A/N: Sorry to all those who liked my first story. I had a brainwave that made that story seem suckish. This story is in my OC's POV. Also, this is my second fanfic so I would really appreciate reviews, good or bad. Quick heads up on names: Kella=Oc (obviously)Eric=Wheatley (again obvious) RJ=Rick and Ken=Space. Anyway, enjoy!

*Disclaimer: I don't own any Portal 2 characters or items mentioned.

"All those old enough to become personality constructs, please report to the Aperture Science Town Center." Kella's shoulders drooped. 'Those old enough' meant all kids 15 to 20. Technically, those ages weren't 'kids'. I'm doing it again. Kella started rambling on and on when she was scared just like her friend Eric (or Wheatley as they called him). Her other friend, Chell or Michelle, was exactly the opposite. RJ and Ken were their own kind of talkative. Ken went on and on about space if he wasn't occupied with something else, and RJ went n about how it was unfair he couldn't join others in the animator. You had to be 18 to do that and all 5 friends were 17. Strange, yes, but true. Wait, did I just pass the hallway? Yes I did. Great. Kella turned around and saw her best friend RJ, along with Wheatley, Ken, and Chell. Wheatley was wearing a light blue shirt, blue jeans, black tennis shoes, his black-rimmed glasses, and he was messing with his dirty blonde hair. His light blue eyes showed fear, which was expected. Ken was wearing his favorite yellow shirt that said 'space fan', tan shorts, and yellow tenni's. His hair was also blonde but it was leaning more towards yellowish. Chell was wearing an orange Aperture science shirt and comfy jeans paired with well-fitted shoes. Her jet-black hair was back in a ponytail and her gun-metal grey eyes were blank for Chell never liked to show emotion. Especially fear. RJ was wearing a green shirt that stated 'I laugh in the face of fear.' and a brown leather vest, along with worn jeans and (again) worn tenni's. His lighter-than-normal green eyes lit up with happiness trying to mask fear and his brown hair was messy. Kella herself was wearing just a normal white shirt, jeans, tenni's and her dark brown hair was in a single braid down her back.

"Hey guys!" Kella called out everyone but Chell replied with a hello. Chell just smiled and nodded. If she weren't with her friends, that smile would've never existed. They rounded the corner together and joined up with all the other kids. When they reached the center, they reached it in silence. No one was brave enough to try and lighten the spirits. Today, a few people will be chosen to be poured into personality constructs. Even worse, they won't know when. One day might be normal and the next may be the day you are changed.

Together they entered the testing room, where they all sat down at a desk and started taking a test. Wow, the test this year are really weird. The tests consisted of test chamber components, computer commands, name memorization-really?-, math equations, and test simulations. As soon as all five friends finished, they gathered in the waiting area and talked about the test.

"Wheatley, how good did you think you did on the name memorization? I think I totally failed." Kella asked.

"That was the easiest part of the quiz for me. I have a feeling I failed the math part though. How do you feel you did on it Ken?"

"Those were simple equations. RJ, you must've blasted the test chamber components part." Ken replied, changing the subject to RJ.

"That was simple for me but I feel I failed everything else miserably. Chell, how many times did you die on the simulator?"

"Once, and that was because my Knee Replacements failed." Chell replied. Everyone was gaping at her. The expressions were so hilarious that she couldn't help but laugh. "What?"

"I died 27 times!" Wheatley exclaimed.

"23 times." Ken said.

"25." RJ said.

"12." Kella said.

"Wow, you guys are good. By the way, how do you feel you did on programming Kella?" Wheatley said.

"Easy as pie." Kella replied.

"Pi? I thought you had trouble remembering the numbers." Ken threw in. Kella giggled.

"Not that kind, Ken. The food pie."

"Ooooooh. OK!" Everyone laughed at that response.

"Attention people. Cave Johnson here. The results are in. Please head to the waiting lines. Now." It seemed like, as every other year, Mr. Johnson had trouble saying 'please'.

"Well, good luck too you all." Kella said.

"You too." Everyone replied at the same time. Chell and Kella branched off from the boys since they had to seperate by gender. 'Please let me have good luck.' she prayed to no one in particular.