It's Monday which means it's testing day. I grabbed my yellow and green backpack and headed down the hall to the nearest door down the left. This isn't my first time being in the testing room, of course I've been coming here every week for three years. It's a huge room painted yellow and blue with cords all over the walls. Pictures of the Aleek faces are posted on the end of each metal table. I walked over the table that had my face on it. I looked through the faces in the crowd swarming to get to an Aleek or an Aleek looking for their table. "Hey nice to see you again." I looked in front of me to see who was there. It was Jay and he was holding a needle filled with a blue liquid and a clipboard with scribbles I couldn't understand. " Nice to see you too." I said. Last night I could barely make out that he was human but now that I can see him he is quite handsome. He has dark brown hair just like me and he has light brown eyes. "Lift your arm" he said softly. I nodded and did what he said so I could leave quicker. He stuck the needle in my arm right under my shoulder where the other Murnahs had done many times before. "Ok your good wait here so I can get a blood sample" he said. "Ok" I said louder than I normally talk which is below a whisper.
When Jay returned with an empty needle he sat down next to me and smiled. "What?" I said. "Nothing it's just you don't look like the shy type of person" he replied and got back up. He stuck the need in the same place on the opposite arm and put a bandage over it. "You are free to go child" he said with pride. "How old do you think I am?" I said. "Hhhmmmmm maybe twelve?"he replied questionably. "Fifteen" I snapped. "Really you don't look like it. Guess my age." He said. "Maybe twenty" I said proudly. "Nope seventeen" he said. "Ok well I've got to go. Bye Jay." I said while walking away. "By Reese" he said in response. I turned my head and looked at him in amazement then walked away. That night all I dreamed about was Jay.
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A Nation
Ciencia FicciónBam! Yep that's what I wake up to every morning, the cracking of the guns. It's 1930 and people just haven't taken a hint that it's in humane to kill those who are different. Three years ago I was sent here by the Murnahs, the soldiers that kidnap t...