The Entrance Exam

Chapter 3

(Point of View: Jack Cason)

For the next few hours Isabel and I fell into deep conversation with each other. After that we just listened to some music using her earphones. After another few hours of listening to music that I've never heard before but strangely found pleasant Isabel broke the silence by saying

"Enough of this awkward silence..."

"It wasn't awkward! We were listening to really nice music!"

"Anyway, since the silence is already broken, let us go back to asking each other personal questions alternatively."

"Okay, but first, where are we heading to?"

"I don't know, but I overheard the guys over there *points at two guys sitting next to each other* talking about the bus heading to Canada."

"Okay. So, whose turn is it in our little question game?"

"Mine, I think. Okay so, hmmm, do you have any siblings?"

"I have an older sister, what about you?"

"None. What to ask, what to ask, what is your favorite color?"

"Dark blue."

"Me too!"

"Okay, next question, what is your favorite number?"

"4."

"Mine is 3."

And for an hour, that is how our conversations went, just asking each other very simple questions like "Where did you go to school?" or "When were you born?".

"What's your dad's name?" I asked Isabel when it was my turn.

"Martin, he's an architect."

"My dad's name is George, and I know you know what he does."

"Yeah, okay my turn. What about your mom's name?"

"Janice, what about you?"

"My mom passed away last summer actually..."

"I'm so sorry to hear that."

"Thanks for your condolences, but I don't want to think negative right now because I met a nice guy, it's sunny outside and we're heading to a place that can save our lives! So, now it's your turn."

"Okay so do you ha..."

The bus's wheels screeched to a stop then the driver shouted loud enough that I am sure that the guys at the back could hear him, which is saying a lot because this bus is quite big

"We've arrived at our destination! Now get outta ma bus!"

We all stood up, getting our bags and leaving the bus in a line. Isabel and I were at the back of the line so when we almost reached the door the thought yet again entered my head, 'why are you wearing shades inside the bus and it's not that bright anymore outside'. I finally decided to ask the driver about it

"Umm, sir, why do you have those sunglasses on it is not eve..."

"Get outta here ya kid, my sunglasses ain't any of ya business."

"Sorry I ju..."

"Just leave."

When I got out of the bus I was greeted by the soft gentle wind, but the welcoming feeling left instantaneously when I saw the great, massive structure that was the training camp. I expected nice open fields, cabins and an American flag that goes up the flag pole every morning but instead there was a monstrous and factory looking. The building every ten seconds made a deafening screech. While staring in awe of the great building I realized that the others are already going into the 10 feet tall door that made a booming sound when opened. So I ran at my top speed to catch up with the others to see towering rock climbing walls, boxing rings, track fields and a forest looking place with soil floor but it seemed out of place because everything else in the building was metal. When I finally caught up with the group I saw small a room in the middle of everything that was made of glass, thus, being see-through. Inside was a chair and beside it, a table with a strange looking helmet which was connected to a wire that was plugged to the ground.