as she slowly turned on the mic, miss kindon realized why she hated kids so much. it was because they were so, intent on doing there own thing, that they would rebel against anyone who dared to stop them. the result of the first day proved that. damn, in japan and the us, games had been won before noon. but here she was, a whole day after starting, with twenty-five of the little shits remaining. never mind, the few that were killing would lower the numbers during the night.
"it's late, and you should be in bed! that right, it's the start of the second day, and we have ourselves some kills since i was last here. lets hear the list of the ones who didn't play the game."
girl#12 katie jo walker boy#21 henry cullen boy#20 elliott jones boy#4 simon chigey.
"what a shame. the boys are starting to lose. even simon chigey, and he was classified as "violent" on our records. now time for the danger zones! at 2:00, h2. at 4:00, g5, and at 6:00, d5. oh, well. keep it up girls, and boys, watch out, the girls aren t taking no shit anymore, see you in the morning, get some sleep!"
12:00 midnight.
it is the end of the first day. miss kindon just did the midnight broadcast. elliott, bruno, chigey and katie jo are all dead. that makes twenty five remaining, including me, jess and kirsty. jess is just starting to go asleep now, i am staying awake. i got to find a way off this place?.....how can people just kill like this? i thought we were friends.....i thought that, well, i thought everyone liked each other. i have to save as many as i can, before the last of the innocent ones are killed......
boy#16 james counsell finished the writing, and placed the pen down. he looked over to the now sleeping jess. he had only moved into the makeshift bed of a quilt no longer than ten minutes ago, but he was already asleep. james felt slightly tired, but he knew he had to stay awake, to find a away out, and to keep them safe. kirsty had been sleeping for almost seven hours, but she was scared by the whole thing, so he let her sleep. taking off his battered glasses, james put his head in his hand. why was it, in any other time, he would be a genius, making ideas as fast as he could say them, but under pressure, he couldn't do anything? he friends were dying out there, and he couldn't help them. it almost made him want to scream with anger. why, why did it have to be like this? true, he had still come up with some ideas, but they were all blocked by some thing he hadn't thought of. h is first idea was to swim, but then he saw the boats passing back and forth the streach of water outside their hidout....hang on...the boats. if he could draw one of the boats to the shore, then maybe...maybe they would have a way of getting the collars of. why didn't he think of it before? james got up, and moved to the window. peering threw the dirty netting, she saw the single light in the large blackness that indicated a boat, it's slow progression across his view proving that it was a boat. now he needed a way to get it to shore......what could he use as an signal?
"hey....hey laura, you still awake?" boy#19 jordan windard quietly whispered to the shadowy form of girl#9 laura everard. since around eleven, everyone had slowly started to go asleep, jess being the first. jordan wanted laura to be awake, he needed someone to talk to. jess was just too busy, and girl#3 michelle stone had been asleep for most of the evening. he called her name once more, and laura turned around to face him, he face peeking out from behind the sleeping bag's edge.
"what?" she mumbled, sounding as if she was half asleep. she tried to see jordan in the dim light, but failed.
"laura, it been ages since lil and kyle left. do you think they are ok?"
"well, i don't know. lil will be fine, he is able to look after himself."
"what about kyle, he can't run. what if the loonatic that attacked us got him?"
"he'll be fine" laura wasn't sure about it, but jordan seemed upset, and she could hardly say they were likely to be dead.
"i don't know...i m really worried. some people out there.....it is like they are glad they have to kill everyone." jordan remembered the state chris was in when he attacked him. he sounded like he was almost enjoying the battle royale. maybe it had pushed him over the edge? he wasn't the most popular guy in the year, in fact, he was almost hated. maybe he saw the game as a chance to get even.
"well. people like that are more likely to kill each other off than kill us." laura was worried, probably more than jordan, but she didn't want him to know.
"i guess so....but, siobhan, what if she comes back?"
"we have guns."
"but....would you shoot her.......could you shoot her?"
"well, i.." laura hesitated.
"we are trying to escape right? to not play the game. if we kill anyone, even in self defence, we have played the game. even lil and kyle.......they have played the game. even me."
"they had to. you had to. if you hadn't, someone else would have played, and you would have become just another number. your more than that."
"really?"
"yeah. and that s why we are going to escape. we are all more than numbers, we are people, with feelings, thoughts, friendships. battle royale is just a way of reducing us."
"well. if we are going to escape, how do we do it?" jordan had hit the nail on the head. they didn't have a plan, and he knew it.
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