The Perfectionist Test

Chapter 1

Today is the day. I will take my test that decides the rest of my life. I will be 17 in exactly one month and that is when I for the rest of my life. Where I will live, who I will marry, even my job. For now I will wait in the hall of the government center until they call me in for my test.  My parents dropped me off almost thirty minutes ago. Thirty long minutes of silence all alone. I don’t know if I am sick of if I am going to be physically sick. Probably both. I hate that I even have to take this test. I want to be free to choose who I love and where I live. I want to be free to have my own job and choose how many kids I want. Sometimes I dream about running away. Climbing over the wall and living my life in the woods. Maybe I would find another town. We are taught that we are the only town left after the War but I don't believe that. It's not like we can produce everything here. Not many people know but once a week a convoy of trucks come in through the gate in the back of town. Emma and I saw it once when we snuck out. That was the last time Emma ever snuck out with me.  Sometimes I still go out and watch the trucks come in. I watch them unload boxes upon boxes of things. I haven’t found out what is in them yet. Maybe the town the trucks come from are free. They don’t have to take The Test. I could be free there. Free to be myself. It would be somewhere I can- 
“Adaline Foster… You're up.”
I slowly rise from my chair all thought of running leaves my head. My legs shake as I walked to the door. I really really don’t want to do this. I am going to get stuck with a life like my parents.  Boring and average. I feel like I am going to pass out.   
    “Are you okay honey”, the overly happy nurse looking person asked.
No I’m not okay. I am about to sign my life off to the government. So no no I am not okay.
    “I am doing fine. I just want to do well. I am hoping to be a doctor or a teacher.” I say through gritted smiling teeth. I am doing exactly what my mom told me to do. My mom said that you should try to make the people like you so they will take your opinion into consideration. It’s not really my opinion though. It is my parents. They said that is what i should try to do. Be a teacher or a doctor. At least marry rich is what they always say. I don't agree with them but oh well. I am a child and my opinion doesn't matter.  
            "Okay honey we need to take measurements and draw your blood. Drawing the blood shouldn't hurt too much. It will be just a little pinch and then a tugging sensation in your arm." The nurse talks me through what she is going to do. 
        She takes my weight and height. She records hair color, eye color and skin tone. After all of that she drew my blood. She called the doctor in immediately after.
         "Female, caucasian, gray eyes and dark brown hair. 5'2", 20 pounds, blood type AB", they went back and forth reciting everything about me. I start zoning out. 
       "Miss Foster it is time for you to fill out the form. If you have questions please don't be afraid to ask."