When I woke up, the first thing I saw when I looked down was Fletcher, standing up and watching me as the rest of my enemies slept peacefully. His face lit up when he realized I was awake.

Putting his finger to his mouth to signal for me to be quiet, he gestured for me to come down from the tree. What? I shook my head firmly. Seriously, maybe he really was trying to get me killed.

Fletcher grabbed a knife from the ground and held it out towards sleeping Vanessa. He nodded. I saw. He was trying to help me escape.

As silently as possible, I untied the rope around me and stood up carefully on my branch. It was difficult, since I just woke up, but I climbed down the tree slowly. When my feet touched the ground, the leaves crunched. Oops. Thankfully, nobody stirred.

I turned around, and Fletcher and I just stared at each other for a second. I was trying to decode his facial expression. Oh, I would have so much to say to him, once we got away.

But first there was the "once." We had to get away first. Fletcher bent down and took Lexi's bow and quiver, which was carelessly left lying on the ground next to her. We shared a look of disgust at her and David cuddling. Fletcher handed me the archery supplies, and I put them on top of my backpack. Quietly, we started to sneak away into the woods.

We were about thirty feet away from them, when something whizzed past my ear and lodged into a tree. A knife. Just like in my nightmare.

"Hiya!" shouted someone, jumping from the bushes. The tough boy from Woodworking. He had a spear, pulled back to toss right at Fletcher.

"Ha!" Fletcher grunted as he skillfully grabbed the knife from his belt, and all in one fluid movement, tossed it at the attacker. It hit his arm, and he dropped the spear, crying out in pain and falling back into the bushes. No cannon. The boy was still alive. Wait a second, now my best friend was throwing knives like a pro, too?

Behind us, Lexi, David, Vanessa, and Paisley were waking up.

"No!" cried Vanessa, snatching up some knives and coming at the two of us. She stumbled, her muscles weren't fully awake yet, and Fletcher grabbed my hand. He pulled me along as we bolted through the forest.

Vanessa wasn't representing the Gym class for nothing. She was as fast as a bullet, and catching up to Fletcher and I quickly. Lexi and David trailed behind, screaming at us.

I thought things would be all right when Vanessa slowed and we kept running, but I looked back and in one second of my forgetfulness, our escape plan was ruined. When I turned back around from looking at Vanessa, a thick tree branch decided it would be a great time to give me a high-five. In the face.

I fell to the ground, screaming. Something warm was covering my face, and my hands shot up to hold my nose. I should have had the sense to get up and keep running, but my head hurt so badly that I just lay there.

"Chyna!" cried a voice, I think Fletcher's, I couldn't tell because it was distorted. Fletcher knelt down by my side, and he became blurry. "No, you have to get up!"

His voice brought me back to reality. If I kept laying there, I'd die, right there, by Vanessa's hand. I wanted to live another day.

With all of the effort I could muster, I pulled myself up off the ground, with Fletcher's help, and we ran. We ran across the top of a long, steep hill, and suddenly, still running, Fletcher glanced at me.

"Chyna," he huffed, out of breath. "I promise... we'll find each other... again..." And with that, he reached out and shoved me, hard, knocking me off balance and sending me screaming, tumbling down the hill. Something scratched my face, nearly poking out my eye, and the blood from my nose was smearing on my cheeks. Gross.

By the time I stopped rolling and falling down, I was at the base of the hill and, I thought, completely bruised up. I wiped my nose on my jacket sleeve.

Then I could see what Fletcher was planning. He was still running on the path we were, Vanessa not far behind, distracting her from me. He pushed me down hill, out of danger.

In anger at Vanessa for separating us and determination to see Fletcher again, I grabbed the bow from my back and loaded an arrow. I pulled back.

"Ahh!" I cried as I released the string, sending an arrow flying up the hill. I thought that it wouldn't make it. But the arrow soared, going up the hill, flying, right towards Lexi.

I watched in shock as Lexi fell to the ground, and David panicked beside her. A cannon blasted. She was dead. I killed her. I stared at the bow, held in my hands, and dropped it into the grass. I backed away and fell to my knees.

For all of my middle school and first high school years, Lexi had been torturing me and my friends nonstop. We had so much history, even though it was bad, and now, in a fit of my rage, I killed her. A human being. I was shaking with guilt and frustration.

Now, Fletcher was gone, too, and who knows what would happen to him. Then, to make matters worse, another cannon shot off. Maybe that was Fletcher.

I was ready to abandon all hope. Not even caring that it was completely suicidal, I rolled over in the grass at the base of that hill and waited for someone to finish off my already half-dead soul.