All of the girls in my room woke at the crack of dawn to prepare themselves in whatever way necessary. Today was the face-off. All twelve of the girls and boys were to fight until death for the position of chief. Only the strongest would receive the title, the others would be sent to their grave. I had been planning my strategy for weeks now. I would use my size to my advantage and act as small and meek as I was capable of until I enter the ring, then I would show the true me. Every contender was equipped with a small dagger for their first battle, whatever weapons they took from their opponents or surroundings were legal to use and would provide an advantage. "Observation is key." That has been my motto for the past three weeks. Observe the demeanor, habits, strengths, and weaknesses of my opponents. I also challenged myself to find at least three uses for common natural elements as I came across them. Today was going to be extremely stressful, but very worth it in the end. At breakfast I ate as little as I could while allowing myself to take in a proper amount of carbohydrates and proteins. I would need the energy. We went back to our room to get dressed and prepare ourselves finally. I wore a light brown tank top and black biking shorts along with the steel toed boots we were given. I chose to pull my hair back in two French braids to add to my childish appearance. I attached my dagger to my belt and set off for the arena. My first opponent was Milla. She hadn't seemed to be much of a threat until this morning when she dropped her act of airheaded stupidity. She also had at least a foot and a half on me in height, which means more weight as well. Before I was aware of it we were at our destination and I heard my name over the loud speaker directing me to the correct ring. Milla, who had seemed to be my friend, glared at me.
"Clarissa." She spat at me, curt and cruel. My head was still slightly reeling as the bell to begin rang.