Chapter 9

The days pass, and then a week had flashed by in continuous monotony. Only one death had occurred the whole week and the Gamemakers must be getting kind of antsy for some more bloodshed.

Chapter 8

“Your hair’s going to be a problem, Caroline.” Jake pulled me down to earth and I fumbled to a stop.

Chapter 7

Bright dawn light woke me alone with a prodding in my ribs. “Come on; time to go.” Jake wouldn’t stop jabbing me until I grabbed his hand.

Chapter 6

“So, Logan, we’ve all heard about the seven you got in training. How does it feel to be beaten by a girl, nonetheless by the girl from 12?” the interviewer asked. I growled, sinking lower into my seat.

Chapter 5

I've never taken it off because it was such a special day for me. Jake and I liked to play this game where one of would leave a note at the other’s house in a place where they would see it quickly and they would follow the cryptic message on where to meet.

Chapter 4

I knew I was going to have some sort of nightmare, but not this one. 

Not this old, horrifying nightmare that I can never pull out of and is so realistic, it’s like reliving it. 
And that's something that definitely scares me.

Chapter 3

The next day goes the same way, but I’m tired of laying low. It’s too quiet in the Training Room for my comfort. As I make my way to the knives, Jake cuts me off. “What are you doing?” he hissed.

Chapter 2

As I am scrubbed, waxed hairless, and my face poked unrelentingly, I find the red-haired one is named Veronica, the blonde one with fake gold eyes is Faye, and the little mocha elfin girl was named Lilith. They would ask me constantly about my family, but that always ended in tears- despite the fact they were rubbing layers of skin off too. Veronica learns first I don’t want to talk about them, while Faye- she’s quite dumb- is the last. They ease me into a foul smelling bath- supposedly it’s meant to help my skin and the pain- and after I’m getting light headed, Lilith dries my hair and puts it into a single ponytail and hands me a robe.

Chapter 1

I’m standing there; hemmed in the middle of all the girls when eighteen-year-old Autumn Roberts is called. A man on the side starts yelling and crying along with her as she walks to her death waiting for her on the stage.
“Volunteers?” The woman in charge, Celestia, called.