Future Gladiator

Seventeen year old Burnet is brutally taken from her home to become the face of the Government Gladitorial Division. Her story will unravel both her past and her future and force her to make decisions with both consequences and rewards. Friends will become enemies and enemies may be the exact opposite of what they appear.


12. The Nameless Girl

"Yes, Troja?" I ask him as I look him in the eye.

I'm tired and I can't cope with his personality right now. I just want to sleep without some boy wasting my time by flaunting his good looks .

"Why don't we pair up? I'm sure your friend here would be fine with Shell, and you do look cold Burnet. You could use a bit more body heat." The way he's saying all this makes it sound like he's doing me a favour.

I can see the girl out of the corner of my eye shaking, and her grip has tightened almost painfully on my hand but I don't need any of this to convince me to stay with her, I wouldn't leave her behind, let alone with Shell for company.

"Sorry Troja but I'm staying with her," I nod in the girls direction, "But why don't you go ask Shell? She might want the company." I ask with a gentle smile.

His eyes blaze for a moment but he soon smiles and with mock humour tugs lightly on the end of one of the girl’s plaits. I shiver as he turns away and I know I will never forget the look on his face.

I wait to hear his footsteps leading to the other side of the room before I check our surroundings. We have a rusting bucket of water in the corner and hay is scattered on the floor. I sit the girl down in the corner by the bucket and urge her to drink as I push the hay into a bundle for us to lie on. I just want to curl up in a corner and cry, not fix a bed out of the remains of a vacated stable for myself or anyone else. I was never made for any of this. I was made to read and one day gain a promising career. I’ve always been academic, I've never tried anything hands on like this. I thought that with all the books I'd read I'd be able to find ways to cope with this, but I can't handle this. Not now.

The only thing I can do now is sleep. And so I do just that, pulling the girl into my arms as we lie down. But the notion of sleep just taunts me as I lie next to the girl. 

I don't even know her name.

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