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..."
YOU ARE READING
The Hugger Games
Teen FictionIt all starts with one letter, just one. One contest, one million dollar prize. What could go wrong? This is what you get for misspelling 'Hunger'.