The Hugger Games

The Hugger Games

Chapter One

 

 

 

 

"You misspelt Hunger."

 

I smacked her finger away from the title, "I know what I misspelt."

 

She snorted very attractively before leaning back into her chair, "Yeah, keep believing that."

 

I sighed and looked over my work. 'The Hugger Games', the title spelt. She was right, who spelt hunger wrong? And this was my school work too. Aw man. I could print another one-

 

I hadn't saved it.

 

Shrugging, I figured that it wouldn't matter.

 

"What's yours on?" I asked, watching her get up from her blue chair and flop onto my bed.

 

She shrugged, "What I've done, the title's spelt correctly, unlike someone's I know."

 

I glared at her and sighed. I turned around.

 

Silence.

 

Suddenly, she stood up, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. Tears streamed down her face.

 

"Katelyn-"

 

"I've got to go," she whispered.

 

I nodded my head, silently asking what happened. She shook her head no as if she heard me.

 

I watched quietly as she ran out of my room.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I was jittery, there was no other word for it.

 

This lesson was when I was meant to give in the paper, which reminded me; I haven't heard from Katelyn. Nothing at all.

 

"Arista?"

 

I looked up and placed my paper on to the stack on Mrs. Brom's outstretched palm. She then moved on to the next quivering-in-their-seat student.

 

 Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

"Blah, blah, poem, blah, blah, homework, blah, blah."

Ring.

Finally! I thought, stuffing my belongings onto my bag without a moment's hesitation, hurrying to escaped this hell hole of a class.

 

"And don't forget to do your homework for tommorow! A-Arista, may I speak with you?"

 

I sighed and stopped packing, it's not like I could say no anyway, I thought. Liam, one of my other friends, glanced at me with that look most friends give you when you have to stay behind. I shooed him away with my eyes.

 

I mentally sighed and walked towards the front of the room with my backpack slung low over one of my shoulders, thinking this was going to be a quick lecture about 'leaving my pencil on the desk' or 'not throwing away my pencil shavings' or something like that, something completely and utterly unimportant.

 

"Yes Mister, I mean miss?" I smiled sweetly, acting as though my 'slip up' was a mistake.

 

"Yes," she coughed, "About your homework..."

 

Blocked out. Chokablok. Chocolate. Mmmm...

"Arista! Are you listening to me?"

 

I blinked with a start and blurted out, "Chokablok!"

 

Silently, I waited for Mrs. Brom to stop gaping and give me my two-month or three detention. Or maybe something less because, let's face it, two-month's detention is a long time for a punishment. Instead, she cried, "I love that ice cream!" My englis teacher just became epicer.

 

"Anyway," she coughed, "About that title of yours..."