Note: Rated M because of Swearing, Violence, and general theme. This is my first work of writing ever, that is not related to school. Please review with constructive criticism. Legal Things: I don't own Battle Royale. The details of the story are my individual ideas, as are the characters, which are fictional as well. The title Battle Royale and concept of the program are not my ideas, don't sue me. Enjoy.

Class List

Boys-

1.Michael Anderson

2. Steve Baker

3. Nick Barkland

4. Aaron Berton

5. Allen Conors

6. Dylan McDonald

7. Christopher Duncan

8. Jordan Finnerty

9. Dan Forbes

10. Scott Helman

11. Sean Jacobs

12. Tim Kinsmen

13. Albert Leibowitz

14. Justin Lores

15. Patrick Macleod

16. Zack Mannis

17. Richard Malikov

18. Blair Norton

19. Blake Orden

20. Stuart Raffer

21. Craig Raimond

22. Matthew Richards

23. Dennis Sanders

24. Steve Tremblant

25. Jon Vance

26. Chris Wallace

Girls-

1. Julia Alston

2. Amanda Balton

3. Kathryn Balm

4. Katy Berton

5. Lindsay Dole

6. Natasha Gale

7. Shana Halden

8. Devon Jetter

9. Megan Norris

10. Larua Owen

11. Janet Pell

12. Mary Pentikov

13. Erin Ping

14. Tori Rawlings

15. Susan Shiel

16. Sam Stokes

17. Caitlin Stryker

18. Bethan Telford

19. Allison Tolman

20. Miranda York

Antebellum- Chapter I

The plane was now approaching the islands, from further back in the plane he could hear some of his classmates talking excitedly about the spectacular view. The flight to Hawaii was coming in just as the sun was setting, when he looked out the window he saw something of real beauty, the sun was setting gently on the pacific ocean, golden-red rays of light reflecting off the waves. If he had been on the other side of the plane, he would have seen the Islands bathed in the rich light, looking like the paradise that it was, but the waves were just fine for Scott Helman (Boy #10,) who had never been outside of Ontario back home in Canada.

And this is the last time I get to leave home for a while. He thought sadly. Scott was eager to land, he wanted to get off the plane and enjoy the trip his class had won. "Hey Tim," Scott said as he tugged on the classmate's sleeve (which belonged to Boy # 12) who was sitting next to him, "Tim!"

"What," Tim replied tensely, "can't it wait?"

"Uh, not really," His excited classmate explained, "take a look out the window, the water looks so amazing out here."

"I'll look at the stupid water when we land. Please, just...stop talking for now."

"Oh yeah," Scott remembered, "sorry man, I'll shut up." Scott had no intention of making his best friend angry at him. Scott had forgotten that Tim had a fear of heights, and the flights accompanying the trip were something Tim was dreading. Although it seemed cruel, Scott was slightly glad for Tim's fear, it allowed him to have the window seat, which he wanted so he could get a good view as the plane approached. It was a smaller plane, with a passenger capacity of only 50 the plane was almost full, with the 46 students and their teacher.

Now, Scott was an average guy. Standing at 5' 8", and only weighing 120, he wasn't much of a physical threat to anyone. No fat, but truly not made of muscle. He had short hair which was dyed fire truck red and spiked up all over his head, giving his head a look somewhat of a spiked ball of fire. Although he wasn't strong be any means, he made up for it in cunning, wit and a mouth that could argue it's way out an electric-chair. In History or English he almost had the highest grades without trying. Subjects with out numbers and formulas, ones where he could imagine things or something with events came naturally to him. They clicked. On the other hand, subjects like math he would have failed every grade if it wasn't for Tim.

Tim was a math guy, he had no problem helping Scott with math, but only helping, never cheating. It came as a tradeoff though. Where Tim could crunch numbers like almost no one else in their class could, he was less than excellent in english. English was were Scott got to pay Tim back for the math help. But their balance didn't end there. While Scott could form an eloquent speech in a matter of minutes, Tim would have a hard time writing a speech if he was given three months. He was quieter than Scott, and words just weren't what he cared about. By all means he wasn't an idiot, he could strategize in the board games he and Scott played wonderfully. But his intelligence was more a book smart, while Scott had the street smarts. The classic combo of the two was only complemented further by the fact that while Scott had almost no muscle to speak of, Tim was what many of his classmates called, a "tank". Stronger than anyone else in their class, though he was never someone to intimidate, he just lifted weights when he got bored, and he got bored a lot. But for all his strength, Tim was hating these damn airplane rides. After arriving in California on a full sized passenger plane, the class got a transfer to the smaller plane for the short ride to the Hawaiian Islands. For most students it wasn't a big deal to transfer, but for Tim and a few other students were not as comfortable flying, it seemed like going through a second hell. Scott tried to comfort his friend.

"Don't worry Tim, we've almost landed," then imitating a voice distorted through an announcement "We're beginning our final approach to the lovely island of Hawaii, we hope you've enjoyed your plane ride with us. Have a lovely vacation."

"Ya, to bad the peanuts were crap." Tim cracked a bad joke.

"Sometimes Tim...sometimes..." Scott said jokingly with a small shake of his head.

