KAYLA'S P.O.V.

Since I came to Directioner Land, I have never been out of it. I watched the water splash in perfect waves as the boat races.

I looked behind me and saw a couple of people that I will be facing later. Some of them big and bulky (yes, girls) and some are skinny and petite.

“Alright, listen up girls!” I heard a voice as I turned around and found myself sitting infront of a woman, probably in her mid-twenties. Perfect tan, perfect skin, perfectly straight hair, perfect body in a perfect dress. I wish I could be this perfect.

“My name is Melody and I will be your instructor for the second annual Directioner Games.” She smiled a perfect smile, revealing perfectly white teeth.

I heard some murmurs and snickers behind me, “how can she fight in that tight dress?” “bet she can’t even lift 10 pounds,” I didn’t join them even though I was secretly agreeing. Her skinny arms couldn’t possibly do any damage.

I looked back at Melody. Clearly she heard everyone, but all she did was smile.
She clasped her hands together, “we’re here at the training center everyone.”

We unload our luggage and followed her out. A few people infront of me looked around at the big arena. But I was determined to keep my focus as we kept walking.

Right before the giant glass door, we stopped.

“This is a high technological door. Please give me your arms.” Melody smiled.

Everyone looked at each other uncertainly. I stepped up and showed her my arm first. She took out a big white pen with a flat head and stuck it to my arm. It burned a bit at first as I bit my lip, trying not to wince. She took out the pen and the burning sensation was gone.

I looked down at my arm and saw a chip, probably some high technology thing.

“This will be your tracker chip.” She said, “We will keep track of where you are and what you’re doing through this chip.”

Sweet, I thought. Can’t wait to start Directioner Games.