Fighting For Another Reson Why No One Died

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I get on my uniform on, and flop down on my bed. I scream into my pillow. I hear a knock on the door. I look up and units Dustin.
" What?" I ask. The pillow was still on my mouth, so it didn't sound right.
" They are not dead!" He whispers.
" Who?" I ask.
" Everyone. Before we went into the arena, they implanted a tracking devise in us, but also a sirup. If you die, you get awake at a set time. And that was when the arena finished. Then they all woke up." When we were in the sky.
" What are they doing now?" I ask.
" Don't know?" I hear a guard call Dustin's name. " Got to go! And tell Coby!" Then it's all quiet again. I get out of bed and throw my pillow back. I walk out side,
" Hault!" Says a guard. " Yiu can't be out at this time, state your business!"
" I need to see Coby!" I demand. He lets me pass, but keeps an eye on my.
I run to his room. I don't knew which is his, so I take a guess.
Number 84. I slam open the door. Coby is in his wardrobe. Crying. Saying stuff like 'never see her again'. I open the wardrobe. He gets up and whiles his eyes.
" There is the-" he's holding a dress. " Dress I was going to try on."
" Coby. There alive!" I whisper.
" Who?" He asks.
" Everyone in the arena is alive." Why did I tell him.
" KLOE!" He yells over and over again.
" Shut up! They are not here!" He picks me up and throws me out of the room.
" And stay out!" He yells. I land on my face. I walk back to my room and jump on my bed. I close my eyes and count sheep.
1 Sheep
2 Sheep
3 Sheep
4 Sheep....
8 Sheep
After I get to 67 I stop and open my eyes. It's still night. Help me. I look back at the hand the guy implanted something in. It looks exactly like the tracking devise. Why would they want to track me?
A guy walk in. He is holding a pie on a plate.
" Can't sleep?" He says. I nod my head. He holds the plate closer. I take a look at the pie.
" Flavour?" I ask.
" Berry pie." He says. I decide I should take a bite. Why would they want to kill me when I'm an international hit!
I grab the pie of the plate and take a bite. But I don't swallow just in case. I now see it's pink inside. Knockout pie. I pretend to fall asleep. Then when the guy is gone, I spit it out on the plate. But I accidentally swallowed the smallest piece. And I see black.

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