The White Lily

Chapter 3

(1st P.O.V)

I smell the air slightly and wince at the smell of sweat and anger. Yes, anger has a smell I know it very well because that is what most people smell like in my opinion. I felt around until I find a wall and sit down, I knew no one was there because if there was then they would have said something to me.

I leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes, I could wear a blindfold if I wanted to but Grams wouldn't let me cover up my eyes. I laugh slightly, I hear someone sit down next to me and I sight up straight looking down at what I think is the floor.

"Hey girl, do I know you?" a male voice asked. I looked over slightly from where I think the voice came from.

"I-I-I don't think that we have met before," I say, a warm smooth hand turns my chin a bit to the right and I bit my lip. I knew that I didn't face the boy fully, I could never find the direct place someone was.

"I sure I've met you before," he said taking his hand away. I blinked, "I'm not sure that I have met you. You see I wouldn't remember I have memory loss..." I try to lye. Grams told me to say this but if the person is smart enough they will know that I'm blind.

"Lies. Your eyes are clouded and you don't know where I am though I am sitting in front of you," the boy said I blinked twice unsure if he had found me out but on the inside, I knew that he knew that I was blind. "You are blind. That is clear enough, that must be the reason why you can't see me," the boy said.

I turn away, "I don't know what you talking about." I say lying through my teeth. Then that warm hand grabbed my chin and turned my head back towards himself. "Oi!" I say in surprise. I never knew why I say it I just do, maybe it because that's what Grams always says when I scare her.

"Don't turn away from me, I have a few question that I need to ask you." the boy said, I reached up and finally found his arm. I pulled it away from my face sighed.

"No point in hiding it. What do you want?" I asked as I started to weave my fingers together.

"Hmm. You do know how to show respect, I thought that someone from the Slums would be worse than this," he said in a snobbish tone.

"Hey, just cause it's called the slums doesn't mean people there ain't kind" I partially yell at him. My voice still refuses to get to a tone that sounds angry, when I was little Grams said that when I got angry I sounded like a happy child. My voice just refused to make me sound anything other than happy.

"Sorry, sorry. My first question is what is your name?" he asked me I turned my head slightly if he had known me he would know my name wouldn't he.

"I'm Iris. Iris Ivy Jones." I tell him. He won't win this, even though it doesn't seem like a fight to me.

"Iris, okay that must mean that old lady gave you a name. Because I clearly remember your name being Emma How-" I cut him off put a hand over his mouth. He gasped and I felt it against my hand, showing that I had found the right place. He was taller than I had originally thought.

"That isn't my name anymore. I don't like people saying my old name, it's disgraceful" I say and I slowly move my hand away from his mouth wiping it on my pants. 

"No offence, but I think that it would be best for you to leave. Their about to announce how the first round of the competition is to go down." I say looking back down at the ground. I hear him open his mouth but just then the voice of a announcer filled the arena.

"Welcome to the White Lily Ceremony!" the announcer cheered, the yells and shouts of people filled the packed hallway. "I am Patrick, I'll be the announcer of this event. Now let me explain how this years ceremony shall go." Patrick said into what I think must be a mic.

"Ten people will be pulled from the contestants and put into one area. Their they will all fight until only one is left standing. There were over 300,000 contests this year and we have ten different section of the arena, this means you have to win 3 fights to move onto the next round. Only 100 people will go through to the next round this means you have to use your all, now let's begin the Celebration!" Patrick yelled and everyone cheered. I could hear Grams cheers from all the way back here. I smiled and clenched my fist, I would do my best. I have a new goal, I have to make it to the next round. I have to make Grams proud.