Write a story with three main characters. You have to tell the story only from their point-of-views. Finally, each character can only be the active point-of-view once. Once you switch, you can never go back to a previous point of view. Be creative and have fun!

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The Academy- Emily Lyzsowa, Julia-Anne Winchester, Leanne Orib

Translations:

Kochanie- Darling

Tak- Yes

Rosie shop- Tea shop

Diamond Arena

3:00

Emily Lyzsowa, Team 2, Polish

I'm in the arena with my weapons. A sturdy, lightweight fan equipped with daggers that acts like a shield and an ebony wand. I face my opponent, Leanne Orib, a small girl with shoulder-length black hair with two long tresses floating out apart from the others, and a greenish-purplish set of narrow eyes behind round wire glasses. She has a keyboard and a game console in the air next to her. Her weapons.

The ref is up there in the podium stand, all white and black. He blows his whistle and yells, "GO!"

I immediately hold my shield-fan near my face for protection and whip up a shield spell that goes into effect right before Leanne's first attack hits me. It's as if I'm transported into a video-game world. There's a pixelated haze and I see a thin world, created by a mastermind.

I can barely see Leanne through the screen. Her eyes are even more narrowed behind her glasses, her hands typing furiously at the keyboard. Then a smirk grows on her face and she lets the keyboard rest, picking up the game console instead.

I focus on the screen again. It's almost like a candyland- a deadly candyland with sugar-bone skeletons and a caramel sea like quicksand. I'm thrown into the world as soon as I move.

Sugar skeletons come towards me. One wave of my wand and their arrows turn to dust. Their bones crack. I smile. I step up to the destroyed skeleton and pick up a bone, bringing it to my lips and staring at Leanne with a twisted smile. "What's next, kochanie'~?"

Leanne's face is unreadable. She taps her keyboard and suddenly, I'm in the caramel quicksand sea. A few candy logs float, but they're all hundreds of feet apart. I feel myself slowly sinking down and almost struggle. I wave my wand and the caramel around my feel disappears for a moment. I quickly jump to the nearest candy log and balance on it, looking past the screen to Leanne. She's busy with the game console. Must be planning something.

I realise that I can't keep being on the defensive. While Leanne is preoccupied with planning my grisly defeat, I take my fan and throw it at the keyboard, one of the knives hitting the "delete all". The screen in front of me fizzles out and once again, I'm standing on the floor of the arena.

I smirk as Leanne glares at me. She picks up the game console and presses a button. The tiny gray console turns into a huge machine gun. A small smirk is on Leanne's face.

I wave my wand and my fan whisks back to me, skimming Leanne's cheek in the process. She clasps a hand to her cheek, blood staining her hand, her eyes furious.

I smirks again, fanning myself. "Had enough, kochanie?"

She starts firing the machine gun.

I barely have time to backflip away as the space where I had been standing was riddled with bullets. Leanne slowly scours the area, following me with hailing bullets from her machine gun.

Then I start going on the offense. I flip off the walls then flip off Leanne, dodging bullets and slowly coming closer to Leanne. I throw my fan. It slices through the air and hits Leanne's hood, pinning her to the wall. She continues firing her machine gun, though, so I think.

I dodge the bullets and shoot spells at her. Soon enough, she's immobilised and the machine gun lays at her feet. Her eyes shoot daggers at me. At least I actually have daggers.

The referee blows his whistle after an intense staredown that lasts a minute between Leanne and I.

"The victor of this match is... Team 2's Emily Lyzsowa! Team 2 is now in first place!"

I smirk as the crowd begins to disperse, walking over to the immobilised Leanne and giving her a pat to the head. "Good game, kochanie! Tea shop later?"

She hesitates, glaring at me, then nods. "Now unpin me."

I laugh and shake my head. "Nah. It'll wear off." I walk suavely out of the arena.

Team 6 Dorm

4:15

Julia-Anne Winchester, Team 6, British

I'm sitting on the floor besides the entrance to the dorm building, listening to music on my iPod and looking outside at the sunny sky. I look up as Leanne enters the dorm building, a dangerous glare on her face. "Hey! How'd the match go?"

She glares at me. "Julia-Anne Winchester. That Lyzsowa girl. Is. So. Mean. Why. Do. We. Even. Like. Her."

I laugh, standing up and walking with her to her dorm. "Haha. Because she's smart and awesome? I don't know." Changing the topic, I say, "I guess you lost, then?"

Whoops. Bad idea.

