First of all, this has nothing to do with Twilight, I just needed a category.

I woke up with a start, sitting on my bed, with the alarm clock ringing in the distance.

I glanced over.

Seven-oh-one.

It was a Thursday, so I had school.

I went to St. Rita Middle School, and I lived in New Haven, Connecticut.

My name, Mark Ryuzaki, fourteen-year-old kid, who has so far lead a normal life… so far.

I slid out of bed, still in my black-and-white pajamas, to hear my mom's voice.

"Mark! Hurry up! You'll be late for school!"

"I'm coming, mom," I replied, shuffling down the stairs.

Once I reached the bottom, I slid into the kitchen on my socks.

As I grabbed a chair, my mom leaned over and told me, "Mark, you have mail."

I looked at her. "Huh? I never get mail."

I shrugged, "What is it, a package?"

"No, it's just a card. You'll see. I didn't open it either," then she walked off, leaving some pop-tarts on the table.

I picked them up, as I ran over to grab my book-bag.

Then I slung it over my shoulder, took a bite of my pop-tart, and walked towards the door.

Sure enough, there was a little envelope.

I tore it open, and pulled out a little black and silver card, with little silver print on it.

I stepped out the door with a quick, "Bye mom," and I was on my way.

I walked over and grabbed my dark-blue bike and hopped on it.

I had to bike, because my mother had one of those at-home-college courses, you know, and she had to stay home all day.

As I slid smoothly along the sidewalk, I passed the St. Rita school bus, and I glanced my unruly black hair, pulled back my the wind.

I dropped the pop-tarts into the trash as I kept riding.

Before I opened the card, I checked my watch.

Seven-forty-six.

Then I pulled the card out of my pocket.

Oops.

While I wasn't paying attention, the bus took a sharp turn on the road towards my school, and almost hot me, except I swerved out of the way, just in time.

In the end, I was just on pace again… except I dropped the card.

I turned around quickly, scanning for the dark note on the lush green grass next to the sidewalk.

There.

I jumped off the bike and ran towards it.

When I was about halfway, I heard a bark.

A dog.

My luck. Ha.

The humongous dog darted towards me, hate in it's eyes.

But I needed that card.

I was too fast for it.

As it came at me, I did something I didn't think I could do.

I leapt into the air, planted my right foot on top of the dog's head, then pushed off.

When I landed, I stuck on my left foot, a foot or so on the other side of the card, and I pushed off, darting over, and grabbing, the card, running past the confused dog, and to my bike.

I easily slid onto it and then I was off.

Whew.

"That was too close," I muttered to no one in particular.

After about twenty minutes -it's now eight-ten- I arrived at my school.

The unread letter in my jacket pocket.

I stuck my bike into it's bike-rack, and walked over to the middle school hall.

Most of the people were already in class, but a few were still outside.

I leaned against the wall and pulled the card of my pocket, and unfolded it. It began:

Mr. Ryuzaki,

Welcome to the Death Games...