The Queenwood games

"She was hurled into the cortyard like a sack of potatos"

Izzy pov
Izzy crawled, swearing and snarling through the roof vents. It had taken her, what felt like years, to crawl her way up to top school, wounded and crippled as she was. Just as the sun had risen over balmoral beach she had finally been able to yank herself up into the safety of the air vents. Now as she crawled this way and that she began to hear voices. Gingerly she lifted up one of the tiles under herself to get a peek  at the people below her. Alex and Sophie where standing directly under her, completely unaware of her presence.
"Now that Izzy's dead, we just have to kill Chiara." Said alex cleaning her finger nails.
"Yeah about that... I don't know if that's such a good idea anymore, I mean she's got serious alliances now..." she trailed off when she met Alexs eyes.
"Say that again, I couldn't hear you properly."
"Um ahh.."
"No. We will be killing Chiara now ok? Do you understand me? Do you get me? Alright?" Alex started to shout. For such a small girl, alex could be very intimidating, thought izzy. Just as izzy was about to crawl away, she heard something in Alexs voice that made her turn around. Izzy's eyes widened as Alex grabbed Sophie but the neck and snapped it. 'Well shit' she thought as she crawled away, followed by the faint noise of Alex trying to stuff Sophie's body into a locker.
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//lol sorry if this is kinda weird idk  what to write about😬

Chiara POV
Everyone was dying around her. Dropping like flys some might say. But Chiara wanted to know why. It had been bugging her for what seemned like forever now, that she couldn't work out who was killing the people in her district. She was sure it was an inside job, but she couldn't be sure to. Now she stood facing her white wall covered in photos trying to work out who it was. So far she had narrowed it down to Sophie, Alex or Aliens but the last one seemed more like a result of her fifth Coffee for the day more than anything. The night before She has made the call to team up with Jo. She new she couldn't trust the girl, shit jo has killed her entire team by herself, but she seemned like the best bet at that moment. Another tinge or guilt went off inside her. She regretted killing izzy, she had always been nice to her, but after getting a anonymous tip off it couldn't be helped. Suddenly the door to her office was thrown open and teacher pored in.
"What the fuck do you think your doing!?" Chiara usally never swore but she wasn't really feeling herself at the moment, having not slept in two days.
The teachers didn't say a word and instead grabbed her by the arms and forced her out the door. Naturally she started to scream and thrash. Like wtf she new she hadn't done so good on that last French test but that was before the games began... someone behind her clamped a cloth to her mouth. She began to drift off. Holy shit. The last this she saw before she was forced into slumber was students running up the hallways teeth bared and weapons drawn. It was glorious.

Jo
Jo was walking around the hallways aimlessly, she was to be honest with you bored. She was waiting for her next orders from Chiara when she heard screaming above her. Hurtling up the stairs two at a time, weapons drawn, she sore Chiara being carried ,sack style, over the back of one of the teachers. Unfortunately that teacher was surrounded by another four. Behind her the stair case began to rock with the stampeded of running children. She launched herself at the teachers, attempting to grab Chiara. She couldnt afford to loose that alliance. Jo managed to cut two teachers in the face, and deck another before she was ripped away. One of the teachers, she wasn't sure who, had managed to grab her by the scruff of her neck. Suddenly she was hanging over the side of the balcony. She hadn't realised how high up they were until just now, being suspended by one arm over the drop. A second hand grabbed her lower back, before 1 *heave* 2 *heave* 3 *heave and realise* she was thrown like a sack of potatoes into the courtyard three levels below.

Her mouth was dry and caked with dry blood. Her tooth had unfortunately pierced her lower lip on impact. "Damn," She thought "what about my perfect smile?". Suddenly someone turned her onto her side. Shit, shit, shit. She was greeted by Liv's face. "Babes!" She croaked.