Whare Are You?

Invitations and unexpectations

The invites were sent out at 5:24 Am. nine quests were chosen at random, each being evaluated carefully by the person who sent the invites out. He smirked upon seeing some of them - the people were weak. Easy scapegoats.

Yet on some, the person frowned. They seemed... strong. Perhaps a risk too little game the person was playing with them.

They were simply pieces in a machine, playing parts in this little game, and the best, funniest part about it was, no one, not one of them would be able to quit this game. They would be stuck in it for the rest of their lives, which most likely wouldn't be that long. One by one, they would be exterminated.

The person smiled again, because the best part was, they would be one of them, and no one would ever suspect him.

Star woke up at the same time she did every morning to the sudden perception that she wasn't asleep. Like every morning, she lay in bed, hugging her pillow for what could have been up to an hour before she finally stagnated herself out of the warm, solace of her soft bedspread to check the time on her phone. It was six Am. She had an abundance of new messages from her friends. If you could call them that.

Make no mistake, Star loved all her friends, she was just like that. But sometimes it got overpowering, overwhelming. Luna, who she had known for a good year would spam her with "Hi" or "talk ok" until she replied. This had eventually resulted in Star blocking Luna for a few days. Kestin, another companion of Star's, one of her best, would say a paragraph throughout fifteen different messages. At first, it wasn't bad, but it got too be fairly quickly. Despite all of this, Star would still have an off day when she felt completely alone. But, alas, she couldn't stay walloping around in her problems forever. She had work to do.

Pulling her sneakers on, Star walked out of her doorway. Cool, but not unpleasant, morning air hit her pinky face. She had only taken one step out her door too got the park before her foot caught on something. Forcing herself to remain upright, she looked down at the thing that had nearly tripped her. It was a glossy envelope. Forgetting her prior plans, she picked it up and went back inside. Upon opening the letter, she one large slip of paper. It was creamy and had cursive black lettering on it. It was an invitation to a party, and it was tonight, and better yet, an anonymous party.

A party? Star had not been one of those for what must have been years. The last party she had been too... had been fun, just not for her. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind. It seemed to become more belittled at this.

Star read the details of the letter, and with the smallest sliver of confidence, told herself to go. For the first time in a long while, she managed to convince herself.

The rest of the day seemed to pass in a blur. All Star knew was that by the end if ut, she had almost managed to look nice, and was wearing a nice purple shirt under her black jumper.

Star looked at herself in the mirror. Her reflection looked back at her. Slightly frizzy purple hair, grey leggings, and her favorite jumper. It was deep grey, and ad two stripes at the wrists and shoulders. There was a moon on the back of it. Her blue eyes twinkled in the lamplight.

Smiling weakly at herself in the mirror, she walked out the doorway of her house for the second time that day. Nothing stopped her till she got to the house where the party was being held.

Star gazed up at it in awe. The house was gigantic. It looked like something from a fairytale. The roof itself had windows in it, and the body of the house must have been three stories high. Who could own such a place?

Star smirked too herself at seeing the pool. Snow, her sister, would love this. Star took a brief moment to wonder whether Snow had been invited to the party or not, before walking up the long staircase to the house.