Spiders

© Kyra Isbell 2012

          Yes, I had another idea for a story. But I mean, really, can you blame me? ;-) I really hope that I am actually able to start and finish this book. This idea means the world to me. It's been sitting in the back of my mind for ages and I just thought that it would be absolutly amazing to have people like this one. I want it to be as good as The Hunger Games. I want to be like Suzanne Collins, she has been my role model since I read her books. I'm hopefully going to get this published someday too! 

          Please Enjoy! Vote, Fan, Comment? Please? It would really mean the world to me. :-) The girl to the right is the beautiful Lee (aka Hillary Duff).

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          A/N: This is just a teaser, meaning that this is something that is going to happen later in the book. It will just give you a glimpse of what is to come :-)

          "No!" I shout into his pudgy little face, "Never! Not in a million years!" I shout again, making sure to spit in his eyes, blood and all. He then simply wipes his face and turns his bare back to me.

          "Ajo është rezistonin. Masat e reja do të duhet të merren. Publikimit tyre!" He yells at the top of his lungs in his unknown language to the tribe. Three men with dangerously large baskets emerge from the crowd. 

          The man in the corner who had been whispering to himself for the duration of this rampage turns to me, the look on his face was with great fear, "He said," his voice low enough only for me to hear, "'she is resisting. New measures will have to be taken. Release them,' if I were you I would be scared right now..." he trails off and quickly returns to his corner in shame.

          The three men with the baskets are now dropped to their knees, whispering in-audible things to each others baskets. Slowly they each begin to open the lids, thousands of little black dots begin to fill the space around me, growing closer and closer as each second passes by.

          The man who had translated earlier turns to me, in even more of a panic, "You idiot! Say you will! Say it, say it!" he yells over the screeching of the tribe. Tears begin to slide down his face and he slams his hands to his ears.

          A high pitched noise is coming from the dots, becoming almost unbearable. I cripple under the sound. Sweat, tears and blood begin dripping from my face onto the rope bounding me to the wooden pole. One of the dots comes close enough for me to see. 

          Spiders. Of course.

         The man with the pudgy face quiets the tribe, "Ky është shansi juaj i fundit, a jeni kaq te sigurte qe doni te humbim atë?" 

          "He said 'This is your last chance, are you so sure you want to waste it?" the white translator yells from his corner, still curled up in a ball with his hands clamped tight to his ears.

          The spots bolt forward at incredible pace, surrounding me. The climb onto my bare feet and begin to bite. Terrible pain boils inside of me and I let out a scream that could be heard for what seemed like miles, "Alright!" I yell to the pudgy man, tears streaming down my face.

          He quickly snaps his fingers and all the spots dissappear. He smirks, "Mirë," he strides towards me and runs his sweaty hands through my hair,  "tani të marrë atë në pallat. Kam një trajtojnë të veçantë në dyqan për të."

          The translator has uncurrled from his ball and has started taking the ropes off of me, "He said 'Good, now take her to the palace. I have a special treat for her," he gulps, still looking down at the blood stained rope, "I'm sorry," he whispers into my ear.

          Where is my green-eyed man when I need him? I think to myself.