I was one of the twelve children. As I survived, I will share what I went through and saw during my experience.

A club at my school chose twelve students to start in an early engineering headstart for children that wanted to be engineers (Obviously), and I was one of them. I thought it was a chance to be a real-life Dr.Light or Dr.Wily ('Cause who dosen't want to create robots for good or try to take over the world?) with this starting chance. It was crazy during the club itself. Myself and the other children met up on Thursdays after school with some freedom with the teacher. We worked hard and I put my heart into it. I was excited for where it was going that I read all of my Megaman mangas by Hitoshi Argia to study the design and the teacher watched me as I took my breaks. I even wrote a note saying how far this robotic engineering has gotten me closer to my dream.

After the club has ended, we all received bracelets and a pin. Normal stuff you'd get. All twelve of us congratulated each other and I invited my partner to my house to play with the aquatic robot we named "Bubble Tron", from Megaman's Bubble Man and Tron Bonne. I kept it and the bracelet has been on my wrist ever since. I'm not proud of that fact.

Slowly, the kids I worked with lost their smiles and the proud feeling they had for the projects. Slowly, regretting. Even my partner was saying she never wanted to see even the black case I kept Bubble Tron in. Everyone started getting these weird marks on their wrists. All except me. Almost as if they hated the engineering project, they got furious whenever I mentioned the robots. They kept asking me if I got this sharp pain in my wrist, like I was getting stabbed. I said no and almost was overtaken of curiosity whenever they asked again. Soon, only my partner and I stayed in school. The ten other children left with only blood coming out of their weird marks as they went home. We never saw them until the last day of school of only one hour.

The last day of school, we were called for the clubs for rewards when I was the only one who came up. The teacher who watched us during the club shook my hand and squeezed the bracelet hard. The other students came up slow, holding their wrists in pain, looking the teacher in the eyes in terror. I just sat with my class and played with my bracelet. I started seeing three cuts and felt a sharp pain. The bracelet was to big for my actually pretty large arm. I just sighed and waited for my partner to come sit next to me so we could plan our trip to the beach with my other two friends.

At the beach, the weirdest things happened. I wanted to take my bracelet off, but I couldn't. I thought I was overtired so I stopped. But I kept bleeding. And my partner.. Oh my goodness. She was going insane. She tried getting the bracelet off with a knife in two ways. One, just normal cutting it. The second, trying to cut off her WHOLE arm! My other friend and I didn't know what to do. But eventually, she jumped off of the deck with the knife in her hand. She left me a note saying, "YOU MADE ME APART OF THIS. THAT GOD FORSAKEN BRACELET"

I got texts on my iPad (I didn't have a phone at this time) from the other kids saying the same things. Eventually, the teacher from the club called me and said, "What has happened to your team? Are you feeling pain?"

I was, actually and I said they have comitted suicide while I was recieving something. The teacher chuckled out of pure madness as I hung up. I looked at the floor, confused, as my sister pointed out to me, "YOUR WRIST!" I started crying out of fear. I was kinda immature for crying about cuts ( a bit abnormal that I didn't cry in fear like that normally, but this felt different than other fears, almost really going to kill me) but, I needed to for a special reason.

My sister drove me to the doctors as I started screaming, "THIS GOD FORSAKEN BRACELET! WHY DID I JOIN IT?!" But, I woke up back at my house with the cuts bandaged and the bracelet removed. But the question still remained: Why did the teacher try to kill us with a school program's bracelet?