The teacher placed a test packet in front of me, I flinched. I had already failed the first test, now I had to take it again for a higher grade. If I failed this one, well, goodbye school. No one else was in the classroom with me and the teacher, because I was the only person who had failed.
I looked down at my exam, the exam that would determine my entire life. Just a stupid pile of papers. I picked up my pencil, and wrote my name in the top left corner. The teacher said in his clear loud voice, “begin.” I flipped the top page back, to expose the contents beneath.
Question 1: Who is the founder of Capricorn Laboratories? What was their reason to open it?
“Easy.” I mumble. I could feel the teachers eyes burning into me, warning me not to talk. I began to write.
Missy Capricorn founded Capricorn Laboratories. She opened it to explore further into the realm of science, and to improve the world as we know it.
Each question passed with ease. None made me stop to think for more than a minute. I finished the test in two hours. I raised my hand, and the teacher picked it up off my desk and left the room to grade it. All I could hear is the clock ticking off the seconds as they pass, and my pencil tapping against the hard wooden desk in time with the ticks.
The teacher reentered, my test in hand. I saw a large red stamp at the top of the front page. He walks over and places it upon my desk in front of me, face down. He walks back to the front of room. I Gingerly flipped the test over, and saw my grade-
I jolted awake. I was sweaty and sticky; my sheets pasted to my body. I peeled them off and stumbled out of my small bed. I had just dreamed of the day when my future had been ruined. I shivered. It was a twisted system but effective; weeding the failures out of society.
I groaned and began my morning routine. I trudged to the kitchen yawning. I opened the door to the refrigerator, the paint was peeling and it was rusted with age. Lillian had always thought of it and it’s rusty red spots as a cow. As I pulled out the store brand milk, I heard a floorboard creak.
It was George. I knew it immediately, he always stepped on that board to get my attention. He started walking toward me, I could hear the slap of his bare feet on the worn wooden floor. George tapped my shoulder. I turned and crossed my arms, I looked into his stone gray eyes. They were practically identical to mine. Except they were full of cold determination instead of dull acceptance.
“Are you still going to the labs?” He asked, an eyebrow raised. “Yes.” I sighed. “I am.” George clenched his fists. “Now let me eat my breakfast, I’m hungry.” He glared at me, but sadness tinted his gaze. I brushed past him and sat at the kitchen table. George followed.
We ate together in silence until our mother entered. “Where’s Lillian?” I asked mom. “She’s still sleeping. I think it will be easier for you to leave if she isn’t with us.” I nodded, George’s frown deepened. “Lillian can’t not see Bryn when she leaves.” what had George said? ‘When she leaves’ had he finally excepted the fact that I was leaving? “If she leaves.” Never mind. “George. I agree with mom.” I hoped that would be the end of the discussion. George pursed his lips, but said nothing.
I looked at our mother, and I mean really looked. She seemed more stable this morning than she did last night. Her eyes were clean of the streaks from her tears, and her voice was steady. She and George glance at the clock on the wall. I took this in stride. “I guess it’s time for me to go…”
“No it’s not. your staying here.” I stand up. George stands up to. I walked to my room. He follows. I reached under my bed and pulled out my backpack. George sat on my bed. I searched inside my small chest drawers for an outfit, when I found each article of clothing I stuffed it inside of my bag. George sighs. I walk out of my room to the bathroom. George follows. I grab my toothbrush. I turn to leave and George sighs again. “what do you want George.” I say annoyed. I place my hand on my hip and turn to him. “For you to stay here.”
“Sorry. But that’s not happening.”
I turn away from him and walk into the kitchen. I lean down and hug my mom. it was supposed to be quick but she held on. “Please don’t do this.” She whispers in my ear. “I can get a new job. I bet we have enough saved up to last until I find one.” I pull away. “let me do this.” She nods. I can tell she’s trying to be understanding. She sighs and kisses me on the cheek. “Have you said goodbye to George?” I shake my head. “No. And I wasn’t planning to.” She frowns. “Mom,” I say “take care of yourself.” she pulls me into hug. “Good luck” Mom releases me and I leave the cramped apartment.