There comes a point in life when something happens and you know its going to be the death of you. You just know. That happened today.
SOCK WARS.
What is sock wars?
You get the name of someone in your building and that will be who you shall assassinate through screaming their name whilst smacking them with a sock in public. Prizes are awarded for the last creature standing and also for the person with most kills. You can carry a safety item around to not get killed and this item varies each week. “Oh that sounds like fun” Said noone ever. It’s a war zone.
For my house, QXLN, It’s the Hunger Games. We got the floor one people acting like they’ve been prepping for this their whole lives. They are making alliances, plotting up how they’re gonna find their victims and creeping on other peoples floors. If they’re not the Sock War careers I don’t know who is. With each floor that we go up, and each district getting further and further away from Panem, you can tell there is no way the odds are going to be in your favour.
This leads us to my floor. I’m not gonna name it, so lets just look at what the Hunger Games wiki said about the tributes from my district: “Unnamed tributes: 74th Hunger Games, died on the first day (bloodbath)” Bloodbath? Unnamed? Sounds promising.
Therefore, I’m scared. I do not like feet, nor do I like socks and I even less like death. I have been hearing people call my name and I’ve even been smelling feet all over campus. Honestly I am terrified. How will this all end?
Maybe, just maybe, I will be the Mockingjay of my house. I shall keep you posted on how this madness plays out.
