12 girls. All put into an arena to fight to the death. Who is behind all of this and why did it have to be these 12 girls? Friendships are made and so are enemies. What will happen in Lost?


2. Orchid


Chapter 2



Quiet. The kind where you literally hear nothing. That is what I’m like, what I like. I never speak, unless I must. I love to read a good book in peace and quiet. Total quiet. Just close your eyes, no matter where you are and think of peace and quiet. I might be pretty but I’m too quiet for any guy to notice me. Today was a day as any other. Middle school. 8th grade. One word. Torture? You guessed it. I hid my face a lot. It was a regular day and I walked into school bored out of my mind. I had in some nice classical music, or so everyone thought. In reality I was listening to the head-banging sensation, MCR. I just hide the fact I wanna break out into air guitar. I walked in and went to my locker, set in my backpack and grabbed my binder. I walked into class and sat down in my regular seat. The way, way, WAY back. In the corner. There are 8 classes full of 8th graders. Our teacher, Mrs.Hawthorne, started to call out attendance.
“Melody.” There’s the popular girl. And I mean THE popular girl. Guess I won’t ever understand how popularity works cause if it’s was beauty, she would not be popular.

“Louise.” That’s Melody’s little right hand girl. She is the second in command, ready to laugh at all of Melody’s insults.

“Max.” That’s Melody’s ‘Boyfriend’. It’s not really dating, it’s only what she thinks will make her more popular.

“Orchid?” And that’s me. Brown hair with blond tips, Crop top and short shorts, your average typical teen.

“Here.” I say and conclude the attendance. Mrs. Hawthorne starts going on about math and I zone out. I am literally asleep in the back when she says,

“Orchid! Will you please come up to the board and solve this problem?” Mrs. Hawthorn yells to the back of the room. Que the zoom in on my face and my mouth dropping open.

“Orchid now.” I slowly walk up and look at the problem.

“Ok so,...” I start. The problem is 3x+2=8. This can’t be that hard.

“You subtract 2 from each side,...” I do so on the board, “Then you have 3x=6. Then you divide 3 on each side which cancels out the 3 next to the x and you're left with,...” I do the math. “2.”

“Thank you, Orchid.” I walk back to my seat and get sniggers from Melody. I’m made fun of for being smart. I wish that Mrs. Hawthorne would stop calling me up. I could do without it. I just sit down in my seat when I hear,

“Orchid. Orchid Maxwell, please report to the principal's office. I repeat, report to the principal's office, now.” The loud-speaker concludes.

Can my day get any worse? I think.

I grab my stuff and head out the door. I walk down the hall, and I get the feeling someone is watching me. I look behind me. No one’s there. I get to the principal's door and I knock first then enter.

“Hello there Orchid.” A familiar voice greets me. “You have been picked for something,... fairly important.”

Hold your tongue, I think.

“To be expelled?” Well that didn’t work. Stupid sarcasm.

“No, Orchid. Not this time. This time you are going home early and showing this envelope to your Mom and Dad. Don’t open it without them around.” The principal concludes. I nod my head to her and walk out the door. I start walking home and then I see a bench.

Like I would actually wait to see this envelope. It got me out of school! I think.

I pull up the sticky side and pull out a letter. I read the first few sentences and then the letter drops out of my hands,

‘Dear parents of Orchid Maxwell, your daughter has been chosen to participate in a game to see if Japan can take over the US. There is no guarantee she will be coming home. Say your goodbyes. We will be picking her up tomorrow, April 2nd, at 10:30 AM. Thank you, US Gov.’

I didn’t even read the last part. I picked it up and ran all the way home. My parents both worked out of the house. They had their separate offices built onto the house. I ran inside.

“MOM? DAD? Get out here now!” I yelled. They came out of their offices to the living room. I handed them the letter. They didn’t question why I was home. I got kicked out of school a lot. My mom started to tear up by the end of the letter and my dad’s eyes got really big. They looked up and then gave me a huge hug.

“Honey, it will be ok.” My dad said, but I could tell he was lying.

“I-I love you sweetie.” My mom said through tears.

“I love you guys too.” I said and gave them the longest hug ever. It felt like eternity before they let go. And when they did, I didn’t want them to, because that would be the last time I ever saw them. Again.


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