Chapter 1
Kayli's POV
I can't believe I'm in a drawing to be chose with another person just so I can be a wife of a 1D band member.
This is just sick. I know... 'Omg! You don't want to be One Direction's wife?!?'
Of course I do, but really? Fighting and getting killed for marriage to someone who doesn't even know you're living?
Like I said. Sick. Why would the boys agree to this? I thought they were better people.
"Do you have to go?" My best friend, Logan (a guy), asks me through the phone. I sigh, "Apparently. I'm so sorry... I wouldn't go if I didn't have to." I walk around my lawn nervously.
My sister, Leigh, comes out. "You ready?" She asks. She entered, too. She's 14.
'ALL DIRECTIONERS REPORT TO ALVINTOWN' A loud voice booms out of nowhere.
My mother is running outside. "You don't have to do this, girls!" She pleads.
"Yes, We do. Remember? They gave us that phony win-a-free-backstage-pass thing with your information and everything, unless you didn't send it back. And if We don't show up, we're going to jail!" I explain.
This is really crappy. I'm a 16 year old girl in a choosing to die. And for the third time.. These are Sick, sick people...
Mom believes me, since I'm telling the truth and drives me to Alvintown.
"Bye mom." I choke out. Don't cry, Kayli... It's not like your going to be picked! There's like 1000+ names in there.. And you're just one person!
All the parents are in the back of the crowd of directioners.
"Okay!" The mans voice booms again. "Now! We will start our drawing for the two girls in Florida."
"Now, we will do the upper half of Florida first!" He smiles.
The man spins his hand around the bowl and mixes it a little until choosing a slip of paper.
"Jean Karshan!" He cheers. I don't know her, shes at the top part of our state. I'm at the bottom.
"Ah, Jean, come on up, hun." She's walking up really slowly, very surprised she was chosen.
Jean has dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. She looks about fifteen.
She finally makes it to the stage so the announcer guy says, "and now the south half!"
He does the same as he did with the north bowl. He mixes and mixes and snatches one out.
"Leigh Jordan!" He yells through the microphone.
I look around for my sister. I can't believe they chose her. "L... Leigh! Leigh, no! No!" I yell for her. "Kayli what are you doing?!" She asks.
"I volunteer! No! I volunteer!" I scream out. Then the man says, "Well, that is not allowed. But I guess I could let it by this one time
I walk up exactly like Jean did. Very slowly. I have no experience in fighting, like at all.
"Everyone! Our may-be-future wives of two One Direction members!" He cheers and lead us to a building for our last goodbyes
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The One Direction Games
FanfictionOne Direction has a contract they can't get out of. Two directioners from every one of the 50 states will be chosen to fight to the death on live TV. The last five girls remaining will be their wives. Who'll win? No telling. (Because I don't even kn...