The Trials

When an insane Prime Minister reads The Hunger Games and Harry Potter, he gets inspiration from them and creates the Trials for every Year 11 student to face. Every year, one is held in every school. 240 go in, and 1 comes out. 200 years later, Tamara Hensworth has a good life. She has good grades, good friends, and her heart set on a cute boy. But as the year begins, her life falls into ruin. The Trials bring destruction, despair, and most importantly, death, meaning Tamara is most likely going to end up dead, along with her friends and her boyfriend. Tamara needs to fight for survival, but it's hard against people she's known her whole life. But what can she do? Die saving someone else's life or live and be responsible for many other's deaths? This Movella was shortlisted for Movella of the year 2012 :) thanks to everyone who nominated me or voted for me! Cover by Zoe Nightshade from World of Covers :)

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10. Clothing

"Tamara get up, get up, get up..." Something shakes me, so I turn away from them and groan. It continues to poke me, so I roll over and finally open my eyes. It’s Carolyn. Thank god it’s not Adrianna. I stare around the room. I’m alive. I’m still here. Phew. The nightmare had shaken me. It was so confusing, what could it mean?

"Tamara you have to get up now, there's something you need to see."

"Is it the destruction of all of our lives and everything we have ever known?" Carolyn gives me a strange look.

"No Tamara. I don’t quite know how to respond to that...”

“We could die today. Today.” I say to her. She sits back down on her bed with a sad look in her eye.

“I know. It could happen anytime. But we can’t let that happen. We have to be strong.” We stare at each other in silence for a minute. “Look, I actually had something important to tell you. We don’t have much time.”

“Time for what?” I ask.

“It’s 7:39. We are late to breakfast by 9 minutes.” I look at her in shock. This is the latest I’ve ever woken up!

“Oh my god Carolyn! Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“We tried! Give me a break!” I stop and breathe.

“Okay, tell me what you wanted to say. I don’t want to be even later than I already am.”

“Well, we've been given jumpsuits to wear for our training. They’re different to our normal school clothes. I don’t think we’ll ever be wearing those again." I sit up and see, as Carolyn had said, an indigo jumpsuit at the end of my bed. Thank god I’ll be wearing that. The old, grey school clothes did not make us look attractive at all. I look around at the other beds but they are all empty, making me the last one up. Carolyn was already wearing hers which is pale green. 

"Where are the others?" I ask sleepily.

"In the dining hall. I told you, we were trying to wake you up for ages; you were tossing and turning like mad. What were you dreaming about?"

"I...I don't know." In fact, I knew what it was. I just didn't want to share it with anyone. That dream was staying inside me for the moment.

"Yeah, anyway, you better get changed quickly; you don’t want to miss breakfast on a day like this." She gave a false smile so I did too, and pretty soon I’m on my own again.

I take off my night wear and try to slip the jumpsuit on. It snags on every single piece of skin it can attach itself to, but once it is on completely it seems to fit perfectly. It is flexible and comfortable and is perfect for a warrior in training. The best part is, it is my favourite colour, the exact shade.

The robots seem to know everything about me, about us all, which is slightly worrying now I know what they truly want us made for. Size, favourite colour, and people you would be most compatible with; it tricks the others into thinking that the robots care. Well, I don't think it works any more. It never worked on me.

I sit back down on my bed for a minute and look over my dream.

But I still stand. Alone.

Alone.

Alone alone alone alone...

For I will always be alone.

“For I am truly the winner.” I say. “For I am better than them all.”

That first dream... was truly terrifying. The blood coating the floor or the hall, the lifeless heads of my friends, the fact that I’d killed them all... That’s what it would be like if I won. I would be responsible for everyone’s deaths. I’d have blood on the floor, covering my feet. Blood dripping off my feet with every step I took outside the Compound. And their heads would never disappear from my memory. And not just the heads of the people I hardly get along with.

Only RowanaIre Lloyd’s blood is left right left.

It only takes twenty seven chops to make Danielle Dovecote’s head disappear.

One swoop; and Lana Berg is gone.

One slice; and Phoebe Duncan is gone.

One touch; and Sophia Nicolsonnn is gRHHFBHFCJHFD

They are all going to die. Only one of them can survive, and it may not be any of them.

No.

Yes.

I’m just going to have to accept it.

“I knew I’d see you Elizabeth Cotton.”

Elizabeth Cotton. Who is Elizabeth Cotton? Is she from a different Compound? Is she a previous survivor? I haven’t met anyone outside our compound, and there are certainly no Elizabeth Cottons in here.

They say that every person you meet in a dream you’ve met in real life. The thing is, I’ve never met the girl that was talking to me either. She had darker skin and short brown hair that bobbed just above her shoulder. How can I have dreamt about someone I have never seen?

“Are you dreaming about your daughter again?”

“What? No, I’m not who you think I am.”

“Naw, Elizabeth! You and Stuart would make an excellent couple.”

My brain is going crazy. It’s making up stories, I swear.

I hope.

Room F5 is gathered in their dorm. They talk casually about boys and ... and ... while they go about their daily business.

“I like swords.” Lydia Fowler suddenly announces randomly, in the middle of conversation.

“Me too.” Adrianna Green stops brushing her ... coloured hair and sits down on the bed, staring blankly.

I will never look at room F5 the same way again.

There were so many gaps and inconsistencies in that dream, but it still got the message across; the creepy, freaky, scary message across. Adrianna turned on the others. That message was simple. But why would I dream about that? Does she represent someone else? Is someone going to betray us?

One of my friends is going to betray us.

No. Wait Tamara. You don’t know that. You just had a strange dream. Don’t read into it.

Josephine screams and ... over to the door. But as she reaches it and desperately ... to turn the lock she falls to the floor.

Adrianna Green. Possessed with warriors spirit.

Lydia suddenly loses her balance and she falls too.

Adrianna Green. Killing all her friends.

Naomi suddenly freezes and ... collapses too.

Adrianna Green. With no mercy, no guilt, no remorse.

“We will all suffer... we will all die... haha... haha ha ha ha...”

Adrianna Green. The dream ended when she died.

Penny collapses without ... warning. 

Adrianna Green.

Avery looks up in complete fear at her crazy friend.

Adrianna Green.

Adrianna raises her sword and ... Avery in half.

Adrianna Green.

Adrianna collapses.

Adrianna represented me.

No.

Adrianna betrayed her friends, and so will I.

No.

I can’t.

I won’t.

I check the clock: 7:53Am. I need to get out of here, to stop thinking about the dream. I hurry out the room to try and get a mouthful of food in me before the fight for survival begins.

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