Disclaimer: I don't own the novel, manga, movie of Battle Royale ;) Damn, I would be a bit in the money if I did. I don't own these song titles I used yaddayadda. I don't want to get sued or something, I only get ten pounds EMA a week.
Sorry you're not a winner
Chapter 2: What I go to school for.
Zander once again wondered why he turned up for school.
Was it the food?
Of course it was. One blind eye and the food had impossibly wiggled off your plate into the bin.
Was it the injection that was scheduled for today?
The lovely thought of being injected with the unknown into his own body made his skin tingle.
Was it the girls?
Well, what could Zander think? Girls were his forte. Of course, when entering high-school and being placed in his form, he had automatically known who would be a lookers and who would wither.
Now at the prime of his adolescence; sixteen two weeks ago. He had managed to fondle with the best. Of course, thought Zander staring off into space, he wouldn't accept anything less than the best.
Unfortunately for him, his form was littered with bloomers without a sparkle. A prime example would be gossip girl glam queen Tiffany Barker. Fully bloomed with a cute face full of fake. Her prime objective to hound the best for gossip, also known as the town bike: Francis Moore. Zander slightly shook his head. Seeing Francis Moore's fat cascading face was enough; thinking about her was overwhelming, in trying to imagine what she had done to the local i-take-what-i-can-get-guys. No standards. I-take-what-i-can-get-guys include hard-man Tony Farr. Of course, everyone knew. Francis Moore couldn't keep her mouth close or her cloths on.
Zander smirked as his chocolate eyes locked onto by far the most attractive in his form. Isabella Yanni sat at her desk, peacefully, staring into space much like himself.
Meh, thought Zander, she only gets a seven on the chart at her best. It's only as high as a seven because of them knockers.
It hit him. Knockers. Who did he know with the best knockers he had ever seen? Better than, them cheap plastic fake ones of them seductive models.
Miss Ellis, of course. His flawless tutor; who was running extremely late for registration.
That was it. What Zander Wright, aged sixteen with chocolate drops for eyes came to school for was: Miss Ellis.
It wasn't just her breasts. It was the whole aura and sparkle she gave when handing him his detention slips with a small motherly titter. How she would give him a soft smile when he was checking out Jessica Stuart assets. Zander loved the small blushes that appeared on her face when embarrassed by Callum's naughty jokes.
She was a real woman.
Zander couldn't express how he felt when he would ask for extra help from her, pretending to fail his best subject, just for that extra time alone. She was a perfect ten. A fashionable older lady, you couldn't even tell she had bore three children in her petite, slender skin.
He loved asking her uncomfortable questions, watching her fidget and blush madly. Cooing a soft "inappropriate", then turning her head away to fix her tomato face. He would just smile slyly. Zander knew that girls, ladies, women, and chicks whatever you wanted to call them, the female race wanted him.
He also knew his teacher had a crush on him. The feeling was mutual.
Zander felt a scandal coming on. Both of them caught in a suggestive pose late in the classroom only to be photographed by the perverted caretaker, Paul. Zander smiled, a full Hollywood grin. He loved the thought of them both being captured. Not just for the fact he could say, me and the teacher, yeah that's old news now I'm doing it with the headmistress. He wanted to claim Miss Ellis, or sometimes she let him call her Tracey when she was feeling in a particular pleasant mood, he wanted to claim Tracey Ellis as his.
He was severely disappointed to know nothing, not even a peck on a cheek had happened between them both. Except for that time he "accidentally" fell onto Miss Ellis and gave her left buttock a tight squeeze.
"Good times," smirked Zander, "good times."
"Zannnnnddeerrr," sung Tiffany Barker, "is what I hear true? You know about Amber Bells from Lindsay? You fumbled with her in the, ya know."
"Bathroom?" offered Zander.
Tiffany Barkers blue eyed iris lit up. This strip of information from Francis was true. Tiffany gave a glittering smile to the forms own answer to Romeo; except with a bit more of a spice, than Romeo had to offer.
Zander offered a dazzling smile which only leads to Tiffany Barker to place her skinny behind on his singular school desk. Zander noted how short her skirt was.
