The Game

Anna

At first glance I may seem pretty normal, all except for the facts of I'm socially awkward, have a plain face, and the itty bitty slightly important fact of I can't walk on flat ground without tripping. But I live in a flawed world. The reason for the games is because our world is too harsh to live in, so we escape through the game. The rules of the game comply with the laws of our world but we are technologically more advanced than the game so in the game the laws of physics don't really have a place here in order to keep up with the real world. That does not mean that we are free to do whatever we wish, the butterfly theory does apply here. For those who do not know what the butterfly theory is, it states that when you kill something as small as a butterfly you change the course of your- and others fate. It is hard here too, some aren't perfectly aligned with the game and well they are the ones who... commit suicide. Some say that's the only way out of the game because in here if you die you wake up the next day, and you continue like it never happened; but of course you don't remember it cause the council wipes it from your mind. The council is the game makers if you will, they set up the rules and make sure you keep your log and if you don't well you get pulled. I don't want to scare anyone who hopes they find a better life in the games, but you better hope you follow the rules and aren't one of the ones who can't be aligned.

I woke up this morning perched on top of my bunk bed. My head was scraping the ceiling, and my hand was stuck through the wood bar and turned so that when I yanked on it, I could feel the muscles in my hand protesting. I did this a number of times before I finally woke up enough to realize the mistake and slowly, twisting my arm brought it back through. I tried to climb down off the bunk bed enough so I could go fix breakfast but I was too sleepy so I ended up just falling.

I dragged myself down the stairs just in time for my mother to start shouting at my dad again.

" You know you could get up out of bed of a morning to help me with your daughter, you lazy drunk!"

" Well you could stop shouting!" He countered. I went through this argument every morning it seemed, just with different weather patterns. I reached into the top counter for the cereal, and opened the dishwasher for a bowl and spoon setting them loudly on the counter.

"Can you not be so loud," I said pouring the cereal, " I just woke up!"

" Sorry darling but your father," " nope, I don't want to hear it this morning!" I said interrupting her.

" may I finish my cereal without you complaining to each other?" She mumbled at dad and they both went to their bedroom. I cleaned my bowl after I was done and went back to my room to get ready for school. My bus came late, as usual and so I had extra time to fix my hair for a cute day at school.

I sat next to loke on the bus because he sort of the only friend I have, and because the rest of the bus was mostly thugs. We have almost every class together, and we constantly get in trouble for disrupting class, because he's the sort of guy where he just makes a face and it reminds you of a time he did something and you die laughing. He's a lot taller than me and has blazing red hair, he stands out in the crowd. I on the other hand am a short raven haired kid who tries her best to avoid large crowds of people. I don't know how we became friends, but hey opposites attract right?

Our first class together is science. Our teacher is a big, bald man who's favorite pass time is to listen to Beethoven. Fun right? He wheeled in a cart with test tubes and Bunsen burners and me and loke groaned. Last time we had an experiment with fire, loke's red hair became fiery red hair. Anyway he pushed in the cart full of things that generally don't mix well with Loke and me and turned to us and said, " this isn't for you." And about eight people including me, said ohthankgod all in a rushed sentence.

Turns out we were watching Dirty Jobs for an hour while he graded our test from last week. So we watched Mike Rowe get down and dirty with turtle, and unfortunately I watched some guy swallow a girls tongue for a while... my day seemed to get worse from there.First there was the fall into a dude at lunch, who happened to be carrying a glass of dark soda; all over my white blouse. Then there was the bird who decided to literally make my day crappy and the man on my way home who thought he was five and splashed into a puddle with his van soaking my already dirty white shirt. In all reality I about quit at life but I sucked it up, walked into the house and decided to go take a shower before anything else tried to ruin my day.