Conbellia

Chapter 3

An electric car is waiting for me as I leave the test building through the back door.
As soon as I've sat down it already takes off. I can't help but regret not saying a proper good bye to my family. I guess I was sure I'd get the same rank as my parents. I should've known better. I didn't even want to be Office-Worker. I remember t he last words of Lucy.
You can be a leader.
I'm not even sure I want it. It's by far the hardest job and it's also a great responsibility. If you screw up, you'll be kicked out of the rank and become a worker. There's no mercy about that. Being a Healer never ever crossed my mind before. A Hunter is the lowest rank I've been offered and I really don't think it's something or would do. It's a very hard job and it's also a low rank. Fighter or Leader. Fighters like the Damers are sometimes acknowledged more than the little Leaders. I'm not sure whether I will be able to keep up with  them though.
How can I even be thinking like this? Almost everyone gets told which rank they've got and that's it. I can almost choose and I'm picking without having the slightest idea of what it'll all be like.
I'm still deep in thoughts when the cars skids to a sudden stop. A butler (servants belong to the Workers even though they're almost a rank on their own) leads me into the big villa. It's directly at the edge of the woods and I've heard rumours about the Damers having their own fighting and shooting areas as well as a swimming pool. Really, I should be honored. But all I feel is scared. What if I don't pass any of the educations? What if I'm not good enough for the jobs I have potential for? I'll end up as a worker but then? What will I do? Kicked outs don't get an education as a worker. They're lucky if they make some friends and can ask those for help. I'd never been good at making friends. In school I was always alone. It's not like I was bullied or anything in just liked to be alone. Getting along as a Worker isn't easy. Getting along without being educated for the job is really hard. But getting along without education and without people to help you, without people who can tell you how to get a place to work is nearly impossible.
The butler leads me up two staircases and down a few halls. Meanwhile I try to remember the way we came. Finally, he opens a door.
"This is your room Miss."
Then he leaves. The room is about three times the size of my old one. There's a big beautiful bed at the back wall. Huge windows cover the whole wall on my right. A commode, a mirror and a closet are to my left. There's a door made of wood next to the closet and one of the windows leads to a balcony. I go over to the door. I knock on it. No response. Quietly, I open it. It's an office with a big desk and a really comfy chair. There's also a cupboard covered with books in there as well as a small almost kitchen-like corner with a coffee machine and the ingredients for tea. There's no other door in the office so it probably belongs to my room. Then I notice that the balcony also leads into this room. That means that one wall of my room, the one where the bed is, could be made of windows as well. The balcony has to go round that wall to end at the office. I go back into my room. In the closet are lots of clothes. Jeans, shirts, tops, skirts, dresses,... I've never seen that many in one place before. The windows offer the view over a giant garden. I can't believe it. It a almost like paradise.
Suddenly, there's a loud knock on the door.