Niceeee, thought Zander, could do with a bit more meat on her bones, just like Tracey.
"Sooo," Tiffany crossed her slender legs, hoping the ladies man would take the bait, "Didcha hear about Jasper? You know, him." Tiffany pointed a perfectly, polished pink nail towards Jasper Harris. He wore a black beanie covering his dirty blonde hair, as he gave an intense high five to Mathew Foden. Jasper's laugh booming from his lips.
"Of course. I'm not a fool. We have been in the same form for over four years." Zander watched as the princess's poisoned lips turned sour.
"Well," huffed Tiffany, "Him and Grace finally got together. Isn't it cute? Super cute, how love blossoms? Even for people who aren't as good looking as us?"
Pfft, thought Zander, you're only a six at best, love.
"Sure. Loves fine and dandy." smiled Zander.
"Barbarians! The lot of them!" whispered Tiffany, closing the friend zone within seconds, her peach smothered lips, hot breath danced along Zanders ear. He wondered right then and there if Tiffany was a virgin with these sorts of moves.
"Who?" Zander replied calm and cool, unfazed by seduction.
"Them," her whispered was soft and hush, Tiffany felt the blaring glaze of Holly on her back.
She quickly snapped her head around, facing the front of the classroom, squaring her best friend in the eyes. Tiffany mouthed a simple question. Holly shrugged her shoulders, scared and unable to function without her leader. She quietly hustled into her seat next to Jessica, peering as Tiffany turned her full attention to Zander again.
"Holly still following you like a lost puppy?" smirked Zander, o how many times did Tiffany Barker bitch about her tag-alone, self-proclaimed best friend.
Tiffany twirled a lock of hair, her gaze glaring at the fool mouth pigs she had called barbarians, "she has been following me like a lost puppy for too long," she uttered.
"So these are the barbarians?" Zander placed his manicured hand onto her upper thigh, following her intense gaze.
Tiffany blushed from Zanders heat on her thigh. It was strange and didn't feel right at all. Tiffany gave a short nod, making her straightened blonde hair bouncy and sprawl like a spiders web.
Zander's eyes fell to the front of the class. A small circle of boys, laughing and joking with one another; these were the barbarians Tiffany was on about?
Chase Adams watched as his best friend's eyes lit up. He was giving them a walk-through about the time he had put marbles up his little brother's butt. His face couldn't hold the laughter until they end and kept on spilling out random bursts of laughter, in the wrong places.
"I got like five up there…then my mum comes in and she is all like, Callum what the fuck are you doing to your two year old brother!?" Callum let out another burst of laughter, "so I say, well mother, I'm kindly inserting some marbles up my little brothers anus. She totally lost it and grounded my arse for three months straight. I'm not allowed near the marbles anymore…or my little brother."
"Classy," snorted Jase, "this is why girls never come near you."
"Hey! They so do! The ladies can't keep their hands off agent Callum Thorley, sent to year 2009 to lay his seed in every female in the entire school."
"Even the eleven year olds? Paedophile." chuckled Deo.
"Hey, hey!" Callum stuck out his tongue in a friendly matter, "at least girls know im straight."
"You're a proper little Romeo, aren't you?" Sean smiled, "being seen with Chase all the time, of course every girl knows you're straight." Sean rolled his eyes, earning a laugh from Chase.
"Low blow, man. Low blow."
Chase gave another laugh, watching as his best friend, Callum pouted and sulked in a humorous way.
"Anyway!" Chase smirked, "After this stupid vaccination today, which I don't even know what we are getting vaccinated for."
"Aids?" offered Callum.
Everyone in the circle rolled their eyes. Trust Callum to come up with the most stupidest idea.
"Thanks, Callum. You know everything that comes out of your mouth is either bullshit, pervert or about bloody chickens." Jase commented.
"Come on! Chickens are cool! You could to admit your love for chicken, Jase. I know you want too. You loooooooove chickens" Callum smiled, brightly making his ears stick out from his head even more than usual.
