Ana: Incipience

Chapter 2: The first test

ANA'S PERSPECTIVE


The oval was in the middle of the school. Its green grass seemed to go on forever.  The smell of freshly cut grass filled my lungs bringing with it a sense of peace. The peaceful oval was slightly out of place among the institutionalized buildings of the academy. The buildings were obviously state of the art. 

I saw the buildings encasing the oval, they were all the exact same shade of grey.  I can imagine that imagination is frowned down upon even in something as futile as the color scheme.

The group came to a halt before the tall fair-haired man.  I looked at him properly for the first time,  he was younger than I first thought.  His jaw was square and his dirty blonde hair was cut sensibly short to his head. His features seemed to be set into a constant mocking smirk.  I shifted my gaze to the rest of his body,  he was calculated muscle.  There was not enough to slow him down but more than enough to make him look dangerous.  I didn't want to look into his cold eyes again so instead I stared at his shoulders which seems as if they held the weight of the world.  Dread filled my body, making me heavy.  I wished I was somewhere else, anywhere else.

"Mandatory uniforms." He held up the large bag, unzipping it and pulling out a handful of plastic covered grey. He started to read the names. 

"Mark, 68 B 2." A tall lithe boy stepped forward and took the plastic from Jonathon's hand.

"Lacy, 66 B 77." A girl much like the boy stepped forward and once again took the bag, B's were always tall and skinny. I envied them.

The numbers seemed to go on forever. 

Maybe they had made a mistake, maybe I was really meant to be in the academy for intellects like I had been told in grade 10. My hope was quickly dashed. 

"Ana, 68 C 89." I stepped forward gingerly and took the plastic bag from Jonathon's hand.  I noticed that I was the only C type in this group.  

Fantastic

I am in a group filled with tall people who think in vastly different ways than me.  I know that those in G1 groups 32-35 were predisposition for cruelty.

Once I got my uniform I rushed off toward the changing rooms,  they were already full so I had to wait for one to open.  I did not want to know what the outfit consisted of, the academy is always about efficiency of movement.  Hopefully I wouldn't be exercising in underwear.  I grasped my opportunity once a small room opened.  I was relieved as a girl walked out in a loose singlet and shorts.  I quickly got changed and then threw my old clothes into a nearby laundry chute. 

The fact that the clothes and shoes fit her perfect was unsettling and only added to my anxiety as I ran back to the oval.  Sure it's convenient always having clothes which fit you perfect, but it sure was creepy as hell.  I dismissed the thought, after all it was the same for everyone here and everywhere. 

"Get into pairs." Jonathan ordered. I saw that the group had already formed loose alliances.  The competitive nature of geno's had reared it's head and people had chosen their friends on the basis of perceived skill level.  Being the smallest one of the group, I of course was immediately dismissed.

As everyone was pairing up, Jonathan let out a short whistle.  They had uneven numbers; someone was going to be left out and I bet I knew who that person would be.  My number was strange and now everyone knew it,  I was meant be placed into the institute of scholars to be used as a scientist or doctor like my brother.  I only found out that I would be placed in the military academy 6 months ago, so I have had little time to prepare.  Unlike the rest of the student's who would have known where they would have been ending up their whole life. Obviously they just needed my amazing personality here in the military instead, more than likely they just needed my high agility.  I thanked my lucky stars that I hadn't been classed as a 90 instead of an 89.  90's were eliminated shortly after birth.  Impulsiveness and freewill are not cherished in any academy.