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ticking clock looming over her. Its slow and constant sound became
her heart-beat as she sped through the complex and interrogating
questions before her. The sweat on the back of her neck started to
pool in crevices – her worry grew with each passing minute.
The loud-speaker erupted abruptly, booming its warning in dark
tones. ‘Fifteen more minutes. Fifteen more minutes’.
The warning did not break the trance she had created between
her pen and her paper. Nothing she thought could break the flow
which increased its velocity with each flick of her pen. As she started
to read the final question on the cold and white last page, she could
hear soft sobs bouncing eerily against the minimal and harsh
institutional walls. She could not see the tears of her classmate but
she could feel their soft delicacy against her cheeks, much like a
serial dream.
She looked to her left through large clear panes of glass and saw a
world that was so full of injustice and terror, a world that she would
soon be joining in some aspect. HowThe Bridge felt it could remove
human rights based on the words on a page never correlated with
her innate morals.
Standing up from her chair, she looked at the faces of the women
and men around her. They looked drained and devoid of the beauty
usual in human life; eyes were sad with anxiety. She walked towards
the door, stating her name and pricking her finger as she stepped
into the long gleaming hallway.
Walking towards the large automatic doors, Eve heard the click of
the autocom as it flashed to life, ‘
Eve Grande, Eve Grande please proceed to
The Maturity Officer
’.
She felt her heart drop as her name echoed around the large
empty spaces. She knew too well what the words meant for her and
what was destined for her DNA.
Darkness.
‘
Un Majeur
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