We had woke up in a large room, as big as our gymnasium but with no light gravitating from the windows. We were confused, all 60 of us. Our confused and frail bodies, strewn in random yet seemingly planned spaces throughout the room. Now, we make it up onto our feet, confused by the erie silence that threatens to drive all of us crazy. One girl goes completely wild, cracking under the strangeness and the unfamiliarity of the situation, she cries and pounds the wall, and I think I'm the only one who sees her. Then, in the corner of the large room, a door opens. Leading to somewhere else.
As the students attract towards the small door, they begin to trample over one-another, almost crushing each other but keeping the situation under control. As I come into the room, standing on my toes to get a glimpse of what is in the room, I see nothing but a tiny elevator shaft in the middle; glass and transparent, except for the elevator blocking the view through the shaft. Soon everyone calms down and forms a circle around the shaft, creating air for some breathing room. A bright red spot on the floor, neatly painted, surrounds the elevator. Everyone mutters, knowledgeable of what the object before them is, but afraid to make contact with it. It becomes clear that talking isn't going to make things go any faster, and words seize to fill the small circular room.
Immediately after silence resumes, a panel on the wall slides to the side, and two soldiers in camouflage outfits, holding AK-47s step out, and then step on either side of the wall panel. All of us have moved away from the soldiers in the way we have avoided the elevator.
However, the elevator becomes the least of our worries when out of the darkness that clouds inside the wall, steps Mr. Been for the first time. Commotion arises but we all share a similar fear that if we do too much, the soldiers will use their weapons. Mr. Been's face is being veiled with sleepless nights, stress of anxiety, but you can still see the pain on his face, and you can tell he isn't happy to see us.
Some teacher, he is openly unwilling and unhappy to see the students that he taught for an entire year. Despite this, seeing an adult that I am familiar with is comforting somewhat. But I'm puzzled as to why he is here, which lingered in my mind the second I saw him, but only surfaced after I was done mulling over what a bad person he seems to be.
That's when I notice the necklace. It's wrapped loosely around my neck, but I can't take it off, and it comes close to some parts of my throat. My brain receives a shock of fear, and immediately I feel as if I'm going to vomit. I'm in Battle Royale. It explains everything, the odd caution of the students, the sickly metallic smell in the air, and the awful reasonless feeling of misery. The senseless slaughter is going to begin, and I am one of the victims.