December 3, 2008
Dear Diary,
........….today was not a good day. I was supposed to follow my regular routine; go to school, remember that you've forgotten to eat breakfast, hang out with friends, eat dinner, watch tv, and go to sleep. But that didn't get to happen today. I was drafted. Yes, Scarlet R. E. Light was drafted. And no, I'm not going into the military. It's much worse than that actually. I've been drafted into the Battle Royale program! Goddess help me!
.............For those who don't know (like yourself) the Battle Royale is a program where 42 classmates (or individuals) from the ages of 15 to 22 are told to kill each other for the entertainment of others. One person must die each day or our collars (metal devices that have highly equipped bombs attached to them) would explode! We are given food, water, a weapon (never know what kind, or even if it could be considered a weapon!), and a map. The map itself can save us from exploding. During different times of the day, certain areas will become 'obsolete', meaning that if we are close to one of those areas…then we are screwed. Luckily all the times are already written out on the map for us, but you never really know if it's honest. Some government bastard may not like you, and do it on purpose. It's not uncommon these days.
.............I haven't told my friends yet, and I can only hope they do not share the same fate as me. The government did do one thing, they spared the lives of thousands of classes by only selecting one or two students from random classes. This way we do not feel as bad about killing them, although I know it still will hurt. I must leave in one week....until then I do not know what I will choose to do with myself. I am frightened, yes, but I'm still here. I'll find a way out of this, hopefully without having to kill.
Goodbye 4 Now,
~Scarlet
