At lunchtime I sit at an amity table with what seems almost like half of my faction.
Seats are pulled from all over the place just to circle this one table. I'm feeling suffocated by the amount of bodies pressing me into the table that is now digging into my stomach.
If I tried to sit any closer to the table I would be lodged in it.
Impatiently I tap my fingers on the table slowly watching people disappear off to have the aptitude test administered.
"What do you think Courtney?" Says a blonde amity girl named Gracie.
I snap out if my trance state.
"Uh yeah sure" I try to sound enthusiastic even though I have no idea what I just agreed to.
"What's wrong you've been frowning all day"says one of my better friends Ryan, leaning over the table.
"Test has me on the edge" I grumble in a low voice.
"Oh I understand. I'm not too keen either. They say that there is no way we can prepare for it, but I've been studying extra math just in case cause it's not exactly my strongest subject. To be honest none of them actually are..." he starts to trail off in thought
"Ryan I don't think it is going to be anything like a math test"
"no harm in trying" he insists
I shrug dismissively. I don't fancy doing any more math work than necessary stuck in amity the best math job I would get to do is counting apples and I don't particularly fancy doing that for a living.
I don't know what I want but maybe that's because I don't know where I belong. Hopefully whatever sort of test this is will clear up this problem for me.
That is the only positive thing I can see coming out of this test I will finally know the place that I will fit in.
"Corey Charlton and Courtney Davis" calls a short woman with a plain face and baggy grey clothing. I stand up unconsciously pulling the back of my skirt down as I escape the labyrinth of amity bodies compressing me.
Stepping around them, I take a huge breath and walk over as slowly as if I was headed to my execution.
