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?


4. Shine

Chapter 4


How could I get picked? How? I’ll give you three reasons why I shouldn’t have! Number 1, I’m Popular! I am so popular that I am suprised if the whole of California doesn’t know my family’s name. Number 2, I’m rich. And like richer then Steve Jobs too. Number 3, I’ve got a life to live! I’m only 13 and there is so much stuff I could still do! This isn’t fair. They sent a letter in the mail and I had already heard on the news about it. Then I stood in front of the big front door and just froze. It was addressed to me and I was freaking out.

“Get inside Shine! Now! You’ll freeze if you lollygag out there any longer!” My mother shouted. I folded up the letter and stuck it into my purse on my hip. It had real dimond studs on the side.

“Coming mom!” I shouted back to her. I walked inside and handed the mail to the butler because my mother refuses to touch it till she knows it’s hers. I then walked up to my room and read the letter. It said,

“Dear parents of Shine Beuxbatont, 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 April 2nd, at 10:30 AM. Thank you, US Gov.”

Short and sweet, and to the point. I hated it. The first letter came about 2 weeks before April 2nd. Then the second letter came addressed to my mother. Apparently we were supposed to send something back to tell them that I would see them there. My mother opened the letter and shrieked so loud I heard her from upstairs and my house is huge. I came sliding down the banister of the grand staircase worried why she screamed but then I realized it was a scream of joy. My mother was practicly jumping up and down as she showed the letter to my father.

“Honey look! She finally got picked for something!” Yet what she failed to realize was it was my death. Not really something to celebrate.

“Mom?” I questioned from the bottom of the stairs.

“Oh honey!” And with that my mother became all buisness.

“So you’ve apparently already seen one of these letters young lady.” She sneered. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Uh, Because I’m gonna die if I go!? That’s why!” I yelled at her.

“Young lady this is an honor! You are fighting for our country! And it’s going to be broadcast all over TV! Heck this will make our family name even greater!” My mother exclaimed. My father stood next to her looking at me sympatheticly. It was clear she didn’t care if I died or not. I at least hoped my father did.

“Honey think of the consquenses. We might never see our daughter again!” My dad told her.

“Heck for all I care we can have more!” My mother laughed out. My mouth stood agape. She really didn’t care.

“I will not have another child after knowing the burden that my other has been killed!” My father yelled.

“Well we can always adopt.” My mother said pointedly.

“What? Oh you meant you didn’t want another child ever! Why Gerald you’re crazy! Crazy with a capital C!”

“I’m crazy?” My father said slowly. “I’m CRAZY?! You’re trying to send our only daughter to fight to the death and you think I’m CRAZY?”

My mother became silent.

“It’s done. Go pack your bags Shine. You’re leaving.”

“No she’s not!” My dad yelled. I slowly backed out of the room and climbed the stairs. I never realized my parents didn’t care.

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