The Inferior

Chapter Two

                                                                                Chapter Two

Eve and I didn't really talk after that. I'm pretty sure she was nervous, and just needed to talk. I've never had a friend, or time for a friend. But all the same,I  think she seems nice.

         Then I remember where we are going; the Academy. All my Life I've wondered about what goes on in there. I know that they asses you, but that's it. We're not allowed to know anything else; mainly so  we can't prepare for it in any way.

         The Ambassadors say it is for our own good, and that the Academy is like a filter. But they where wrong. It is a filter. Only the Chosen stay in society, banishing the broken and useless into the unknown, into the Relms.They say that this is the best way of life.The best way to ensue peace. Especially after The War.

         All of my life was spent not knowing what I'm good at or what I would do in my free time. To keep us busy, we all work until we are eighteen; old enough to attend the Academy. The jobs change daily, organizing the easiest, least time consuming with the youngest. we start working at age five.

        I look out the window, only to see a vast, green, wall of leaves standing guard over my view of the sun. I recognize it as a cornfield. 

        Suddenly I remember I have my moms locket in my pocket. I pull it out, studying it. It is small, gold with a beautiful design engraved all over it. I brush my fingers over it, deciding to open it.

        Inside of it I see my mother and father, joined by me and Lucy. I smile.

        Staring at the locket, Eve decides to break away from the silence that for a while, was comforting.

        " That's a nice locket; where'd ya get it?" she asks cheerfully.

        " It was my mothers, before she died." I say.

        " Oh,... " She says like she's embarrassed, " I'm, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to-"

        I cut her off quickly,

        " Don't worry about it, you did't know. Plus, it was a long time ago. It's fine."

        She quickly tries to change the subject.

        " So," she says hesitantly, " Are you exited or nervous to go to the Academy?" she says.

        " Ummm"  I say to buy myself some time.

        I think about that. I am defiantly exited about getting to know myself.. but terrified about the possibility that I might not be Chosen

        "A little of both, I guess.. I don't really know. How about you?" 

        Eve quickly glances to her sides, looking heavily worried.

        " To be honest... I'm completely terrified. I'm  really scared at the thought of being banished.", She admits.

        " Aren't we all," I exclaim slightly sarcasm.

        " Well, yeah, I know, but. I mean. Never mind."

        I'm about to push, but I pull back seeing how uncomfortable she looked.

        I look back to my locket; studying it with such intensity that my eyes start to hurt. Then I realize just how tiered I am. Last night I barley slept, with all of the anticipation of the big day.

        Eyes still aching, I decide to close them. A deep tiredness sweeps over me; slowly causing me to drift. My last thought of the locket began to dissolve, as I soon fell asleep.

        I wake up to Eve shaking me awake. drowsiness still lingering.

        " Wer'e almost there!" she says.

        I am fully awake now. I sit up, looking through the window, trying to get a better view, but Eve is smack in the middle of it. Any hope of seeing anything is lost.

        Still curious, I try the windshield; which is blocked by a thick wall of bodies. I give up. I will simply have to wait until arrive to see the place at which I will spend the next month - quite possibly my last. 

        It takes the bus about ten more minuets until it comes to a stop. Once the doors are opened, it is total chaos.

I watch, as everyone is trying to shove their way to the front. After a few minutes, It's our turn to go.

        When I step out of the bus, I stare up in awe at something that the word 'Acadamy', would not even begin to describe it.

        Below me is hundreds of archers, all devoted to obstacle courses, sports fields, even a small mountain; along with quite a few buildings. 

        When everyone is finished, a man, or more of a boy, walks up to us, he speaks like he's said it a thousand times- and he probably has.

        "Welcome to the Academy"