The chosen [Niall Horan]

Chapter 12

We're brought out to the hall where a olive skinned man stands on the left side of the hallway and a middle aged Asian woman stands on the right. We're told that all of the woman will be going with her and the boys will go with the man to get ready for the test.

We follow the woman quietly, she leads us down the hallway, down the stairs and onto the floor that I recognize slightly. After trudging down a few more hallways, I realize that this is the floor that we got our cloths on. The underground floor.

The halls are dimly lite with the fluorescent lights, causing people to trip every few minutes. We come to an abrupt stop in front of of what seems to be a garage door made of silver metal.

The woman guiding us pulls out a small remote from her pocket and presses a button. A loud screeching sound fills the hushed space as the door starts moving up. I watch as the door moves continually upward, shocked by what's on the other side.

The room is full of women dressed head to toe in black. Skirts, blouses, jeans, shoes, all black. The far wall is covered in identical outfits, all different sizes. Black boots, cargo pants and a long sleeved black shirt.

I step over the threshold slowly, only to be grabbed by the hand and brought over to a corner. Choruses of "oh this is exciting!" And "are you scared?"s can be heard every which way.

I block them out and look at the woman standing beside me. "Hello dear, I'm just going to measure you so that we know what size you need. Ok?"  "Yeah. Yeah of course" I answer, glad that she's not hyper like the rest of the women.

She takes all different kinds of measurements, hips, waist, shoulders, thighs, calves, chest and height. Not to forget shoe sizes. Before I can say a word, she runs off to the clothing section, searching through with pure dedication, knowing what she needs to find.

I sit down on a chair for a minute and take in the hectic environment around me. There are measuring tapes flying every which way, people running around and yelling.

The girl that took my measurements comes back with all of my clothes. "You've got 10 minutes to get changed. That's why everyone's freaking out aha. When you're done getting changed you're going to walk through that door at and that's where you will all wait to be blindfolded and brought to you're destination" she says hurriedly, glancing at her shiny black watch. "Good luck" she finishes, pushing me into one of the curtained changing rooms.

I tear my cloths off ,putting them in a small pile. I take beige cargo pants and shimmy them up my legs, following with the black boots. The black long sleeve is next, as I put it on, I realize that everything fits perfectly. No need for a belt, the boots don't slip and the shirt is warm.

I run out of the change room and head for the door that I was told we needed to go through. Once on the other side, I see that it's almost completely dark, the only light being a small outlet light on the other side of the room. I sit down near a group of other girls and wait for everyone to be done.

In a couple moments everyone is in the dark room, only silhouettes being visible. We wait, 10 minutes,20 minutes, 30 minutes, 45 minutes. I'm starting to get agitated. I go to stand up, when suddenly the small light goes out, plunging us in darkness.

My heart beat starts to quicken as I watch dark figures walk into the room. We all stand up, waiting for our blindfolds to be put on, all of us acting untouched but secretly shaking in anticipation.

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I've been in the vehicle for what I'm guessing is almost two hours. After they put the blindfolds on, we were all taken in separate vehicles so that we couldn't plan anything with each other. So that it would all be purely spur of the moment.