"The names I call please move to my right." Mr. Fischer said, and gestured to his right, then began calling out names. I waited to be called, but wasn't.
Only a few people I knew were called. Aeria, a petite, quite, girl, who I only knew as 'the-girl-who-never-speaks-even-in-the-dorm', Johnny, a boy of the same description, Eadelyn, a loud, boisterous character, also known as 'the-girl-who-never-shuts-up', and the Twins.
Gwendolyn and Geremiah, the only family in our batch, seemed to be the most uptight, yet spoiled and rotten little brats in the entire universe. I'd head a couple of their tales of heroism and sacrifice (note the sarcasm) in the few days that I could recall.
First of all, they were spoiled. Probably filthy rich in their past lives. And there was the fact that they were identical, even with the different genders, and different hair length, if Gwendolyn tucked her long, luscious brown hair into a baseball cap, and Geremiah wore one too, I'm pretty sure their own mother wouldn't be able to recognise who's who, especially on account of Gwendolyn's figure being absolutely like a guy's.
So their signature prank was to pretend to be the other which was, believe me, confusing as heck and they were sure gonna get in trouble sooner or later.
"The next set of names, please move to my eft." Mr. Fischer began to call out names again, and this time, Myra and Laura were called, along with Alfie (Alfred). I wasn't called, and neither was Rico. We glanced at each other, but shrugged it off. It was probably nothing.
"Okay, so as you can see, you have been divided into three groups based on skill. You-" he said, turning to the group on his right, "need to buck up. You are at the bottom of the list, and I will not sugar-coat it. To be honest, you stink. So get your game up, or else you'll be sorry you didn't."
Wow, bit harsh, am I wrong?
"Now you," he turned to us and my blood ran cold. "are good, but can do better. Wait, you are in this group, Nova."
"Oh! Okay..." I said, sounding a bit more surprised than I wanted to. I scuttled to the group on the left, and waited.
"Okay, so you are good, but not good enough. Try harder or I'll have to instill some fear in you."
Nope. Not wrong.
"Now you..." he said, and I braced myself. "Good job. Keep it up, and you'll go far. But don't get cocky, now, or my hand might just come into play."
A cold shiver ran down my spine, but stopped half way after seeing Mr. Fischer smile at Laura, who happily smiled back.
"He got all that from one test?" Myra whispered into my ear and I just shrugged. Then I realised something.
"Rico is in the 'okay' group? But he was faster than me!" I whispered. Myra looked confused. She shook her head.
"Kay, whatever, Noves." She said, "But I have a plan to elicit some information. Come to the 'Soldier' dorm during free time. Yours starts after ours, so I'll be there."
"Why does ours start later?"
"You have some special classes. But whatever! Pay attention. I'll tell you everything, just come the second you're done. We have to do this. Tonight."
"Tonight."
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Fight For Home
Science Fiction*proceed with caution. It has a high rank and lots of reads but is not my best book. Please don't judge my writing skills based upon this book. While you're here, however, check out my other book Don't Blink?* Our planet was taken right from under o...
