I follow my instructor to the next room. Inside are tons of faceless, stuffed dummies.
"These dummies are simulators of our enemies in war, the men. You are to do whatever you can to make them fall over," she says, and I reach into my bag to grab my gun. "You cannot use your gun. Each one is defeated in a different way,"
I look around and count the dummies. Eighteen dummies. Go figure. Eighteen for everything during this test, the day before your eighteenth birthday.
"We start... Now," she said, and a dummy approached me. I did my first instinct.
I punched it in the head.
It fell over.
Another one approached me, and I slapped it's face.
It did nothing.
Not enough. I kicked it's side, grabbed it's fake arm, and flipped it over. It didn't get up.
A third one came towards me. I punched it's head, then did a flip off its chest, kicking it in the face, then I landed and kicked it's side.
I passed through all eighteen with flying colors, and we went on to the third test.
It was a dimly lit room, but a bright blue pool sat in the middle of the room, but I only had to glance at it to know it's dimensions, thirty feet long, twelve feet wide, and fifteen feet deep.
"You will jump in, sink down until your lungs burn, and I know exactly how long that will take, and then swim underwater to the other end. Got it?" My instructor orders. I nod. I've never been a strong swimmer. I don't think I'll pass this one.
"Whenever you are ready," she says, walking to the other end of the pool.
I take a deep breath, take a few steps back.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Run. I sprint towards the pool, and at the edge, I jump.
As much as the world has changed within a thousand years, school and school sport events, haven't. I did track in high school, specifically long jump. I beat many school records, become a girl's long jump champion. So I use my skills to jump into that pool.
I get a good distance in, and am glad that I don't have to swim any more than what I have to now.
I sink a foot. I start to get nervous that I can't get air.
I sink two feet. I want to swim towards the surface.
I sink three feet. My lungs burn. I start to swim.
I have a hard time deciding weather to swim fast and hard, and waste energy but get done quicker, or swim slowly to save energy and take longer.
I decide to swim fast and hard.
My mistake.
I'm not close to the end when I start to sink lower. My vision goes fuzzy around the edges. I kick my legs frog-style, like I was taught, and burst ahead a little bit. I can't see clearly. I keep swimming. I start to sink more. I kick my legs again, and crash into something hard. I correct my body posture and kick up, hard.
My head breaks the surface, and I gulp in air, greedy for the elements that let me live.
"Good enough." My instructor says, handing me a torn towel that looks and smells like it's already been used by a dead skunk. I refuse the towel.
"You will have your results tomorrow morning, stating weather you passed or failed. If you pass, you will take another test next week, deciding weather or not you will be a foot soldier, a flier, or a sailor. Exit this way and go back home," my instructor says. I give her a small smile, and walk out the exit, dripping in water.
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Hey guys! I would like to dedicate this book to some of my two friends, Abby and Lexy, who constantly beg me to write this story more! They're not on Wattpad, but they always ask me when I have my phone if I've updated this story yet!Sorry for the late update, very busy with school as we just got back from spring break!
Thanks for reading!
~Sami
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