I woke up, the first thing that came to my mind was that it was my birthday. I’m thirteen today, I am a teenager. Excitement was running through my bones whilst I was getting my head around the fact I am a teenager. I had been waiting for this day for at least five whole months. I sat on the edge of my bed for a little while thinking about my parent’s reaction when I revealed my face downstairs. Only one way to find out I whispered to my self. I slowly tiptoed downstairs so my parents were unable to hear me.
I went toward the kitchen where I could hear both of my parents. My mum was at the sink washing the dishes while dad was drinking a cup of tea. I glanced to my mum then towards my dad. Mum looked at me and said,
“Good morning Ikhlas, shall I make you some breakfast?” I stood still on the spot for about ten seconds.
Thinking to my self that this was not the reaction that I expected to receive. I sat down on to the dining table and told my mum that I do not want breakfast, I am not that hungry I said to my mum in a miserable voice. Whilst I was thinking to my self why my parents reacted like this maybe they forgot about my birthday or maybe they got a surprise lined up. My dad was not his usual self today, normally he would be churpy and energetic but today all he was doing was staring straight in midair. I was puzzled and sad in a way.
“Do you know what day it is?” I asked my parents looking down at the table.
“Yes, of course we do it’s the day you were born,” replied my dad in a dull voice.
“I thought you would be happy, it is my birth day after all I am a teenage. Well forget that I better go upstairs and get changed for school my friend said he has got something……”
“No! You do not have to go to school today,” my mum said before I could even finish off what I was saying.
“Why,” I asked because my mum never gave me a day off school even if I was really really ill my mum would still send me to school. At this moment in time I was really confused.
“Just, go up stairs and get ready we are going somewhere,” replied my dad.
“But where,” I asked.
“It’s a secret,” replied my mum.
So I went upstairs and got changed whilst I was thinking about where my parents could be taking me. It could be to buy me my birthday present or a secret party. Well I’ll have to wait and see, I made my way down to the front door whilst lots of thoughts were running through my mind about where we were going.
I made my way toward the car where I could see my mum and dad who were sitting at the front of the car. It looked like they were arguing about something but when the saw me approaching the car they suddenly became quiet. I sat in the back seat still wondering where we were going. We went towards the motorway and got on to the motorway when I noticed the moon was still up.
“Why is the moon still up dad?” I asked my dad
“Don’t ask too many questions. That’s all u do ask more and more questions. For once you should be quiet,” said dad angrily. I went quiet, thinking to my self what is so bad about asking questions that’s how you learn, what has my dad got against it. We drove on the motorway for about an hour or so and no one had spoken. I thought to my self what a birthday! We got of the next junction.
We drove past a roundabout which was very well vegetated and got off on the third exit. I was awfully confused about where we were going.
“Where bouts are we going dad,” I questioned my dad. My dad did not say anything for about ten seconds was just quiet looking ahead whilst driving.
“We are going to a government building where you will have a few tests. Nothing to worry about every one has them,” replied my dad.
“There is nothing to worry about,” my mum said in a reassuring voice. I started to think to my self about why my parents decide to tell me about these so called tests now why could they not have told me before. I was wondering could this be the reason for my parents acting so strangely. We approached this newly and very well built building. I would say about fifty floors high. The windows were so shiny that I could see the reflection of the sky. Dad parked the car in the car park whilst I was still looking at the building in amazement. I had never send a building that was built that well. My dad turned back and explained,
“When you go inside we will sit in a cue, when your name will be called, this person will come and collect you and take you in a room. He will tell you to drink this syrup which will taste like orange juice. The syrup just makes you tell the truth, not that u will lie”. I just kept quiet and stared straight into my dads face.
“Come on lets get this over and done with,” my mum said gasping for air. I opened the door of the car and noticed that my hands were shaking of nervousness. Then I walked towards the door of the tremendous building behind my parents. The doors opened automatically. The first thing I saw was this note. On this note was written do not carry any sharp objects beyond this point and remember to tell the truth. My eyes shifted on to the corridor it had doors on both sides. Both the walls were painted white with the doors as well. There was a radiator between every two doors. We were walking towards the door straight ahead which on top had ‘examination’ written in big bold letters. The door was being guarded.
The guard had a checklist and I was ticked off. We entered the room. The room was square with three other doors labelled one, two and three. The room had six chars in a row in the middle. The walls were plain white nothing else was in the room. The carpet was jet black in colour and a very soft feel to it. I could feel it on my trainers. I sat down dad on one side and mum on the other side. I asked my parents
“Why could you not tell me about these tests earlier?” I asked my parents. When suddenly this voice said,
“Ikhlas Raja could you walk through” the voice seemed like it was coming from the door which was labelled three. Three was my unluckiest number. I got up.
“Don’t worry son”, my dad said.
“Just do exactly as they say and you will be all right. Then we will be going home after that is finished and celebrating your birthday properly.
I walked towards the door with the number three on it. At this moment in time my heart way thumping a hard a drum. I pushed the door and walked in with my eyes closed, I was so scared all of body was shivering. There was sweat dripping from my forehead. This room unlike the other one was painted all jet black with these little spots of white. This person who looked like he was in his late twenties had brown hair and unusual green eyes. He was sitting back at this desk with a file in his hand labelled ‘Ikhlas’.
“Do sit down” said the man in a deep voice.
I sat on this uncomfortable chair. He got a jug and poured something out from it in to a metal glass. He told me to drink the syrup which my dad said tasted like orange juice. I took a sip of the syrup and it tasted nothing like my dad told me. I put it down. The man was looking through the file and asked me,
“So you are a bright boy”
I did not reply, I stayed quiet. He passed me this paper which had some questions on it. Just general knowledge questions like ‘how old would you be if you were 20X5 years younger than 555’ nothing that hard. I was one of the best at maths in my school this should be no problem. I had done the whole test with in a minute. I was thinking to my self what, was all the worry about, that was easy. The man marked the test I got a glimpse I looked like I got most of them right. The man who had a mischievous glare in his eyes picked his phone up which was near the top corner of his desk and he dialled 333 and said in a deep voice,
“He has to go he is to clever.”
I was thinking to my self what was he talking about, just then he took this gun out and shot straight at my head. By the time I found out what he was trying to do he shot me. I every thing went jet black, it reminded me of the carpet and I felt a head bang on to a hard surface.