His Game
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Every year, a group of the most elite boys at school came together to commence the Game. Don't be fooled it was nothing cute. It was savagery at its best. The Game was simple, the boys would collectively pick a victim, and the chosen player for that year would have to deflower her, in a span of 3 months, that is. Succeed and be glorified for the years to come, fail...? I wouldn't know, why? Because no one had ever failed. Hi, I'm Azra Young, and I'm this year's victim, and seemingly, it's my fault I'm in this god dang situation.
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I'll never forget the day my boyfriend died. It was all an accident, but I still feel like it was my fault. His death was exactly one year ago, but I still haven't forgiven myself for what I did to him. It was funny how well we clicked together. We were polar opposites, in personalities and in looks. He had short black hair, dark brown eyes, and tan skin while I had long, blonde hair, hazel-green eyes, and peach skin. He was a total daredevil, rebellious, and always talking. I never get in trouble, I never take risks, and I'm extremely quiet. He knew everyone at our school, and I'm more of a loner; I only have a few friends. Despite our differences, we both thought we were perfect for each other. Until mistakes lead to accidents, and those accidents fall along the lines of death...

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