Saving Silla

Chapter 1

Testing day

My hands won't stop fidgeting with my locket. They only do that when I'm nervous. The locket is a pure sunlight color. It holds pictures of my family in it. My mom, with her silvery blonde ringlets and stormy gray eyes. My father, and his tangled red hair and beard. My only sister Joeslyn, with her fine red hair and critical cinnamon brown eyes. And me Dezirell, Dezirell Morgan with my chestnut brown ringlets and piercing green eyes.
Today is the day that all 16 year old's dread, Testing day. All the 16 year old's in Silla must take a test of the soul, body, and mind. It is a very unnerving to think that your future is in the hands of a test. But it is, and we have no say about it. Every child must take it from infancy to their 16th year of life. Then, on Sector Day, you are sent to your sector or to a "work" camp. Every one in Silla except for those who are close to the Master, know that "work" camps are actually death camps. The Master sends you there if you pose a threat to him or his system. Either that or you get there by having different test results. The sad thing is, that all of your friends and family go there to die with you. You either die of the working conditions or starvation. And on Sector Day, you don't chose the Sector, you are forced to do as the Master wants. Those who are brave are the Berandi. Those who are knowledgeable, are Perigeta. Those who as are the hardworking, are Sunkiai. The peaceful are Taikus. And those who thirst for blood and war are Ut Bellum. And those who pay and bribe their way into the sector of their choosing usually get away with it. I'm worried for Joeslyn and myself we must take our final exam today. I wonder which sector I will be placed in. Will I be brave like the Berandi?Or hardworking like the Sunkiai? But for now all I can do is hope and wait. The system is cruel, but so is the man that designed it, Gwendovier Rassmussen.
Ring! Ring! Ring! The clock tower rings. I put on my nicest dress, a satin blue dress made of an old tablecloth. In Silla, we must be thankful for everything we are given. Such as if we got no food, we must be grateful to the Master for this gift. I think the way we live is ridiculous, but we can't speak out against the Master. So, I put up with all of this nonsense.
I rush out the door, me and Joeslyn are going to be late. We run down to the testing grounds.