"Nervous?" Jett asked me when walking to our examination hall. Today is the day. The day I wish it wasn't today.
"I'm confident about the intelligent test. It's the fighting one I'm worried about." I said as a matter of fact.
"I'm the exact opposite. Pens and papers are not my type."
I laughed. "You nervous?"
"Terrified." he said laughing along with me. Who knows? No one told us we have to write a paper. It can be something else. Like guess the jellybeans in a jar full of candies? The probability is narrow but again, who knows?
"You're going to do fine." I lightly squeezed the boy's arm in assurance. Out side the examination hall, we met Alec and Marlene.
"Ready man?" Alec cheerfully put his arm around his friends shoulder.
"How can even a deadhead like you be this relaxed?" Jett asked the question for me.
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For the intelligence test the hall was divided into 25 sections with wooden walls separating them. Three trainees each, was put into one room and they have to find a way out by the given time limit. Similar to a game of escape room, but more advanced because of the technology used. All of our moves and thoughts were recorded by the the sensor attached to our collars. Now I just need to make sure my mind doesn't betray me by imagining weird stuff like it always does.
I was put in a room with two other girls. I remember one of them was the center of the three girls Mar warned me not to associate with. The other one seemed a bit shy and scared that she sat in a corner, her head buried, as soon as the door closed locking us in.
Life loves me so much that it had provided me with the best partners ever.
Shut up Eve, your thoughts are being recorded.
"Um.. do you have any ideas on how to find a clue?" I spoke up, nervously.
"I'mma just wait here till you do the work for me punk," the scary girl said leaning against the wall. "You better help." she added kicking the other girl. She quickly got up and stood behind me as if saying to protect her.
Don't any of these people know that we are getting recorded?
"What's your name?" I asked the shy girl.
"I'm Amaya and that's Brooke." she said in a barely audible voice that sounded like a mouse squeaking. I started searching for clues, ignoring Brooke who had her big head stuck in her phone. Amaya wasn't much help either.
"What's that weird white thingie popping out of the ceiling?" Brooke asked, looking up from her phone.
"Lift me up." I instructed her.
"What am I? A bulldozer?" Yeah, you literally look like one.
"Do you want to get out or not?!"
Brooke seemed surprised that I stood up to her. The fact that she didn't say anything else was the scarier part. Normally it means she is planning something worse for later. But now I have other problems to worry about. For example, passing the intelligence test. With Brooke's help I plucked the piece of paper from the ceiling and unfolded it.
"Even walls got ears," it read.
"What the heck is that supposed to mean?" Brooke thought out loud.
"My mom used to say that when telling something secret." Amaya offered.
"Pfft... your mommy ain't here to get you out of this kiddo." Brooke mocked the poor girl. The atmosphere in this room is making me sick. I can't tolerate bullying especially when it keeps happening right in front of my eyes.
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