栄冠の運命✪Eikan's fate

Chapter 3 : Changes

I wake up in sweat. The monster that was about to kill me five seconds ago finally disappears and I realize that it was a nightmare.
I look at my phone 5:43am. I have one hour before my alarm rings. I decide to listen to music.
♪Good Day♪ by BTS is the first song played by my iPod. The voices of Suga, Jimin, Jungkook, Jin, J-Hope, V and Rap Monster take me back to the sweet land of dreams.

Beep-Beep-Beep

What is this fucking tone that makes Yoongi going so far away!?

Beep-Beep-Beep

My brain takes 10 seconds to understand that this is my alarm.
I stop it, and I get up.
This is a normal Monday: unmotivated is the adjective that qualifies me actually.
I walk to the bathroom like a zombie, I take a shower, get dressed with blue jeans, and a printed tee-shirt. A very basic suit, I guess.
I have breakfast.
Bread, jam, marmelade, milk, orange juice.
This is what I eat and drink.
I prepare my school stuff, copybooks, pencil-case, books, etc.

I leave home at 7am.

I walk on the street, empty. The only noise we can hear is the rare sound of cars and my music, always, in my headset.

New day's motivation playlist is played.

So, the actual song is ♪History Maker♪ by Dean Fujioka.

I arrive to school at 7:30am.
I have 20 minutes before the class starts, so I just go to the playground.
Jessy's already here.

"Hey! What's up ?" She asks.

"Nothing special and you?" I say.

"Hum...I have read that they found a new head master"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, we'll see how he is! I hope he cute and/or handsome!"

I laugh.

"Stop being stupid. He'll be 20 years older than you!"

"Dreaming is free, after all"

"Yeah, maybe that's the only free thing is the world..."

"What do you have today?"

I show my timetable.

"French, History, Literature, Maths and Biology...That's a pretty good plan I guess...I don't have the same chance...I finish at 6pm..."

"Oh...I'm sorry.."

The bells ring.

"Have to leave, see you at the cafeteria" I say

"See you" she says.

I go to my class. I enter and sit at my chair. The French teacher, Mrs. Pète-Sec, says hello to the pupils that come into the room. I sat very far of the teacher's desk this time. The teacher is a bit boring, as ever.
At the half of the lesson, someone knocks at the door.

"Come in" Says Mrs. Pète-Sec.

A bold and scary man comes into the class.

"When the head-master comes somewhere you are supposed to stand up." He says.

We all do this, everybody's surprised, scared and anxious.

"Good. Let me introduce myself. I am Mr. Satsujinsha" He says.

When I hear this name, my head actives an emergency alarm. Looks like the word 殺人者 in Japanese. Means murderer. I don't know why, but a little voice in me says I shouldn't stay here.

"I'm here to take the role of Mr. Bakerman."

We can hear some pupils whispering.

"Silence!" he shouts

Everyone gets straight.

"It'll be easy to understand. They are some rules that are going to change in this highschool. First : Every Semester, one person per class is going to be elected and will have to come to my office. Second: this person will die. Third : you are not supposed to be in the corridors when you are not invited to. If you do it anyway, you'll die.
Forth : Every bad comportment will be written on the computer. They are small crosses that can be added in the Comportment section. When you have 5 crosses, you'll be in detention. When you have 3 detention, you die.
Fifth: All the new things forbidden by our rules : kiss someone, take and eat food outside of the cafeteria, Chewing gums, being late, unjustified absences, non-politeness, etc.
Sixth: At the end of the year, a girl and a boy of each class will be sent to the island that belongs to the highschool near the river."

I have already seen this island. It's a huge place...or a huge arena...

"Seventh: all these pupils will have to fight against each other until they are only two survivors: one girl and one boy. Or one survivor: a girl or a boy.
Finished."

Oh my God. It's like Hunger Games¹. A long silence can be noticeable.

He leaves, everybody sits.

"How is it possible? Is it even legal?" Asks one pupil.

"I don't know, maybe he knows what he does..." Answer the teacher.

It rings. No one wants to go to the corridor, they all fear the head-master, what is understandable.

We all talk to Mrs. Pète-Sec. We discover that she doesn't want to be an accessory to murder, but that she has to, because she can't lose her job, she has a family.

The second bell rings. We have to go in history. 
Everybody walks fastly because nobody wants to be late.
No one runs because everyone wants to stay alive.

The teacher welcomes us. He seems...changed.

"Okay, let's start the class. Today, we have a special thing to do: an election." He says.

Everybody gets afraid.

"It'll represent the vote of the first semester." He continues.

I am actually scared because I don't know who I should vote for.
I know nobody. And nobody knows me. That means that they probably forgot me, or that I'm a target.

"Let's start the vote, I'll call you in the alphabetical order."

He starts telling names. And my turn finally comes.

"Darikasu Eikan."

I stand up, go out of the class, in the corridor, try to choose someone.

Okay, which persons do you know? Who has been a bad person with you?
No one.
Think... think think.
Okay. I know 3 names : Peter, Matthew and Beryl.
Beryl seems popular, but she doesn't have a lot of friends in class.
Matthew and Peter seem kind, and they are in a relationship.

I write the name of Beryl, without really knowing why. I put my paper into the box and sit down.

"Okay, let's proceed to the count."

He looks at all the papers, and finally declares the results.

Beryl: 16 votes.
Peter : 8 votes.
Edward: 6 votes.
Eikan: 3 votes.

I don't know what to think of the results. There are a positive and a negative point.
The positive one : I live.
The negative one : 3 persons voted for me.

Beryl seems broken. She knows that she'll die.

As she leaves the room, she cries.

It's unfair. This school is unfair. These rules. Everything...
Where is....Justice?

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Hunger Games¹: by Suzanne Collins