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 :)


14. Gunshot

“Georgina Revel.” Her name rang out through the silent hall.

Yesterday they took Matthew Denton from room M9. I’m sure that by the time next week comes the last 3 members of the room will be gone too. When we spotted the pattern, us other students became less worried for the moment, while Austen, Wallace and Brian have become increasingly shaky and nervous. It was Matthew’s inability to keep the axe still without him shaking that had his life privileges removed. When Roberta came to collect him he tried to take a swing at her head, before dropping the axe and nobly walking to his death. His head was less painful to look at, with closed eyes and gritted teeth that made him look a little more at peace.

That is why it’s such a big shock that today they chose Georgina Revel from room F9. Well, I can see why they chose her. Since only M9 have been suffering the past days some people stopped working because they thought they wouldn’t die. I guess they were wrong. That’s what Georgina Revel did today.

Today’s weapon was the spear, and although I was decent at using it, I did not like it at all. I tried stabbing with it for a while, and then I started throwing it like I do with most weapons. It was even more uncomfortable and difficult than it was throwing the sword! It was just like throwing a javelin, and I never enjoyed that sport. Even though I was not having a particularly fun time, I was aware that I would be surviving. Seeing as I was hitting the target decently, that put me ahead of most of my classmates.

When the physical strain of using the spear called for me to have a break, I looked around at today’s competition. Wallace, Brian and Austen were all working. None of them were that good at using the spear, but they still looked like they were getting by. That could have been because Roberta was keeping a beady eye on them, but it still meant that other people could have been in the running for death too. Rooms F9 and F16 were sitting by a group of dummies laughing as they played about with their spears. At the time I thought that they were taking a short break. I guess it wasn’t short enough for Roberta’s liking. Or the person decided which person got murdered’s liking.

I guess Georgina had done the least work today. It seemed plausible, and fair.

I guess.


“Georgina Revel.” Her name rang out through the silent hall. We all turned to look at her. In some ways I expected it. In other ways I’m surprised. The crowd of teenagers parts and she is left in the middle, wide-eyed like a defenceless infant.

“I am sorry Georgina, but I’m afraid you will have to come with me.” Georgina’s eyes suddenly turn to fury.

“No.” She says firmly. We all continue to stare at her. Nobody has defied the school before, especially not when it came to the Trials.

“I am afraid you cannot disobey us in this situation. You have been chosen today. You have to come with me.”

“Well I’m not going.” There is silence in the hall. No-one knows what’s going to happen to her, but we all know that the outcome won’t be good.

“Why not Georgina?”

“I’m not waltzing straight to my death. I’m going to fight it. Because I don’t want to die. Today I’m going to go to bed and wake up tomorrow alive. There is nothing you can do to make me die.”

“Are you sure about that Georgina?” She’s about to answer when two ArmBots rush into the hall and grab her arms.

“What? No! Stop it, get off!” She cries as she struggles. “I’m going to get free. This won’t change anything. I’m surviving today and there’s nothing you can do about it!” She briefly frees up an arm but the robot immediately responds. Nonetheless she keeps fighting and struggling. We all know that it’s futile. She’s going to die and struggling won’t save her.

“Are you sure about that Georgina?” Roberta says again. Immediately, the robots push forward to go to the executioner’s office. But somehow, she has the strength in her legs to pull back, and she only slides forward a few meters before she drags the ArmBots back. We all watch in stunned silence.

“I... don’t... care! I’m gonna... I’m gonna live and you... can’t... kill me! I don’t give a fuck! I’m living... past today!” She screams as she fights harder, while Roberta just stands, staring at her, frozen in her signature pose. Something’s coming. Georgina is going to have to give in.

“You can’t... make me... die Roberta!”

“Are you sure about that Georgina?” Roberta says again.

“Yes... yes I –”

Roberta pulls out a gun from her pocket and fires it at Georgina’s head.

She falls to the ground without another word.


I had to get away from that hall. I couldn’t take standing in it any longer. As soon as the gunshot shattered my eardrum and shattered her skull I knew I had to get away.

The dorm room is silent, despite every member being present. We are sitting on our beds, saying nothing as we stare away from each other. There are even more echoes of screams coming from the girls than we have heard over the past few days. I’d say most rooms were having a community breakdown session. I guess in some ways we were too in room F12, but we were being more silent about it.

The image of Georgina’s dead body wouldn’t leave my head. Her bleach blonde hair, almost as white as Clarissa’s, was stained with pink. Her pale skin, almost as pale as Helena’s, had drained of what little colour she had. Her glasses, almost as bulky as Belinda’s, had been shattered and were piercing her skin in almost every part of her body. Her waving hair, almost as wavy as Carolyn’s, had parted to reveal the gaping black hole with the bullet precariously hanging out. Her brash personality, almost as brash as Sophia’s, had been corrected forever. Now she would never speak out again.

Somehow I see all my friends in her.

So that’s why I look away from them.

At least Roberta has kept us all in check again. Not only will we work instead of chat, expect the unexpected and fight as hard as you dare, but we won’t speak out against the school again.

Did Roberta kill her on purpose, for that effect?

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