Days are long and hard. It's the same routine everyday. Wake up extra early. Put on makeup and make sure you aren't showing any blue. Then you must trim your hair. I always wanted to see what it would be like to let it grow out but that's a chance I do not want to take. Then I get my stuff packed for the ceremony. I have to bring a pencil, a pen, and a pair of scissors. I don't know what they will do to us but I am very nervous. My mother helps me trim the back of my hair. She asks "So. Are you nervous?". I say no even though it was a complete lie and I asked if she was. "She looked at me and said no." Then she smiled and said "I was terrified." I didn't want to be taken by the deltites. I am araid I am going to fail my test and end up where all of the other Trudents go. Wherever that is. I walk outside and I am ready to go. I step on my platform and get sucked down into the transit tube. Its quite fun actually. When I popped back up I was in an auditorium. I was in a seat marked suspected. It gave me chills.

They called up 1 person at a time and took them behind the curtain. People cheered if they came back but people gasped if they didn't. After it seemed like a billion names had been called my name was called. I scooted out of my seat and into the aisle where I slowly walked to what I think is going to be doom. I walk behind a curtain and there is a chair there. The person says "Sit" in a stern voice. He was a deltites and he was quite frightening. He leans the back of the chair back and takes my scissors away from me. He reaches lifted my hair out from under my head and... Snip. Off came 2 in. of my hair. I knew I was dead. My hair grows like a weed. And then he sits me back up, puts a tray Infront of me and says "read carfully. Complete quickly." Then he walked away. I look down and there are a lot of questions. I want to finish as fast as I can so my hair doesn't grow. I read through all of the questions first like I was thought in school then I started taking the test. It was rather easy. But I purposely got some of the more difficult ones wrong so that I would look less suspicious. I yell I'm done and the man comes back. He takes it and looks over it. Then he walks to a control panel and says "heads up" I look up and a trap door falls pouring gallon after gallon of water on my head. I yell in anger and ask what it was for but he says nothing. Then I realized I had my makeup on and that's why he did that. I was relieved when I remembered my great grandmas secret to waterproof makeup.

He said "good, no Trudent" then sent me back to my seat. I was so relieved that I had passed but the struggle had just begun.