Kidnapped

Why does SHE get the shotgun??

    From the conversation I was hearing from Kayla and Harry, I knew we had NOTHING in common when it came to guys.

    “Going to the U.S. does sound pretty nice,” Liam says. We were both trying to keep a light conversation, but tears randomly fell down my face which burned my bruise. Liam’s looked pretty bad too, which made me feel better.

    “What’s so great about it? It’s pretty boring. I would much rather live in France. It’s the city of love!” My face turns bright red.

    Liam laughs and smiles at me. “You’re a mess.”

    “Hey,” I say, punching his arm.

    “OW!” He screams, and I realize that was his broken arm.

    “Oh gosh, I’m an idiot,” I slap my face right on my bruise. “OW!”

    “I think we should both stop,” Liam says, taking down my arm. His hand feels warm.       

    “So, just to make sure we don’t run into any problems I love cookies, horses, and romance,” I said, trying to get to the point.

    “I absolutely love horses!” Liam says. “I play polo every day.”

    “Yay. So what seem so great about America?”

    “I can eat...um....what do you call them? Hamburgers?” He sounds out hamburgers like the guy in the Pink Panther and I crack up.

    “And,” He adds, “I would get to be with you.”

    Goosebumps go up my arm. “You are like so mature and sweet for our ages. Are you 14?”

    “15,” He says, blushing.

    “You’re like the guys in Canterwood Crest.”

    “Where? Who? What guys?” He raises his eyebrows.

    “If you want to really get to know me, you’ll find out about that soon.” I pat his back.

    “Okay,” He said, confused.

    Suddenly, the truck jerks to a stop.

    Half an hour later, we are all in a big dirt arena. The kidnappers just muttered, “Fight and you live. Maybe.”

    Which, frankly, didn’t sound too good to me. Now we were all standing back to back in front of about two hundred people, who I guess were all kidnappers. Cuz’ why else would they let this happen?

    “Is it just me or does this remind you of the Hunger Games?” I said.

    “Yes, very much so.” Marisa says.

    The announcer dude came out, “Welcome! Based on the bets that you all put in, it is determined that odds are with Harry and Liam Derain.”

    “Hey! We’re strong!” Marisa yells.

    “YEA! I’M A CHEERLEADER!”

    “And I’m...a horseback rider.” Marisa says, and I think we both just realized how stupid we just sounded.

    “Let the games begin!”

    “Yep, the Hunger Games.” I muttered, and Harry snickered next to me.

    One of the big wooden gates opened. A huge, green Python came out, baring its fangs. Marisa screamed next to me, and I followed her example.

    “The Python goes to Liam Derain!”

    “What!?” Marisa shrills.

     “I got this.” Liam says, but his voice cracks.

    “His weapon is a knife.” Someone brings out a big knife and places it in Liam’s shaking hands.

    Another gate opens. A big bull with bright red eyes comes charging out. It’s about three times the size of me. “The Bull goes to Harry Derain!”

    “What!?” I shrill, and realize that I sounded a lot like Marisa.

    Harry stutters, “Um, I got this?” Not sounding very confident.

    “His weapon is a red sheet.”

    Yea, that’s fair.

    The third gate opens and a gorilla about the size of a giant eagle comes out. It’s screaming and pumping on it’s chest, all while eating a banana.”

    “The Gorilla goes to Marisa Drew!”

    “No!” Liam says.

    “I um...so don’t got this.” Marisa says, sounding scared.

    “Her weapon is a shot gun.”

    LUCKY!

    The forth gate opens to reveal a medium sized puma. Well, crap.

    “The Puma goes to Kayla Thomas!”

    “This is not cool.” Harry says, not sounding very happy.

    “Her weapon is a rope.”

    “What? She gets a shot gun and I get rope!?”   

    No one answers me.