Sean rolled his eyes. He caught the intense gaze of Zander Wright and Tiffany Barker who instantly turned away when Sean connected with the gossip queen.
Odd, thought Sean, little Romeo and gossip girl staring at us? Has the world gone to the dogs? Were they looking for entertainment?
"You know, Callum. I was just about to tell everyone about competing in sports day. You know do some running around, throwing stuff, etc after this bloody shot."
"Sorry." Sean held up his hands in a sorry manner, "I got to do commentary of sports day after this shot. Being on the council and all, I can't really do commentary and do the actives at the same time, Chase. Sorry, pal. Looks like you will be the one taking the record for the 200 metres sprint."
"Of course, I will." mocked Chase, "I was born to be on that field."
Chase Adams had offered wondered what it would be like to be an Olympic runner. Setting records, breaking records, holding a record. He loved feeling the pounding of his feet smacking the track perfectly, wind smoothing his cape of hair back, his eyes awaiting the prize. Chase Adams dream wanted to break out and become a reality.
"Im out as well, Chase" Deo O'Hara's heavy Irish accent breaking through Chase's mind numbing thoughts, "got a street race at one. Can't be late otherwise disqualification is on the cards. Got to hold up my title to, Skye." Deo smirked.
Athletically, Deo O'Hara wasn't very high in standards, his muscular frame made him drag against the wind when running. His motivation, too low to take shot-put or javelin seriously. However, give him a stirring wheel and a rumbling engine, he would be quicker than a bullet from a gun.
"Will there be girls?" Callum asked.
"Of course, females and males do compete in sports." Jase rolled his eyes and looked down to his stomach, his pot belly stretching his white school uniform top until the buttons poked in old angles, "I think my answer is answered by my gut."
Callum lightly patted Jase's ever-growing stomach lightly giving a soft aw. "When is the baby due? Got any names? I quite like the name Callum Jr. You know, after his father!"
Jase gave a quick, vicious slap to Callums quite large forehead. The group emerged into laughter.
"Well. I think it's a no from me too, Chase. I've been asked by Alexandra Isley to go back to her place. Team orgy with her mother, thought we might spice up our relationship a bit more."
"Shut up, Callum. She might hear you!" Deo replied, "last time you said that her nipples tasted like prawn crackers, your balls had be removed from your arse."
"Hey! It's all in the name of love! We have this sweet relationship, but we have to keep it on the low, with me being an agent and her being a secret call-girl."
Chase soon tuned out the meaningless banter from his friends. His mind twitching for a challenge on the track.
The classroom door slammed open and panting Tabitha Jinx appeared; dyed blonde hair stuck-up, messy and wind swept. Her usually pasty, white skin had turned flame red.
"I made it!" squeaked Tabitha, tottering in, catching the gaze of every student in the classroom.
"Are you sure?" behind a tottering Tabitha, headmistress Kenton appeared, a silk plucked eyebrow raised.
Tabitha bowed her head and rushed to her open seat, next to the forms loner, Luke Stovin. Luke grimaced at the annoying blonde. What had he done to deserve an entire year sat next to someone with a god complex? No wonder, he drank as much as he did. Keeping a beer closed in his backpack, just for a dire situation. A dire situation included Tabitha opening her mouth to ask something, even for a pencil.
"Year eleven, class E, Im sorry to inform you but your teacher, Miss Ellis has come down with a terrible case of flu, so she won't be coming back for a while." Miss Kenton assured.
That poor woman, thought Miss Kenton. She won't ever be coming back.
Olivia Rennison heard a handful of swear words exit Zander Wrights mouth. She could have sworn the disgusting playboy was indeed in love with Miss Ellis. Olivia to meek and shy to speak up, stored these hideous thoughts away.
"We have quite a lot of sickness happening at the moment. So I shall be taking the register and sending you off to the nurse's office."
They should have never defined the government, thought Miss Kenton. Now they have all got a one way ticket to hell.
The full length mirror showed her disguise. She felt sick, once again. Cradle-snatching. That what she was doing, cradle-snatching. She stood still in a room full of white. The ceiling a snow white, the walls stained white, the floor tiled ghostly white. The nurse's office.
