Against society [AMBW]

Chapter Thirty Seven

W10~Friday

"Adrian and Faviola, please make your way into exam room D2.14." A short chubby lady dressed in a white lab coat points towards the stairs besides her, inferring we have to find our own way from there.

Don't expect me to know where I have to go, I've only been to the left block of the exam building- never in here.

Something feels off about this place, the white and blue colour aesthetic washes out any thought one might have of taking an exam. I nod and small at the short lady before patting Adrian on the back.

"You ready?" He asks as we both rise from the waiting room chairs and walk over to the stairs.

"I think so." I smile up at him.

The two of us make our way up the stairs, following the metal direction signs planted around the building. At last we arrive at a blue door marked D2.04 where a stubby man dressed in slacks and a black lab coat of a similar style to the lady downstairs.

"Once you get in sign the documents displayed on the table. Then please make your way into the designated male or female room inside. There you will meet another examiner and begin the test." The man informs with a monotone voice.

"Thank you." The man doesn't crack a single smile of reassurance, instead bowing slightly and opening the door for the two of us to enter.

"Fuck, you were right." Adrian huffs under his breathe as we take a seat across from each other on the metal table and chair set in the middle of the room. Yeah sure, this the totally normal exam we've been preparing ourselves for the last five years.

"This is crazy." I scan the room, spotting four CCTV cameras in each corner of the upper room, nothing else remains.

I scan the text briefly, understanding that it's basically a contract to keep our mouths shut... as predicted. Knowing for a fact that not signing the papers will only cause more issues, I hesitantly sign the bottom right corner.

"Good luck." I sigh and rise from my seat.

"You'll be fine, Jagi." He gives me a small smile, to which I return.

The door separating me from the exam and this very room feels heavy, as my hand curls around the silver door knob. The shine and cleanliness of the knob, questions my reasoning for putting my fingerprints on something so clean. Is this another way to capture my DNA?

Cautiously, I turn the knob clockwise until I feel a click. Legs shaking, lip biting and completely oblivious for what I'm about to face, I enter the white room meeting another lady sat in front of yet another metal chair.

"Faviola Dele?" A hostile, stern voice leaves her lips. The black defined curls in her hair are accompanied with grey streaks, signifying her age or stress. The lips of which she spoke from are thin and coated with an aggressively red lipstick, slightly darker than the powder on her cheeks.

"Are you Faviola Dele or not?" She repeats, harsher than the last.

"Y-Yes... I am," My eyes flutter, still taken aback from her demand.

"Please take a seat." Her bony hands point at the chair opposite from her at the foot of the table.

Without hesitation, I do as I'm told, watching her flick through some documents. This goes on for some time, until she looks up at me with no sign of welcoming.

"Date of birth? Age?"

" November nineteenth, 2067. And I'm eighteen years."

"This test is not one you would have taken before hand. I will ask you a series of questions and you must answer truthfully. I will be recording this conversation with this machine," She looks at the unusual machine with evident excitement in her eyes, " Do you have any questions?"