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Chapter 1
What would you do if you were part of a game where you couldn’t trust anyone?
Well, I’m a part of that game.
I got my package today. Of course, I didn’t notice the letter until after. Too late. By opening that package, I had agreed to join the Liar Game. The letter said so.
When I opened that seemingly harmless, ordinary brown cardboard box, I almost forgot to breathe. A million dollars, all bound together with bonds and labeled with their series numbers.
I sat on the floor next to it for a while. That was when I spotted the letter in all it’s plain glory. A standard white envelope containing a black card with golden letters typed across it.
It didn’t tell me a lot, just that I was now one of 100,000 people randomly selected to be a part of the Liar Game Tournament. The million? Our game money. We can win it, or, we could lose it all.
A new card will be coming in a few days, it said. I guess I’ll have to wait for it. Maybe by then I’ll have figured out what to do with all this cash.
I’m scared for what might happen.
~ Yours in blood
As she signed off her diary, her pen slipped and the ink ran. “Blood” now had ink droplets spreading from its characters. It looked like the word itself was bleeding. She smiled wryly at the irony.
Glancing at the package, she sighed. She had been an idiot not to look around for a letter first.
She slung her arm over the back of her chair and watched as her tears made dark circles on her jeans. She started to shake before she forced herself to look away from the box.
She brushed strands of long red-brown hair out of her brown eyes. Taking another glance at her ‘diary,’ she felt hollow. It wasn’t so much a diary as a series of unsent letters to her mother. The woman was hospitalized; it was year two of a coma.
The debts were piling up. Medical bills, living expenses, tuition fees…everything had to be dealt with. Her father was no help; he was in a nursing home with Alzheimer’s. The money for that had to come from her pocket now that her parent’s savings had dried up. She was in debt, deeply.
She swiped at her tears and gritted her teeth.
“Why?” she breathed out.
“Why?” A little louder this time.
“Why?!” she screamed.
No one heard her.
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