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

Chapter Two: (Roxy)

“So who do you think’s gonna win? Amy asks, wiping some strawberry cream off of her chin.

            “I dunno… probably Adam.” I say, though I’m only half paying attention. I stand on my toes and peer over the crowd of heads to see the front of the seemingly endless line of people waiting in line to go to the arena.  I don’t know why, but I start to get antsy after staying in one place for a long time.

            “Mind if I squeeze in line with you guys?” Comes a voice from behind, slightly startled, I wheel around to see Eric towering over me and most of the crowd.

            “Oh sure.” I say peering behind us to look back at the line that seems to stretch for miles. He shimmies into the line, standing shoulder to shoulder with Amy, he looks at me with gratitude, brushing his jet black hair out of his eyes, I smile back at him when I suddenly feel a shiver course down my spine. I wheel around quickly, scanning the flowery meadows for… I don’t really know what, something just dosen’t feel right.  

“You okay? Eric asks, his reddish brown eyes looking concerned behind his glasses. I nod,  though my stomach starts turning to acid. I throw my unfinished chocolate cream in a food waste bucket and glance nervously ahead of the line. Wishing they would just start letting people in already.

We stand in line for the next half hour or so, and then slowly, the line starts creeping forward. After inching forward at a snails pace for what seems like hours. We finally make it to the shaded area where our seat numbers are assigned. A separate table is set aside for the athletes to sign up, and a small line of somewhat athletic looking people are waiting to get signed up. I scan the faces of the competitors and see A familiar face standing close to the end.

“Hey Phillip!” I call, he looks up, searching the crowd for a moment to find where the voice is coming from. Then his gray eyes lock on me and he smiles. To my surprise, he leaves his line and walks over to us. “Won’t you lose your place in line?” He looks back at the line and shrugs.

“Nah, doesn’t matter, I was at the back anyways” He runs a hand through his brownish blonde hair, and is about to say something when a shrill and annoying voice cuts him off.

“Look out fish boy, that little alley cat might try to eat you when you’re not looking” I turn to see Demi standing there, her a smug look plastered on her face as usual. I grit my teeth in annoyance. Phillip holds his hands up innocently;

“Please Whiskers, please don’t eat me” he says, pretending to huddle down in fear. For a second I completely forget Demi and start laughing. I hear Eric snickering and see Amy grinning out of the side of her mouth. Phillip stands up, takes a mocking bow to us and Demi, and looks at her with a smirk that always seems to counteract that sneer. A red cloud starts to form across her pointed nose. She sighs.

“Well I suppose your right, nothing a mutt can really do to you anyway.” My hands clench and I feel Phillip’s hand on my shoulder, telling me to keep it cool. “Oh whats the matter, did I make the little putty-tat angry?” she says with mocking innocence.

“You’re the one who’s part rat!” I practically snarl.

“For your information, I am of the Morrisa clan, and at least we can identify who our parents are.” Now she did it. I lunge forward, ready to claw that sneer right off her face. I feel a hand clenched hard on each of my arms, keeping me back from choking her. I glance back to see Eric’s the one holding me back, surprisingly strong despite his lanky build.

“That’s it!! I’m gonna compete in these games!! I say practically foaming at the mouth with rage. I jerk myself free from Eric’s grasp and walk towards her. “And guess what.” I snarl, jabbing my finger into her chest. “I’m gonna make you sorry you EVER brought my father into this.” Her face is as white as a sheet, she regains her composure and, silently, she walks over to the sign up table. She talks to a woman and a few seconds later, disappears through a doorway behind the table. I start to walk over to the table when Eric grabs my shoulder, yanking me back.