2. Chapter Two
The games, the games, the games.
Tristan had been in the same school forever(apart from being in the dyslexic class). And yet he had had no idea about the games. He would have to participate in them as well. He would have to fight his new friends. They would know all about tactics, how to win, the best techniques. They'll have seen it all happen before.
A hand swiping across his face drew Tristan back to consciousness.
" You ok? The games aren't that bad." Imagine Dragon was staring at him, looking really concerned.
Tristan nodded. Unable to think of anything else to do he ventured further about the games; asking when they happened, how long they lasted and, if many people survived.