For those Battle Royale fans I may screw up the story a bit at the end so sorry ahead of times. I'm not great at doing personalities so sorry if sometimes they don't sound like themselves.
In the early twenty-first century Earth's population was growing dangerously huge so a meeting was held at the United Nations. During the meeting they agreed upon pitting one class against each other. A random lottery would happen throughout each country to choose which school and class would be chosen. The only rule for the choice was that they had to be 16 years old. They believed it was an age perfect for what they had to do. For the first time an unsuspecting private school was chosen. The class was small, only twenty-two so they thought to mix it up they were bringing two new kids into the battle.
Bump. The bus holding twenty-two students suddenly hit a pothole. The students didn't know where they were going but if they knew they wouldn't want to be on the bus.
"This trip is going to be awesome!" Said the biggest person on the bus. He took up the whole seat and his back was turned talking to the two behind him.
"We don't know where we're going so we can't be sure of that Owen," the boy at the window seat said. His neighbor replied,
"Noah, can't you think positive? We could be going to the beach and hooking up with the babes."
"Cody I doubt that. All we know is that our parents all have agreed to let us go. Parent's wouldn't let us go "hook up with babes"." Noah said. They continued to discuss where they were going.
The seat next to them was filled with the newest couple, the loner and the musician. Trent had been singing to Gwen most of the trip. The most obsessed couple; Bridgette and Geoff had been making out most of the trip. Izzy; the psychopath was harassing the bus driver asking if she could drive. Like always Harold was trying to go out with LeShawna. Since he had been doing this for over an hour she forced him to get his own seat. Courtney and Duncan; the couple that fights the most was just like that fighting again. In the back of the bus Sadie and Katie was checking out Justin and gossiping like they always do.
"Tyler, I can't wait until we get to the beach! I so need a tan; it's almost spring and I don't have one yet." The dumbest girl in the class said.
"And I can show off my rad beach gymnastics to you, Lindsey." Tyler said to her. Near the front where the rejects sat DJ sat across from Heather. The front seats held Beth, Ezekiel, and Eva.
"Windows up everyone." The bus driver said randomly. They all did it and then they drove through a tunnel. The second the whole bus was completely dark gas started to come out and everyone fell asleep.
When they awoke on the ground of what seemed like a classroom. When they looked around they found two desks on opposite sides of the room. On the left a tanned girl with purple hair was sitting, smiling at them. The right contained a Latin looking boy sitting on the desk not in. When Justin saw this he became furious; no one has ever been better looking then him. He doesn't like competition.
Courtney stood up and said, "as Class President I believe I should be the one to make the plan on what we should do."
"But Noah is our Male President, he should have his say in this as well," Cody said.
"Noah? For making money he may be useful but in this real world situation I am the most useful. I was a CIT last summer," Courtney responded. After saying that the door slammed open and men in military uniforms came in and covered the room where the students weren't sitting. After they all got in a man wearing a suit came in.
"Where's our teacher?" Katie asked.
"Not here, now listen close. The world's government has chosen to choose one class from each country and pit you against each other. You're the lucky class for Canada. And if you're wondering my name is Chris McLean," Chris said.
"Yeah right, this is just a reality show I bet." Noah said.
"You can't make us do this! We have rights! I refuse to do it," Sadie screamed.
"I didn't want to have to do this but you leave me no chose," Chris said. He reached into his pocked, pulled out a knife and threw it right in the middle of Sadie's eyes. This killed her instantly and became a blood bath. "As you see, I was serious," Chris said with a disgusted look on his face.
"Sadie!" Katie screamed and ran over to her body. After what seemed like a minute of crying she looked up and got herself together knowing that's what Sadie would have wanted her to do.
"So now that that's over let me finish the rules. Your goal in this "game" is to stay alive until you're the last person alive. Meaning you have to kill your classmates." Chris said.
"I can't kill anyone Chris, Momma wouldn't like it," DJ said.
"Sorry dude, it's kill or be killed." Chris said.
"Who are the two people in the desks? They aren't from our class," Courtney asked.
"We know, but your class was really small so we thought we'd add two people. Sierra and Alejandro are their names, be nice to them. They're new student; now let's begin roll call. When I call your name you will come up take a bag and leave through the door. Inside the bag contains some food, a compass, and a random weapon. Sometimes you get lucky and it's a gun sometimes you don't and get a garbage can head." Chris said and then made a motion with his hands to have one of the army guys bring up the container of bags.
"Alejandro." The Latin boy jumped out of the desk and walked toward the bags, grabbed one, and left.
"Beth, Bridgette, Cody, Courtney, DJ, Duncan, Eva, Ezekiel, Geoff, Gwen, Harold." Half of them had left and half were still there. They left one at a time so the tension was very high for those who were still there. Finally after Harold left Chris began again.
"Heather, Izzy, Justin, Katie, LeShawna, Lindsay, Noah, Owen, Sierra, Trent." After Trent left Tyler was alone with Chris and the army.
"So Tyler, last one to leave. Perhaps that means you'll win; probably not. Tyler." Chris said. Tyler walked up, grabbed the bag and left.
Dead: Sadie
So how was it? Horrible? Review so I can be better. I know it was short but the next ones won't be.