I have been chosen to be in the most dangerous game of them all. It’s hard to believe that I was chosen since I’m not exactly the smartest person ever. I even thought that my lack smarts was the reason why they chose me.

Whatever, I had to choose something to win the game. My mom suggested a bottle of water just in case. I agreed with her. Water is supposedly more important than food. However the problem is that the bottles were all small and made of plastic. Wouldn’t it be much better to have bigger and more durable bottles?

We didn’t have much to buy such a bottle so I decided to steal one. Thankfully I wasn’t caught and brought the biggest and most durable bottle I found. This bottle could help me survive a whole week at least. Maybe even more!

Plus it’s hard enough to probably use as a weapon! This was the most perfect water bottle I have ever held. I will treasure it as a present.

My mother sighed and hugged me. She wished me the best of luck. I told her not to worry about me and instead worry about her. And with that, the horns blared and I went out the door with the water bottle in my hand. It sure was heavy, but at least I will survive this game.