "Students, please report to your respective rooms behind the stadium. The event will begin shortly," said the principal. With that, the three of us gave each other respective good lucks and separated. Apparently, there will be a grand introduction for the participants of the event, especially since the King and Queen will observing this year. The school is putting great effort to make sure not a single hair is out of place, giving all their students dressing rooms and uniforms. 

Walking into my own dressing room, and wondering how the hell they managed to give over a hundred kids dressing rooms of this size, my eyes landed on a piece of uniform. Which led me to promptly groan. Although the fabric and color were suitable- made out of tough leather and dark violet- it was my worst nightmare; a long and flowy dress. The top was fine, it looked like an imitation of an armor, but what was with the fluffy skirt? I wanted to slap my face. Wait, I can do that since no one's here. I walked up the dress and ran my fingers across it. Even if I was capable of winning this competition, which I highly doubted, there was no way I could in an outfit like this. 

Glancing around, I spotted a couple of other pieces of clothing for both men and women.  Lightbulb. 

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I began walking outside, to where the other students were lining up as our names will be announced one by one. Unfortunately, I was stopped before I had even the chance to even look for my spot. The weaponry teacher, Mr. Stone was it, decided to stop me.

"What in the world are your doing, Camille Calvert," he said in a seething manner, his face looking outraged.

"I'm not sure what you mean," I responded innocently. Oh, but I did. I had cut off the skirt part of my dress, tightening the top and put on the cutest pair of pants I could find, even though they were supposedly male specific. It was tied all together with pieces of the skirt. In my opinion, I looked pretty fashionable.

"Young lady, you will go back to your dressing room and put on the proper uniform before you get out there," he said, pointing to the stadium where the principal was talking with pride about our prestigious school and whatnot. 

"Mr. Stone, I am wearing the uniform." Well, at least parts of it anyways. "But if you would prefer I wear another one, I would be happy to. Except, well, we are about to go on stage. Do you think you can get another dress in time?" The other students looked at me with shock. Not like I could blame them. This was the first time Camille Calvert, the biggest teacher's pet in the whole school, had ever argued against an actual teacher. 

Mr. Stone's face was absolutely priceless. He looked like he was on the verge of exploding. He managed a "very well" before walking away, his hands shaking. I shook my head. I really need to stop making enemies. Straightening up my outfit, I stepped towards the front of the weaponry faction line, passing that of the magic faction. At the front, I accidentally locked eyes with Michael, but I quickly looked away when it looked like he was about to say something. 

I took my position, and I felt the anticipation of all the students surrounding me, awaiting the principal's voice to call each of our names. After thanking the King and Queen's appearance, Principal Sebastian began to acknowledge the students.

"As you all know, this next week till be a fierce competition between the most talented kids in Bluebell Academy. In the future, these kids will be the very ones to protect our nation and will one day be known as heroes. But today, let them be kids, and let them FIGHT! And now, I will begin to list out our very brave participants."

Beginning with the weaponry faction, he started to list names, one by one. Each student would then walk across the stage, gave a light salute or bowed, and continued on to the other side of the field. As the line started to move, my hands began to sweat as I began to hesitate over my decision. Maybe I shouldn't have done this. Alex was right, there was no way I was ready. I should just give up and crawl into a hole. A safe dark hole. Only my name was called, interrupting my plan of running away. 

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and thought of nice thoughts. Think of your happy place, Ayano. Clenching my hands, I began to walk confidently, contrary to my inner thoughts. My expression remained neutral. At my appearance, the principal faltered in his words and some of the applause paused. I ignored my surroundings and when I reached the center of the stage, I gave the best salute I could muster and continued my steps.

 The audience didn't seem to mind and the stadium roared louder than it had before. That reaction caused my back to straighten further if that was even possible, and I settled in yet another line of students at the back of the field. We will be released after all the students were called.

After what felt like an eternity, the weaponry faction finally ended. Notably, the cheer for Alex was even louder than mine. I rolled my eyes at that. Next, was the magic faction. The audience was a thrill at this point, going a little crazy. However, at the mention of Michael's name, the whole stadium quieted down into nothingness. The King and Queen looked a little uncomfortable at that. Fortunately enough, Michael held his head up high and saluted even better than Alex did. Wait, why am I supporting him?

Waiting for yet another eternity, all names were finally called. Principal Sebastian gave a wide grin. "Let the 20th Bluebell Tournament begin!"