Instinct [OLD VERSION WHICH ISNT CONTINUEING SORRY!!! :( ]

Chapter One: (Roxy)

                “Mom, I just don’t want to compete alright!” I say for what must be the millionth time, every year it’s always the same thing, ‘Roxanne you should compete so our clan will win for once’ you’d think after five years she would have figured out that I refuse to compete.

              “Why not, our clan hasn’t won in ten years Roxanne, and no ones even represented us for the last five! We’re becoming a laughing stock, and you could be the one to end that—

               “Or I could fail miserably at the games and make our clan even more ashamed!

                “Roxy…Don’t talk like that, whatever the challenge is this year, you would be a great representative for us!” She says, trying to sound tempting, but really coming out more desperate

                “Okay well what if the game has something to do with water, you know I can’t swim! I’d rather drown before making a fool of myself in front of that many people!” Okay…That wasn’t really true, the mere thought of being trapped under the murky blue water, my lungs starving for air, yeah, now that terrified me.

“They’ve only done that a couple of times—

            “Yeah but they have before, and if they do again, I’m dead, so I’d rather sit in the stands with you and watch all the other clans have to manage for themselves.”

            “Please honey, Phillip and Adam are both doing it, and I’m just so sick of everyone looking at us like were nothing because we haven’t won for a decade” she pleads, I start to feel guilty, but something in that sentence surprises me.

             “Phillip’s competing?”

             “Yes, at least that’s what his father told me yesterday, looks like he’s brave enough to be proud of his heritage” Yeah right. Knowing Phillip, someone probably dared him to, or he’s just doing it on a whim, like he does almost everything.

              “Look, I’ll think about it, alright.” I finally say, though I already know that I’ll be sitting up in the stands with her when the games start, I just want this conversation to be over. “I’m going to go over to Amy’s before the games start, then I’ll meet you at the arena in an hour.”

              “Okay hon’ see you later” She says. I turn and walk out of the kitchen and see our cat Nico sitting on the couch, licking his black and white paw. I smile at him and walk through our living room. I reach the door and grab the extra key sitting on the cabinet. I put my hand on the knob and am about to turn it when I hear my Mom in the next room.

               “Roxy, don’t forget your shoes! If you’re not going to compete, I want you to at least look presentable” I grunt in annoyance, as if wearing a horrid ruffled shirt and a pair of tight jeans wasn’t enough, I have to suffocate my feet too. Sighing, I drop to the ground and grab a random pair of shiny black boots from the cupboard by the door and pull them on my feet. I stand up, walk back to the door, and stumble slightly on the steps leading out. God I hate wearing shoes! But I keep walking anyway. I walk outside and squint slightly in the sunlight. The air is sweet, the sky cloudless, and, though it’s still fairly early in the morning the sun is shining bright and hot. I take in a deep breath of the cool morning air and listen to the birds chirping for a moment, then start walking down the dusty road to Amy’s house. Dodging all the people rushing by I trip yet again on a rock and sigh heavily. I try to take one boot off while standing on the other one, but I’m so unbalanced that I fall over completely. I squeak slightly as I hit the ground, but at least now I can take the other one off. I stand back up, brush some dirt off my ugly white blouse and keep walking, much happier now to have the feel of the soil crunching between my toes.