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“Go, Mum, please, keep going! Don’t give up, keep fighting!” My voice cracks, tears well in my eyes, blurring my vision. I turn away, wiping them from my cheeks. “Just breathe, Isaac. Everything’s going to be okay,” I whisper, trying to steady my trembling hands. A cold, mechanical voice cuts through the noise: “ROUND 2. THE JOHNSON BROTHERS, GET HERE NOW!” The robot’s metal voices echo ominously through the alley. We’ve been hiding for years to avoid this moment, but they’ve finally tracked us down. We sprint through shadowy corners, desperately seeking cover. The robots are relentless, their glowing eyes scanning for any sign of us. We huddle into the nearest cupboard hoping they might overlook us. The robot’s roar grows louder, its footsteps drawing closer. The heavy, metal footsteps stop at our hiding spot. The robot’s cold hands grasp the handles and reach in, dragging us out, tossing us onto the filthy ground. “Get inside before you are eliminated!” the robot’s voice booms. My heart sinks. I lean towards Isaac and whisper, “Mum would want us to stay strong. Let’s do this for her.” I stand, and reluctantly saunter to our designated area for the population control challenge. My bully’s nasty smirk greets me as I pass, but I ignore his taunts. The image of our mother’s last moments is fresh in my mind, replaying over and over again. It’s like its trying to tell me something. As we line up for the challenges, I spot my best friend, Matt. Despite the situation, he gives me his usual goofy wave, as if nothing is at stake. Matt’s always been confident, never one to fade into the background. We’re teleported to a basketball court and split into teams. Realisation hits me when I see Matt is on the opposing side, knowing that one of us might not survive. My bully grumbles at the sight of me being on his team. But I only have one thing on my mind… The timer starts. Isaac and I, not particularly athletic, hang back while our teammates take charge. After five tense minutes, our team wins with a 12-point lead. My relief is short-lived as I see Matt, my best mate, being taken away. My heart breaks, but I must stay focused. We have to keep fighting for Mum. We’re teleported back to the scene of Mum’s death, the haunting memory replaying vividly in my mind. I wipe away my tears. The robot announces the next challenge and teleports us to the boxing rings. My gaze locks onto my bully’s cruel grin. But I stay strong. The anger inside me boils over. I turn to Isaac and say, “Let’s do this for Mum.” I channel all my rage and determination into the fight. The timer starts. My first efforts are weak, but with every blow I take, my anger grows. Isaac’s encouraging comments remind me of his success; he’s already beaten his bully. I take that strength in my stride, on one last effort to win this. The timer buzzes, but I don’t stop. I punch, I kick, and I scream with all my might. The crowd’s eyes fixed on me. My bully stands, blood dripping from his nose, but I keep fighting. After a minute of relentless fighting, I’m declared the winner. Isaac rushes into my arms. I hug him tightly. Together we are overwhelmed with pride and relief, celebrating our victory for Mum. Yet, the celebration is quickly stolen by the harsh reality we face, returning to live with our abusive father. The man who took our mother’s life.

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