Kendra was late like she was usually. Getting out of bed in a fit of energy only to trip over her shoes that never got put up and fell with a thud on the ground. After a moment of blinking she got up and ran around her room pulling on her jeans followed by her bra and shirt. The girl ran into the bathroom brushing her teeth as she brushed her blonde hair. Once she was done she applied a light pink eyeshadow followed by mascara, eyeliner and lip gloss. She ran downstairs and opened the front door letting out a cry at a stranger standing there.<br/><br/>"Who are you?"<br/><br/>She asked slamming the door shut but that stranger stopped it.<br/><br/>"Take a card."<br/><br/>He said in a voice that caused a shiver to go up her spine.<br/><br/>"Oookay?!"<br/><br/>She said taking a card, against her better judgment she took a card. She looked down.<br/><br/>"Seven of clubs...what does this mea- oohhh."<br/><br/>The stranger was gone. She blinked looking around thinking that maybe this was just a dream but she indeed did have  the card.<br/><br/>"Crazy old person."<br/><br/>She whispered before the glowing of the card caught her attention and seemed to travel to the inside of her wrist.<br/><br/>"What the..."<br/><br/>She asked blinked looking around noticing she was no longer in her house...she was in a big arena. The sound of voices caught her attention and she turned around to see a group of people and raised a brow before walking closer but hadn't said anything yet.