The first day means death awaits

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" They chant.

The first day has come, I think while I peer out the door. My friend, Robin, is standing there, quivering in front of Jacob.

Jacob's well known as an ex-mobster here. He's no longer one due to the rampage he went on a few back when he killed everyone in his gang. He now kills someone from our school every year on the same day he'd killed them.

This year he's chosen Robin.

He always claims that if someone speaks out for them then he won't, but everyone’s always to afraid… myself included.

I feel fear start to brew up inside me as I rise from my desk and rush out of the classroom.

Everyone, including the teachers, seem to enjoy these killings, and those who don't enjoy them end up dying. Jacob claps three times and then it goes silent. He puts his hand under Robins chin, jerking Robins face up to his, and then says in his menacing voice, “Will anyone speak up and save this dead mans life?”

A smile creeps on his face as he finishes his question, knowing no one will.

I step forward, opening my mouth to speak, but I can't. My voice is caught in my throat and I'm paralyzed with fear.

Jacob looks around, then swiftly grabs his knife… within minutes Robin is dead.

I collapse to the ground…why didn't I say anything? I could've, but since I didn't Robin is now dead.