Prologue

She breathed out the last breath of smoke of the day, as she looked at the ceilings of the room.

'So this school is where I will start my new term?' Quinn thought.

Cheerings could be heard as Sam dashed from the crowd of players to the goal post. The field was practically a battlefield, where the challenge of life and death rose. Sam looked to his right, a player was dashing at him. To the left, another one ran to him with a battle cry. In front of him, a goalpost. He smirked as he sped up, heading to the goalpost.

"10…9…8….." the audience chanted.

'It's now or never," he thought.

Quinn threw her last cigarette. It rolled on the floor. Slowly.

"7…..6…..5….." the audience roared.

Sam accelerated even more. He dodged all hits from the other players, while running with all his might.

Flames bursted from the curtains, where the cigarette had knocked to. Quinn gave a short yelp, while looking for water.

"Oh my god!" a man screamed.

Smoke started to surround the whole field.

"There is fire!" another shouted. The audience shrieked and ran out of the door. The fire drill had rang, warning everyone to evacuate somewhere else.

"What?" Sam's steps froze, as he wondered about all the ruckus.

Principal Figgins opened wide the door, where the source of the smoke came from. His eyes were shocked, as he stared at the half-barbequed curtains and walls.

"Who did this?" he exclaimed.

Game over.