Leanne fakes a punch at me and I dodge, eyes wide in fear. "Bloody hell, Leanne! What was that for?" She lets out a growl but smiles.

"Hey, Lea, is the rosie-shop - or tea-shop, I guess - thingy still on? I hope this hasn't soured things between you and Em," I venture nervously.

She snorts. "Boy, things have soured. But it's still on, yes."

I smile. "Okie-dokie! Go take a shower, change or something." I pump my fist into the air, grinning. "Time for the rosie-shop!"

As she enters her dorm, I backtrack to mine. Entering, I see that everyone's out to the battles at the arenas. I smile. All to myself!

I brush my hair and style it for fun, pinning all sorts of things onto it. Then I take out my whip and go outside to see if my hairstyle could survive through a battle.

Turns out, it can't.

I decide to restyle it and wear my hair down for the rosie shop visit. Better look pretty!

Wintry Tea Shop

5:00

Leanne Orib, Team 3, Academy-Native

I enter the tea shop, warily glancing around. Wintry Tea Shop was known as one of the shadiest places to eat, though it was clean, pretty, and right next to Diamond, the biggest and most popular arena in the Academy. I'm dressed in a purple velvet skirt up to my thighs and a pretty little violet sweater on top of a green tank-top.

I look around and immediately spot Julia and Emily at a small round table with three little white chairs. Julia's waving her arm frantically at me, much like a monkey of some sort, while Emily is sitting there primly with a small smirk on her face.

I sit down next to Julia, never taking my eyes off Emily. She looks elegant and modern at the same time, as always. A black skirt with gems on the side adorns her legs as well as black knee-high laced-up boots, while she sports a small white satin jacket over a black tank-top on her torso. I wonder why her outfit matches mine so well.

Julia's look is completely different. She's dressed as she was an hour ago, when I last saw her, in a pair of aqua shorts and a lacy turquoise shirt. Julia wears a big smile, completely contrasting Emily's dark smirk.

We order, and soon enough, a small, fancy white tray carrying all sorts of little treats come over to our table. I daintily pick up a small sandwich and bite into it, feeling the refreshing flavors Wintry was known for wash over my tongue.

Julia's eyes light up and she quickly snatches a crumpet off the tray, nibbling at it and closing her eyes in bliss. Emily watches this all with faint amusement, not yet taking any food.

I finish the sandwich and wipe my mouth with my napkin, still looking at Emily over the table. Finally, I break the silence and ask, "Why aren't you eating?"

Emily looks at me, a small smile on her face. "Wonderful observation. I am not that hungry, but anyways, you do know that people have been murdered here in Wintry?"

Julia almost drops her crumpet. I roll my eyes.

"Poison in the food meant for somebody is often given to another." Emily smiles. It's not a nice smile. "I would have rather stayed alive."

Then she breaks into laughter at the look on Julia's face. I try not to smile, but end up giggling behind my hand.

Through chuckles, Emily says, "Julia, Julia, I was merely jesting. Do continue your crumpet." She smiles and explains, "I really am not that hungry. I ate right after my battle, since I was famished back then." Emily looks at me and winks.

I feel my face grow hot and look downwards, refusing to meet her silver eyes. I hear another small laugh from Emily.

"Now," she says, eyes sparkling in amusement, "enough of this. Let us order some tea, tak?" Emily waves a waiter over and mutters something to him in Polish. The waiter nods and saunters away.

I narrow my eyes suspiciously at her. "What did you say?" Emily's father was from Poland but her mother was born at the Academy. Her last name isn't true Polish, but it has an Academy twinge to it. She does know Polish fluently, and communicates with fellow Poles like that. Ugh.

Emily smiles mysteriously, twirling her hair around her finger. "Wait and see, kochanie."

The waiter returns with a pot of a sweet-smelling tea, pouring cups for us. "Zimowym na Lesie Herbaty. Tea of the Winter Forest."

I take a sip and close my eyes, letting the flavors wash over me. Suddenly, I feel myself getting sleepy. "Emily? Did you...put something...in this tea?"

I faintly saw Emily smirk as my eyes fluttered closed. "Why would you think that, kochanie?"

Julia's laughter rang brightly through the haze of sleepiness that had fallen upon me. "Of course she did! We'll do whatever we want, eh~?" Julia giggled.

Julia too? I thought. Then I blacked out.

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I don't know where I was going with this.

It was crazy, based off a dream I had one day.

If you squint, you can see hints of slightly twisted romance. But not really.