The Queenwood games

Players povs

Jemima's POV
It was silent, eerily so. The school was never this silent, not even in HSC exams. Suddenly a scrapping noise sounded through the empty hallways. Her heart stopped. The BWG (basic, white, girls) had voted Jemima to go and sought out the groups down at Lawrence. The scraping noise happened agin. This time Jemima whipped out her compass (math compass with the pointy end not the geography compass) and proceeded to follow the noise. As she rounded the corner her eyes landed on it, and her vision tuneled. Her voice sounded horse when she whispered to herself, "A pumpkin spice latte!". Her heels clacked on the stone floor as she sprinted towards the cup. Suddenly she was caught and flipped onto her back. She couldn't breath. She had run blindly into a line of fishing wire, cutting her throat. Blood pulled out in a steady beat. The last thing she saw was the Starbucks logo before she died.

Izzys POV
Izzy grimaced as she watched her opponent die. She hated conflict but she new it was necessary. She planned on winning this game. Secretly she had formed alliances with Alex from the extras, Andy from the jocks and jess from the nerds. She had yet to gain alliances from the bogans and the white girls. Sighing she ordered her fellow asians to dispose of the body, but only after a weapon search. Her red haired whipped around as a door to her left opened, it was one of the bogans.

"What are you doing here!?" She hissed.
"I refuse your offer of alliance." Mumbled the bogan.
"You what?" Izzy whispered dangerously quite. She hated conflict but she was not affraded of hurting someone who back stabbed her.
"Ok, well I guess you may go now." She said showing the bigger girl away from her. As soon as the girls back had turned izzy whipped her hand up and through one of the carving knives she had found at art school, in the girls neck, slicing her head clean off. Her follows staffed at her wide eyed. They all new her as the innocent, sweet one.
"Get back to work!" She hissed turning on her heel and disappeared into a renovated classroom she used as her office.

Chiara's POV and the extras
Chiara sighed as their group argued for what seemed like the hundredth time. They were planning their next attack, but all their bickering was honastly to much for her.
"Shut up!!" She shouted, causing eveyone to jump. Chiara rarely shouted but when she did it was time to listen.
"Right no one interrupt me or I swear to god I will kill you right here right now."
She got a few nods, eye rolls and yeses in respons.
"Ok. I want you all to plot into different groups, what your good at for example. Sophie, Alex your good at sport and physical stuff so go stand in that corner." The two got up and left, questions left unsaid.
"Sarah, Saskia your good at people stuff. We can use you guys to try to make alliances. Tally... eh we will figure you out later. And I will...." She was left for a moment before someone, she wasn't sure who spoke up.
"Will do all the tactile stuff and general planning."
Eveyone smiledand nodded finally agreeing on something. Just as Chiara was about to speak a voice came over he schools intercome-
"As the third death had now been recorded we have decided to give each sector their first challenge. As you all know we have been supplying food and whatever else you need from the cornucopia or canteen, but as for your first challenge we will take away this privilege. *everyone gasps*. There is now only...one queenwood muffin left. You shall have to fight to the death for it. Could like Queenies." The voice cut out and once agin everyone was shocked silent.