Experiment

I look out the second story window, hoping not to see the long black limousine, but I do. I walk downstairs where my mother sits at the table eating the only cereal the city allows. I hear a knock and walk to the door. I open the door and find a woman wearing a black skirt and a bright red shirt, with jet-black hair, and a man in a suit with dark sunglasses. The woman is holding a clipboard and a pen. "Are you ready?" She asks bluntly. I look to my mother. She nods. "Yes, we are." The woman and the man walk in, seating themselves on our small couch. I sit on the chair across from her, and she starts writing something down. Somehow, I can tell what she's writing. V3RNX. My name. Short brunette hair. Honey-colored eyes. Average height. She looks up. "How old are you?" I perk up. "I'm sixteen." She writes that down as well. "Do you have any allergies? Are you handicapped in any way?" I shake my head no. She hands me the clip board. "Sign at the bottom." I take the pen and sign my name at the bottom. I hand the clipboard back, and she stands up. "Thank you for your time." I know she doesn't care. She likes her job. The two walk back out to the long black car and get in. I walk to my mother and sit across from her. "You won't get chosen." I sigh and look at the grains in our wooden table. "I hope not."