The Taylor Trials

Chapter 1

"Now darling," My mother said, "Remember to stand up straight, smile..."
"And politely nod when my name is called." I said, cutting her off. She gave me her, "mom glare," and continued to brush my hair. Neither of us spoke; I sat in my dress, the red one I reluctantly wore, while my mother brushed my dark blonde hair. She stopped for a moment, looking into the mirror, then said to me, "Oh dear, you look, just like your father," I knew what she was going to say next. "He would be so proud."

We walked downstairs and my brothers, David and Michael, whistled when they saw me. My mother snapped them a look, but it had no effect. I walked outside, and she lectured them on improper and proper behavior around women. I sat down on the patio and looked at the expanse of orchard trees before me. I picked out my favorites, apple, because of the crisp, sweet flavor, lemon, because it makes food tolerable, and my favorite kind of orchard tree, peach, because of the beautiful blossoms that fall in the spring. When I was younger, I used to sneak into the orchard and steal a blossom for Mother's Day.

My mother took my brothers to the auditorium, I however, was instructed to remain on the patio, and wait for the white bus to open its doors in front of the house. The bus took around five minutes, but dread caused it too feel like an eternity. The black doors opened. I walked inside, and immediately scanned the bus like a radar. My friends Jacob and Nevaeh were sitting together, so I sat next to them. Although we were inseparable, nobody on the bus spoke, even Jacob, who was naturally chatty. The silence was piercing the air. We all knew what day it was.

The day of trials

The day where every student who graduated that year get divided into trials. The A trials, The B Trials, The C Trials, or The Taylor Trials. Named after Maddison Taylor, the great overseer who thrusted our country from the brink of collapse. When the bus rolled to the auditorium, where the announcements would be made, we all left the bus one by one. Not pushing, not shoving, behaved; orderly like we had been told thousands of times. As soon as I sat down a wave of nostalgic memories hit me. My first time in the auditorium, being told about the trials and how we should strive for the highest achievements we could, because they were going to be noticed. Officials from larger cities encouraging us to, once again, do our best, high-end brats who would mock us and tell us we wouldn't get into any of the trials, C if we were lucky.

It didn't matter. All that mattered now was getting into A. For my sake, my mothers, and my fathers as well to some extent. But first I needed to support my brothers. They both passed A and B trials respectively, and were among those being recognized for their achievements since then. After all the former graduates had been recognized, it was time to move on to the upcoming class. Anxiety hit me like a truck as I waited, counting down the letters until they reached my last name. "Malchara Vince." I stood, wincing at the use of my full name, then took a deep breath and walked to the podium.
"Ms. Vince has been accepted to..." I waited, praying to hear the letter A leave this man's mouth, but when I heard my acceptance, I had a heart attack.

"The Taylor Trials"

Hey everyone!!!
This was just an idea for a story I had a year ago. Sorry that the first chapter is so short, I'm hoping the other chapters get longer. I'm open to constructive criticism, and I'll respond and make changes accordingly. Other than that, I hope you enjoy my story, and don't mind that updates may be slow. I'm working the best I can, but I'm real busy and have a lot to do.
Thanks again!
- Supperman <|^_^|>

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