The Games - A PP OUAT Fanfiction

One.

I have sorted every single person I have ever met into one of seven groups.

One: Slutty. Mr. or Mrs. Perfect. Always breaking poor victims' hearts. Girls wear tight/revealing clothes and pounds upon pounds of make up. Boys also wear tight/revealing clothes, and use girls for pleasure. Slutty girls do, too, but mostly guys. Girls mostly put boys on their hooks. Slutty people will show off their bodies to get what they want. And they usually get it.

Two: Perky. Makes everyone laugh, is innocent enough to be cute, is super smart, is pretty naive. Too bad for them, but 45% of the time, they're stuck on a Slut's hook. They're usually the first to talk to a new person at their job or school, giving tours of the school campus or work campus, and always there if you need anything.

Three: Conceited/Self-Centered. These people are usually your most popular people. The football star or the head cheerleader. Always talking about themselves, not caring about others, usually very rich, the kind of person who would do something only if it benefited them. Basically, your typical bully.

Four: Easily Deceived. A.k.a. Cowardly. The kind of person who, 55% of the time, is stuck on a hook. Naivety on a ridiculous level. Is always trying to make themselves known. Hangs out with the popular/cool kids, promotes bullying, tries to be cool, acts tough, and is never themselves. Runs from a fight they do not wish to be involved in. They may act tough, and they may act loyal, but they will ditch you whenever they get the chance.

Five: Mysterious. Doesn't talk to anyone unless they have to, keeps to themselves, is typically getting bullied more than they care to admit, is fairly smart, has a dark side, hides from society, is usually very pale, and has strange eyes. The look in their eyes can range from complete and utter depression to anger to nothing at all. Also has lots of hidden emotion. Said emotion rarely shows.

Six: Complete and Total Monster. I am lucky enough to have only met one such person. Controlling, will do anything to get what they want, even killing, demanding, ordering, pushy, your typical drill sergeant, and a complete pain in the neck to be around. They will do anything and everything to make your life miserable if they so choose.

Seven: Emotional. Emo, for short. Doesn't usually wear color, can be very smart, knows how to use what they know to their advantage, sometimes suicidal, most of the time the kind of person to stick up for the underdog, isn't afraid to show their dark side, uses depression as an advantage if they have it, and almost always is a swirling pit of emotions. This type of person generally doesn't talk to anyone besides fellow Emos. And about 80% of them are Christians. An even lower 10% are actually Satanic worshipers. Usually pretends to hate people, but actually just cares too much.  

I literally just described myself as the seventh group.

"Kasey! Come on, you're about to be late!" That's my mom, Amy Trevers.

"Hurry, the bus will leave if you're not there in time!" That's my dad, Rick Trevers.

This is the last day I saw them. Before it happened.

"I'm coming!" Sometimes, my parents made me angry. Very angry. But I still loved them. And I knew they loved me. I put the finishing touches on my wings and went back to my room, grabbing my backpack and pounding down the stairs. My mom kissed my head and I walked outside right as my little brother, Isaac, dashed out after me like someone who just escaped an asylum. I brought out my phone and texted my best (and only) friend Jess. "You better be here today. I might kill someone if you're not," I muttered out loud.

I got to the bus stop right as it pulled out around the corner of the street. It pulled to a stop in front of us and I got on, heading straight to my seat in the very back.