1899-12-31 0000 Nothing could be able to ease the butterflies that grew in the pit of my stomach as I get ready to find out who I was. Or what I was. My hands were shaking and trembling as I hold a pen writing on the paper the men had given me. My name: Jess Rose and Age:18. I ran my fingers through my hair stopping at the tangles. I looked up from the paper and gently set the pen down on the metal table. "I'm ready." I spoke hoarsely. The men stepped inside the dark room and pulled me up from the wooden chair I had been sitting in. The two men had their hands gripping my arms. I was going to speak up but nothing seemed to come out. We walked down the dark, metal corridor for what seemed like forever. The dread of stepping inside and to be alone frightened me. It was all I thought about until I was right in front of that door. One of the men glanced at the paper I had written on, "I think you know what's going to happen inside but if you are unaware I'm going to tell you. Once you step inside there will be someone waiting for you. They will give you a task and you must complete it. If you do, you pass. If you don't. Well, I don't know if you'll be able to see the light of day. This task is based on what you have written on this paper and it will assign you a job. I wish you luck." He spoke quickly and sternly.
