Life's a Game // [Marree]

The plan is simple.

I’m gonna lie down in the middle of the District Square and put all this fake blood all over my stomach when nobody’s looking, and then I’m gonna call for help. It’s ridiculous, really. Not one of my smartest plans – in fact, it might even be the dumbest – but what else am I supposed to do, since one of my friends gave me this fake stuff?

This prank is asking to be pulled. How can a boy resist?

Now it’s just a matter of finding the right spot and keeping out of sight, and when I get to the Square I’m more than a little bummed. The place is packed with mean old ladies and grumpy men going about their business, running their errands, and there isn’t a clear spot where I can sit myself and do this whole thing quietly. There are even a few Peacekeepers milling about, and I’m not about to get hauled off to get beat.

 I settle for going a few blocks down, the need for trouble making me a little anxious. There’s always a fine line between doing something dumb and doing something illegal, and sometimes the law’s all about stopping things that are just plain stupid. Really, who cares if I have a little fun?

After a quick peek over my shoulder, I drop to the ground without a spectator in sight, and I pour the fake blood all over my shirt. Now the most important part of this whole thing is my acting ability, and I can’t lie for shit. Here goes nothing.

”Help..” I mumble, trying to hide a smile. ”HELP.”