The morning sun crept into the room, illuminating what had previously been plunged into darkness. It was that time of morning where everything seemed to glow. Although it was a cold winter morning, there was a warmth in the air.
I slowly opened my eyes, taking in the light of the new dawn. Everything in my room was still. Once my eyes were fully opened, I pulled down the covers of my soft bed, letting the warm air hit the rest of my body.
I jumped out of bed, eager to start the day. It was Testing Day. Today I would find out if was an Angelor.
But it was supposed to be secret. My roaming thoughts stopped as I thought of my mother, just the night before, speaking to my father. I wasn't supposed to overhear.
"Do you think she is ready?" My father had said.
"Definitely," my mother had replied, "She will pass the test. I believe in her."
"You know she knows about it, right?"
"Knows about Angelors?" My mother had chuckled. "Of course she does. I told her everything."
My father had spit out some sort of liquid, probably coffee. "You what?"
"Relax," my mother had said. "If the trial rules in the third degree, everything she knows will be gone. It'll be fine."
There was silence. My father asked, "She knows about Hellsworth?
My mother had only chuckled. "Dear lord, no. She's not ready for that yet."
Although the name intimidated me, I was eager to learn about who Hellsworth was. And I was even more eager to about the Test.
I threw on regular clothes, just a pink t-shirt and jeans, with my black Converse shoes. My mother said I was growing out of them, but I knew myself that I wasn't. They were once my brother's, so I had to keep them.
"Honey?" I heard my mother call from downstairs. "It's time for breakfast."
I threw open my door and ran downstairs into the kitchen. A small bowl of Cheerio's greeted me. My mother sat down at the table across from me, and smiled.
"Good morning, sweetie," she smiled again, taking a sip of coffee. "Ready for the Test?"
"Readi-er than ever," I answered before taking a bite of Cheerio's. I crunched them in my mouth as my mother continued talking.
"So, I talked to your father last night," I continued chewing. "And we think you should take the Advanced Test."
I almost spit out my cereal. "The Advanced Test? Are you serious?" My mother nodded. "Mom, that combines the Angelor Test and the Role Test! That's too much!"
"Well, we think you're ready for this."
"Not for two tests at the same time," I wiped my mouth. "I'm totally not ready."
My mother sighed, and told me in a calm voice, "It's what we have to do."
I sighed too, annoyed. This already great day was being ruined. It wasn't fair. I'm 16. My birthday was yesterday. The only Test I'm supposed to take is the Angelor Test. My mother can't just bend the rules.
... but my father can.
Freaking Chief of Angelor Department. I thought, angrily. Why does my life have to be so great?
I finished my cereal and dumped it out in the trash. I wasn't going to eat anymore.
"Amy, if you're mad, just say so."
"Okay! I am mad," I admitted. "I'm not ready for two tests." I could see the confusion in my mother's voice, then she nodded. "Either I'm taking the single Angelor test, or I'm not taking any tests at all."
My mother was shocked. I could see from her eyes, the way they just stared at me, wondering what went wrong. "Alright," my mother stood up, took a last sip of coffee, and dumped the rest out. "Let's prepare you for the... single test."
