Ivie's POV
It has been a couple of days now and the bracelet still shocks me. I would do anything to get this off my arm. I'm sick of this feeling. Every time I get shocked by this dumb bracelet, I feel as of I have to throw up. And I desperately hate throwing up.
I sat in my bed before the sun was coming up. My room was almost completely dark except for a small blue lights coming from under neath my door. Jabs? It could not be them. What would they be doing here, in the dorms.
I quietly creeped out of my bed and went to the door. I cracked it open and peered out. A jab looked right at me. I stared...