Yumiko Fujiyoshi tugged at her fake skin. Her mind hadn't processed what was happening. One minute she was spiting up her bowels in her fancy apartment in Japan and now she was stood, silently in the middle of Mathew Humberstones nurses office. Her finger tips traced the nurse's badge. A fake name was imprinted on her security badge. Her daughter used to be the nurses aid.
A tear threatened to fall onto her meek features when a porky hand surrounded her shoulder.
"Are you ok, Fujiyoshi?" asked Norman.
Yumiko turned around to face the balding man. She gave a weak smile. She had only met Norman a few hours ago, but he seemed a gentle giant, why was he mixed up in this terrible business? Did he have a duty like her? Did he need to do this job to support his house that kept away the pain? He gave her a strong smile.
"It will be ok," Norman smiled showing a few yellowing teeth, "we've been over the plan, remember?"
Yumiko remembered alright. She felt like the grim reaper taking these poor innocence souls to hell. The body-numbing needles jingled a death tune in her pocket.
"Don't worry! Ralf knows how to work chlorophene and he might not look all the muscle but he can drag a school child like the best of us!"
Yumiko had taken an instant dislike to Ralf's eager nature. He seemed gleeful to be taking teenagers to a cruel game for the sake of two nations to become peaceful. Then again, the government didn't give a second thought to something that could prevent a war, even if one class a year would disappear and become stars for seven-two hours. Then there would be one. One who would be screwed up beyond belief. Apparently that's how you weed out teenage criminals.
"Why are you here, Norman?" asked Yumiko.
Norman looked down into the small woman's eyes. She looked desperate to hear him say blackmail, duty or something important. How could Norman tell her he left his wife a note telling him what he was doing? How he was doing more than technical work, he was actually helping teenagers aboard to the game she had cursed with her religion so many a times.
Norman shook his head.
"I think its better I don't answer that question…"
"Seems like everyone is here for once," a surprised Miss Kenton placed down the register on the teacher's desk.
"Well I came just to see your beautiful face, Fiona."
"Callum, Thorley. Detention" Miss Kenton smirked.
"Heaven to Jesus almighty," Callum huffed, "romance is dead nowadays, isn't it, Miss Kenton?"
"Indeed it is Callum. So is justice," answered Miss Kenton, she already knew the latte one had a different meaning.
"No drag races today, huh? Deo? Skye?"
Skye Ripley shook his head in silence. Sometimes words weren't necessary. Skye's eyes traced to his cocky enemy on the circuit. Deo gave a little mocking queen wave.
"Well I guess its time for you guys to get walking to the nurse's office," Miss Kenton's eyes traced the students as they began to walk to the door.
In Julia Peterson's case she was being pushed by best friend Olivia Rennison to the nurse's office. Julia gave a nervous smile, showing her open fear of needles to Miss Kenton's beady eyes.
Poor girl, thought Miss Kenton, she won't last a day. I doubt she would be even allowed to play. Shot right on spot.
Within minutes the clattering crash of silence surrounded, Miss Kenton. Most of the students were blundering down the halls to line up for an injection of a life-time.
Callum Thorley had taken his time to get a last word in edge ways with the headmistress whose office had become like a returning jail for Callum.
"I'll see you in detention dear, Fiona!" chimed Callum, his voice ringing loud and clear in the deserted classroom.
"Callum, Thorley! You get another hour for that, young man!" Miss Kenton snarled, "My name isn't supposed to be used by sixteen year old know it alls!"
"Hey, hey! Kenton! The Kentonator! Ill soon be out of this fine educational factuality of learning, then who is gonna stop me from calling you, Fiona?"
Callum Thorley sped off out of the classroom.
Miss Kenton gave a small smile.
He won't even be able to serve his detention for me. Let alone finish school. Poor souls. I will pray for every single one of you.
That's when; Fiona Kenton broke down and cried. She cried for her students lives. She cried for the stupidity of the government. However, most of all, she cried for the fact she was pro-battle royale.