Game over
I used my last fake dark, and missed. She dove behind the wheelbarrow at the last moment. I cursed under my breath, knowing I would lose a point for that. I heard her giggle, and I picked up my foam knife. The anger in me, that gave me the strength to fight these games, made me grit my teeth. I always gritted my teeth when I went in for the winning shot. But this time I missed, and my rival beats me. She smiled, and I glared at her in defeat. We shook hands and walked out of the game room. I hated the disappointed faces of the adults. I’d dropped to number 2 on the Leaderboard. I’d failed the adults. I hated failing, it wasn’t a word I knew, or worse, did. “Try again tomorrow?” My mom asks “I can’t do this” I say “Once I have a real knife in my hand, I will actually be killing people” “Tell me what will happen if you don’t help the rebellion?” “Child soldiers will continue in the Canada” “Exactly” My mom says …show more content…
I lifted it up, ready to hit him with force, but something stopped me. I felt an arm holding me back. “Game over, Zoey level 10 has won” I heard whispers in the hallway when I got out of the room. I could barely hear what they were saying. “It works” I hear an old man whisper “So we’re raising the dosage from 1 to 2 for all level 4’s and above?” someone else asks. I see men and women in suits, nod their head. ***********
When I get home, I go immediately to my mom’s room. “Why am I taking two pills now? And why did they give me a real knife in the game room?” I ask her, wanting an honest answer, and preparing for a
I used my last fake dark, and missed. She dove behind the wheelbarrow at the last moment. I cursed under my breath, knowing I would lose a point for that. I heard her giggle, and I picked up my foam knife. The anger in me, that gave me the strength to fight these games, made me grit my teeth. I always gritted my teeth when I went in for the winning shot. But this time I missed, and my rival beats me. She smiled, and I glared at her in defeat. We shook hands and walked out of the game room. I hated the disappointed faces of the adults. I’d dropped to number 2 on the Leaderboard. I’d failed the adults. I hated failing, it wasn’t a word I knew, or worse, did. “Try again tomorrow?” My mom asks “I can’t do this” I say “Once I have a real knife in my hand, I will actually be killing people” “Tell me what will happen if you don’t help the rebellion?” “Child soldiers will continue in the Canada” “Exactly” My mom says …show more content…
I lifted it up, ready to hit him with force, but something stopped me. I felt an arm holding me back. “Game over, Zoey level 10 has won” I heard whispers in the hallway when I got out of the room. I could barely hear what they were saying. “It works” I hear an old man whisper “So we’re raising the dosage from 1 to 2 for all level 4’s and above?” someone else asks. I see men and women in suits, nod their head. ***********
When I get home, I go immediately to my mom’s room. “Why am I taking two pills now? And why did they give me a real knife in the game room?” I ask her, wanting an honest answer, and preparing for a