The Hideout
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Last published Thu, Dec 19, 2019
Like the beginning of a dystopian adventure teen drama movie, my brain started playing triumphant but nervous music as a background as I pretended to have a slow motion conversation. I go back to my flawlessly fictional set up and I notice all the cameras watching my every move. As I give them my best fake smile, I continue gracefully walking towards the arena. It's a flat ground and as I come towards the centre, I see everyone staring at me. I feel a sudden bang of self-consciousness as I realise every time I fall, the nation laughs at me, every time I get hurt, the nation will gasp and every time I escape, the nation will cheer me on. I look around and see that everyone else looks just as nervous as me.
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