12

Hope’s POV

“Why are you doing this?” I ask Blake.

We are all lining up outside what looks like a heavily armored SWAT truck that will bring us to the games arena. But where it is remains an enigma to us. No one is telling us anything.

“No talking,” one of the men in black snaps, pointing a syringe at me. “Blake Parker, you’re first.”

He motions for Blake to step forward. Blake rolls his eyes and does as he is told but I swear the man who called him jumps back a little in fear. Still, he steadies himself and holds out a syringe.

The whole school watches us from afar. They are not allowed to come near the parking lot where the truck is parked.

Will stands in front of the crowd with a hand on his chest and more than half the female population of school is sobbing their eyes out, all calling for Blake’s name.

“You will all be sedated before the journey begins,” the man in black tells Blake as another man steps forward to roll up Blake’s sleeves.

I poke my head out from behind Blake a