Mother picked me up from school and asked how my day was. I didn't want to ruin her mood and say it was poor, so I said I had a pleasant day. "My peers were fine, the teacher was excellent and I enjoyed the furnishings," I said smiling. My mother beamed. "Your father selected that school for you." I smiled remembering that my dad was on a business trip. I wonder why he decided this school though. I rested my face on the heated leather again just as this morning. But it still did not help the weird lumpy feeling in my stomach, as if I swallowed an enormous hunk of coal.
In the house, I set down to do my homework. Plopped down my bag, pulled out my notes from class and started. We were to answer three simple questions that will determine our place in class for the first semester. So..a placement test... I thought to myself. Another task to make me feel like utter crap?
1. Why are you here?
2. Do you like teamwork?
3. Will you cooperate?
I stared down at the questions, narrowing my eyes. This was all so stupid. I scribbled down my answers quickly in scrawled handwriting.
1. Why are you here?
Because I was sent here.
2. Do you like teamwork?
Occasionally.
3. Will you cooperate?
Yes, I will.
The questions had an eerie feeling, because of the lack of context. It was like blindly signing a contract. I mean it kind of is a contract for the whole first semester. Having to stay in the same place, with no way out sounds like a nightmare. Not that I'd care, just that mother would definitely scold me.
I folded up the questionnaire and stuffed it into my binder with a bit of force to loosen up the built-up tension from the day. It's only the first day, I thought to myself. I was probably exaggerating.
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{Wonderland}
General FictionOh, such grace, elegance, and charm. Indeed a land of wonder. Delicate, intricate, frail. Describes the weak-minded, hearted, and bodied. Soon enough this wonderland of sorts will fall into the undeniable doom of which good things must come to an en...
