The Danger Zone

Chapter One

~Chapter One~

Jocelynn

I should have known. Brea was a terrible kid. Even though I loved her to death, she was a handful. Still the phone call came as a bit of a shock. I was hoping if she ever did get in trouble with the law, she'd get sent to Juevi. I know it sounds bad, but it was ten times better then where she was being sent. At least they don't try to kill you in Juevi.

The poor girl had no clue that she would probably be dead within the next month or two. No one ever made it out of that stupid boat. The one girl that did must have had an angel on her side, because they barely threw any obstacles at her and when they did they were easily avoidable. The producers of the show were to occupied trying to kill the boy two floors up. Everyone swore that he would be the one to make it. Sadly, he died to suffocation only three weeks in.

Still Abrea had no clue that she would forget everything, she would forget me, her mom, she would forget that song that I made up just for her before her father past away. It was to scare her into behaving. The lyrics explained all the obstacles and how to avoid them. It was completely useless now. She never did care much for it though. Whenever I would sing it to her she'd burst into laughter, "Yeah right, Jossie," she would smile.

"Jocelynn?" my fiancé asked.

I closed my cell phone and looked up at him through glossy eyes. He was about 5'8, had gorgeous black, curly hair and the most amazing hazel eyes in the universe, "I guess we should get ready to see Abrea on TV.  

James's perfectly tanned face turned pure white, "Oh my gosh. Joss, I am so sorry!" he explained giving me his famous, genuine and comforting hug.

"Only twenty-seven teenagers in the U.S are chosen at a time. Why did she have to be one of them?" I cried.

He held me tight, shaking in obvious frustration towards our President. The president convinced the Prime Minister that the show should still be around. Apparently you can not cancel a beloved show that has been in existence over a certain amount of years. No matter how gruesome it is.

James began whispering soothing words into my ear, "She'll be fine. She's tough Jocelynn. Besides, they probably won't get too far without wanting to send her back home."

I let out a tight laugh. Abrea could drive everyone insane with her stubbornness. If she did not get her way she would constantly pick at you until she got what she wanted. Still she meant the world to me. She was the little sister I never had. I couldn't bare seeing her get hurt, let alone being murdered on a television show.

The Americans did not know that their children were being used for entertainment, but if anything happened to my Abrea... forget the president... forget the company that invented the show... forget everyone. Those people would find out.

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Abrea

God, I was lucky. I could have been on my way to Juevi, but instead I was on an airplane heading for Florida. Sure, I was going to be on a cruise for delinquents, but at least I wasn't going to be stuck in a cell.

The only downer at the moment was that I was stuck in coach, the fat man next to be smelled of rotten fish, and every time he moved he would let one rip. I just wanted to slap him in the face, and tell him that the chicken he was looking for was hiding in the folds of his stomach.

I gagged, jammed my ear buds into my ears, and closed my eyes. It was the only way to stop myself from blowing up. The thing was I wasn't always like this. Sure I was pretty bad, but once my father died six years ago, my lifestyle slowly began to change. I started arguing with my mother twenty-four seven, cheated on tests, stole and what finally did it for me, I punched a cop.