The Doppelganger

There are bad days , like forgetting your math homeowrk. Worse days like forgetting your math homework and having your locker decide to jam so that you have to carry your backpack with you everywhere. And then there's oh- god- why- did- I- even- get- out- of- bed-days like forgetting your homework, having your locker jammed, and learning you are this week's chosen one to die at the hands of your doppelganger. And with my shining good luck, guess which one I got? At least I don't have to make up that math homework...
Ok, ok... since you peasants have no idea what I'm talking about, lemme start from the beginning of the end.
"Pause song." I muttered to my earpiece. And no, I didn't touch it like those 21st century movies make you believe.  It's actually deep inside my ear canal, near my ear drum and very microscopic, so I can't really do that.
I jogged up the front steps to my brick dorm building, keeping my head down, hoping no... praying that the doppelganger officials were for somebody else, not me. Please not me. Please let it be bitchy Saffron that they've come for. I've always despised her. Just anyone except me.
"Clove Edengardberg?" the offical on the right drawled, looking bored. I looked up from the ground and bit my lower lip, a nervous habit. Shiiiit, they are for me.
"Yes?" I managed to say, without stammering like some people do.
The official on the left pulled a document out of his pocket and started to read from it.
"By order of law 12, section 42 of the population acts, in order to keep our nation's population at a safe low, the government  has decreed that Clove Edengardberg shall be one of ten to fight to the death against her goverment assigned doppelganger."
He put the document away and both of them harshly grabbed each of my elbows. "Come with us." they said as one. I bit my lip. As they forcefully led me to the sleek, black, goverment car (a Prius....ewwww). I refused to let my tears fall and held my head up proudly. I refused to lose what little dignity I had left by screaming, crying, and hopelessly begging for my life like others had done.
When we finally arrived at the doppelganger center, about two hours later, I had finally kinda sorta come up with a plan of survival. Your doppelganger is better than you at everything except for one small thing. Of course they never tell you what that thing is. After all, that would be too humane. Some, like my mother and father, died still wondering what they were better at.  Others, like my older sister, go insane trying to find out and kill themselves before their doppelganger can. I refuse to die like that.
The officials led me up several empty concrete flights of stairs before shoving me, quite rudely I might add, into a room that  looked like a hospital room. Slamming the door shut behind them, their laughter and footsteps echoing behind them as they walked away. I don't know how long I stayed in that room. Could have been two hours, half an hour, a day or five minutes. I don't know. I lost all sense of time in there.
The door finally opened and a brisk looking nurse walked in. She poked and prodded at me, taking notes on her small datapod before finally pricking my finger, taking a blood sample and entering that too into her machine. The datapod beeped and the nurse nodded and looked up at me.
"It's time to see your doppelganger Ms. Edengardberg." I laughed nervously and tried not to think about how in the old civilization, a person seeing their doppelganger is a omen of death. Hm... wonder where the goverment got this idea for population control?
The nurse briskly led me down a brightly lit hallway that reeked of amonia and lemons. We walked into a circular chamber filled with thousands of chyroplast cell pods stretching up to the roof in dozens of layers. Each was about the size of a person. I gasped and strained my neck trying to see where it all ends. Bile rised in my throat. They can only use a chyroplast cell pod once. So the sheer number of people who had to die was...horrific.
I shuddered and the nurse pushed a big red button on the wall behind us and a chyroplast cell pod floated down. The nurse connected her datapod through a wire and transferred my information to the machine. It lit up for a few seconds before making a dinging noise that  sounded like the sound a microwave oven makes. I laughed at that noise for some crazy reason. Crud... maybe I will go insane like my sister did.
The nurse stepped to the side and the door to the chyroplast cell pod fizzed open. Out stepped my doppelganger. I gasped. Hell, she was even wearing my exact clothes. She had my weird multi-colored eyes, the left one emerald green and the right one sapphire blue. I nervously touched my hair and saw her do the same. My older sister joked that my thick, curly, golden brown hair made me look like a lion. Now, with my doppleganger in front of me, the hair, like everything about me seemed sickly fake.  I turned and started barfing in one of the corners.
When I was done, the nurse said behind me with literally no expression in her voice.
"You have two minutes before the doppelganger test starts."
I closed my eyes as I heard the two of them leave the room. I raced to the door that leads into this chamber from the hallway and tried to open it, but it was locked. I shook the door handle but all it did was break off into my hands.
"YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!" I screamed, tears starting to roll down my face.
"30 seconds until test." An automated voice said over an intercom.
"No, no, no, " I muttered. "How was that a minute and 30 seconds?"
"10 seconds until test."
"GET ME OUT OF HERE! SOMEBODY HELP!"
"5 seconds until test."
I closed my eyes, clenched my fists and screamed. Oh god, oh god, please let this be a bad dream.
"The test has begun."
I hesitantly opened my eyes. I was standing in an open savanahh plain, the wind gently picking up my hair and playing with it. I turned around , and there was my doppelganger, smiling evilly and grasping a hunting knife. So I did the only reasonable thing... I ran.
Sprinting hard, I risked a glance behindme and there was Clove 2.0 right on my heels. I groaned. Well, I guess I could take running off the list of what I may be better at.
I ripped my hoodie off and flung it in her face but she simply batted it away. For Christ's sake, why couldn't Clove the sequel be clumsy?? Does the goverment even want me to live!? Ok...probably not but still!
Well, Clove part two may not be clumsy but I obviously still am. While I was getting my sweatshirt off, I somehow managed to trip over a rock. Who the hell puts a rock simulation in the middle of a savanahh simulation? Oh yeah... that's right. Our wonderful goverment does.
I tripped and fell gracefully face first. I rolled over and did the bravest thing in the world. Uh-huh. That's right. I scooted backwards.
Clove Jr. grabbed me by the back of my hair and placed her shiny blood free knife against my throat. I stared into her eyes, my breathes coming up in terrified gasps and she growled at me. Slowly, she lightly dragged the blade against my throat so that a thin line of blood appeared. Hissing in pain, I glared at her.
Clove the second drew her knife away from my throat  and I realized that it was the perfect oppurtunity to kick her in the gut. So I did. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do to delay her inevitable death.
The other me growled and punched me in the face before stabbing me in the gut. I screamed in pain as she twisted the blade around inside me, cackling evilly. She unpinned me but it didn't matter anyway. We both knew I was as good as dead. I weakly looked up at her and scowled. She wrenched the knife from my gut and I screamed again. Smiling sweetly, she stabbed me in the throat. I wasn't able to scream this time thankfully. To much blood gurgling in my throat and mouth.
She walked away, singing softly to herself as I stared up at the sky which was quickly becoming white. Hm... maybe the simulation broke I dreamily though to myself. Her singing drifted over to me on a breeze and I laughed through the pain and blood pooling in my mouth, causing it to spill over. So that was what I was better at... singing.
My eyelids fluttered shut as the simulation ended.
At least I died laughing.