//haven't edited so ignore my spelling please :p
Chiara
Chiara woke in a sun lit office. Sitting up, she noticed the teachers that had taken her were in the room. Why hadn't they killed her? Honastly they didn't need to drag this on so much.
"So why haven't you killed me yet?". The teachers bolted upright as though they had been shot.
"What? Why would we kill you?". Chiara only raised an eyebrow, it was the queenwood games after all. Seeing her look the speaker huried to carry on.
"Mrs Rock is dead.... someone killed her this morning."
Now this caught her attention, "and what does that have to with me?"
"We need someone to run the games... you were chosen.". Usally she would have laughed in their faces, but for some reason she believed them. A devilish grin settled over her face.
"How the tables have turned."
Izzy
Izzy has just finished crawling to the year 12 locker room when the announcement sounded,
"Dear fellow students, and Queenies. Congratulations. The games are over." *gasp*. "Sike bitch you thought." *sighs* "Nope. The games are still on. But I run this shit now. I have decided, we will be bringing back a player of your choice! As well as this. Yay, we will now have an extra 3 challenges. If I decided on any more rules, you will be informed. Right Chiara out, happy queenwood games. May the odds be ever in your favour."
Izzy rolled her eyes, but she was worried. But the sound of it, putting Chiara in charge could seriously change the games.
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