"All the time Scott. All the time." Both Tim and Scott laughed, the joke helped put Tim at ease, it was a typical exchange of their's, as serious as Tim was most of the time, he enjoyed getting a being weird sometimes. Unlike Scott, who seemed weird most of the time, except for when he acted even more different, worse than normal according to Tim. When Scott got like that he got anti-social, quiet, and he got a look in his eyes like something was going on in that brain that was making eyes gleam, like his imagination was going wild, seeing what ever his mind wanted to see. That look, more than anything else worried Tim. Scott was a normal kid according to Tim, but his imagination was as active of that as a kindergarten kid. He never brought up the fact that the look was a little off-setting, what was the point? Was there really anything wrong with being imaginative, just breaking away from reality for a little while? Tim saw no harm in it, so he let Scott be himself, and Scott let Tim be himself, and that was something that made the friendship so strong.


Peering over the shoulder, while shoving that shoulder to get a better view, Blake Orden (Boy #19) was trying to catch a glimpse of the Island that they should be landing on, but Dennis Sanders (boy #23) was looking out the window blocking any chance for Blake to see anything but Dennis's golden-blonde hair.

Blake Barked, "Get of the way jackass!"

"Screw off," Dennis shot back at him, turning around to push Blake back down into his seat. Blake gave him a swift punch the back, Dennis's position didn't change. Although Blake was one of the strongest boys in the class, Dennis was stronger, both of them being very muscular, and what a lot of girls would have called "Hot," but that was only girls who didn't know them. None of the girls would ever openly admit to liking one of them, though one or two did secretly, they were both to much of jerks to really want to date. But many guys in their school saw them as a "man's man," strong, athletic, good looking, confident. The only two guys who really stood a chance against either of them in a fight was Steve Baker, (boy #2) who was interested in weight training and wrestling, and Tim Kinsmen, who was all muscle. The difference between these four boys though was that while Dennis and Blake would fight without a second thought, Tim and Steve both had their heads on straight and were much more calm and intelligent, to be blunt, they were a lot more mature than the two who were fighting to get a good look out the window.

Blake had finally given up trying to use their window and had gotten out of his seat and went to the row behind him to use that window. Both of the passengers directly behind them were sleeping, as he slid in between his seat and the sleeping classmates legs he didn't even attempt not to bang their knees. Although the person in the aisle seat stayed fast asleep, after all, Jon Vance (boy #25) was quite the deep sleeper, the girl sleeping quietly in the window seat was awoken by the harsh hit on her knees. Mary Pentikov (girl #12) was never shy to express her feelings, and now was no exception.

"Hey! You jerk!" she said with a forceful edge in her calm voice, "Get out of our seats!"

"Jesus, calm down," Blake spat back, " Just getting a better look, not like you were even using your window."

"You're right, I wasn't using it. But now that I've been oh-so rudely woken, I think I'll make use of that window now." She replied smugly.

Holy crap, fine, I'll leave." He said with an acid tone. Just under his breath he mumbled, "ugly bitch."

"What did you just say?"

It was Jon, it seemed he was woken, but hadn't said anything until he caught what was said about his girlfriend.

"Nothing you wimp, go back to sleep." Blake hissed. He continued back to his own seat and sat down without ever actually getting a good view outside. Just to ease his frustration he kicked the seat in front of him.

"HEY! Cut it out Blake!" It was Julia Alston (Girl #1), a smaller girl who was friends with almost everyone, and who was trying to read her book in peace. She was a type of person that had a personality that really made it hard for everyone not to like her. Well, almost everyone.

"Shut the fuck up," Blake snapped back at her.

Someone's in a bad mood. Julia thought to herself as she tried to find her place in the book that she was interrupted from reading.

"Thanks," Mary smiled, slipping her hand into Jon's.

Jon smiled as he rested he head down onto the uncomfortable seat. Mary closed her eyes and rested her head on Jon's shoulder, thinking of all the fun things they could do, all the fun places they could visit on the trip. She sat there, falling back asleep, smiling at the thoughts of the time ahead of them, still clutching his hand.


A sharp ping was heard to all students who were awake.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience everyone, but the plane's air conditioning has stopped working," it was one of the two flight attendants, speaking in a very matter of fact manner and as if she really couldn't care less about the inconvenience, "The flight as about fifteen to twenty minutes left. To remain as comfortable as possible we suggest opening the air nozzle to keep the plane a comfortable temperature. Outside the temperature is 57 degrees Fahrenheit, which is 14 degrees Celsius. Once again, please open the air nozzles to circulate cooler air throughout the plane. Thank you."

All except a few students who weren't awake opened the air nozzles if they weren't open already. Some students opened those their seat partner's nozzles if they were too short, asleep, or in one case, too focused on staying calm and keeping his nerves under control. The two flight attendants walked up and down the aisle, opening any of the sleeping students nozzles.


She opened the door of the airplane washroom to an eerie sight, or more so sound. It was odd because the usually noisy class was, to her complete shock and amazement, silent. Devon Jetter (girl #8) looked around as she cautiously made her way to her seat near the front of the plane. She felt odd. Her feet, they were heavy, hard to move. She tried to ask the stewardess who was walking towards her what was happening and why the flight attendant was wearing a funny looking mask, but all she could manege was to mumble something incoherently. Was the plane going down? Is that an oxygen mask? Has everyone fainted? The flight attendant took her by the arm and half led, half dragged Devon back to her seat. Once seated, her head was too heavy to even lift off her chest. She closed her eyes and slept.