I spat blood from my mouth as I walked down the street from school, which like every other "wanna be rebel" I hate, Along with humans, Myself, and anyone who just happens to give me a friendly wave on the street. I was bleeding because, As per usual of Friday's I had the living shit beaten out of me, It's been getting better though, After the death of one of the students in my class, Our class was being heavily watched so A few punches in the teeth before I left everyday was my parting gift from the gorrila-like students of my class. As you can probably tell by now, I'm a pessimist, a sarcastic, suicidal, bored with life, hating humans blah blah blah, You know all of this by now. But what you don't know..Is that I love the stupid shits in my class. Yeah half of it is the Planet of the Apes, but the other half are my best friends. The only times I'm ever alive is when I'm with these people. All other times, I don't feel like I exist.
"Hey You!" I heard shouted by a voice that sounded just a little more beautiful than a chorus of nails on a chalkboard. Naturally to this I turned voice and saw a strange..man?..Woman? I have no clue. Either way, I strolled Lazily towards this man-woman thingy, And he asked me a simple question.
"Boy, Do you value your life?" To this ofcourse I replied no, I've just explained all of this to you so I shouldn't have to explain why I don't. "Good! Smarter than most aren't you? Want to play a game that'll risk your life? But has the greatest of rewards if you win?" I couldn't think of a reason to not play, I was planning to blow my brains out anyway, why not risk my life in a fun way. "What's your game lady?" I said quietly, He repleyed quickly "That's sir, and It's ofcourse The Game, The game that everyone plays, The game of life. Life itself is the game You risk your life just playing it, Think you can win?" I must've looked confused because he went on, as he pulled a revolver from under his coat. "What I mean is, Winning life is dieing naturally, Losing is dieing early, we're going to play Russian Roulette. Are you ready?" I nodded and than examined this mans revolver. "It..Has 12 chambers? Won't this take a while?" And than I saw his plan, He loaded 11 of the 12 chambers gave it a spin and handed it to me. And My whole life flashed before my eyes.
My life sucked, and the trigger was pulled.
A loud resounding click echoed in the alleyway, And I stayed standing tall. I passed the gun to him, and the expected bang resounded around the alley. 11 times infact, each one hitting the same spot in my forehead...
Now after taking 11 shots to the forehead most people don't expect to wake up ever, And let alone waking up in a class room, where your classmates faces are painted on doors and You have no idea what the hell is going on anymore. How am I alive? What are these doors? Why isn't there a scar on my forehead, And why am I still sitting around...
This isn't actually how the book will begin it's just a sample to help you see what the story is all about, I think you'll enjoy the story If you liked my other story this one is simply much darker, But you'll enjoy it much the same.
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