JAMES

The council deliberated. A decision was made. And, with no objection, the faces of men and women were they looked like like the [nameOfEmoji]. No pleasure no pain. The judge says "Bill-2.44-05". "Until the end of time." Outside the courtyard. And walked to their cars. As they did some with faces of gratification and others with an anger or disbelief of the events that just had occurred.

When the world was just as simple before, where there weren't so many procedures that one must hurdle, Clearer then ever and thorough and it was something that needed to be done.

They called my name, Finally, after waiting in line for almost an hour. The sequential manipulation aptitude exam. Almost everyone's test was unique. They moved their hands in the air, most with the same gesture, some different. They moved it ever so cautiously as to not mess up. Many began sweating of exhaustion, but when I stepped to scale, and did the same motions and slowly but surely, came out a beautiful stream of sounds and colors, "finally" I said to myself, finally, I lifted a weight from one point to another and back. I stepped, back and ran quickly into the bathroom, without contest, Evan as procter calls out my name. I just ran and kept pushing people out of my way. Before long, I was puking into the toilet, violently, getting rid of all the lunch I just had, purging until I had nothing left to puke.

"I may have screwed up", I thought to myself and as I was contemplating on how I would have to explain this to Mr. Veloup, the school councilor. A gentile knock on the door. I opened the door. I was asked if I was okay, and was sent to the health councilor, to continue the exam.

Voices, the ones telling me, I should give up my dreams of becoming a magician, of failure. I have heard the same many times before. Nothing changes. Every time that I mess with magic,I can get hurt, or worse, Die. I've always wanted this for the longest time. I've always wanted this. I've dreamt it many times before, saving people, helping them, to be part of the ministry. Just as they've helped me, and the world. The sky was beginning to turn purple as bright stars speckled the sky, and I was readying myself to board the hypertrain, waiting for my destination to be called. I could only think of my mother, brother and sister. All I could feel was disappointment and anger, and anxiety. "What am I going to do?" I am not the only one who feels this way, I could see my fellow peers, crying as they call their own families. All of a sudden, an announcer, declared. "Due to some unforeseen consequences, all travel is banned, from leaving the city. I repeat, there is a city-wide lockdown in place. Please stay in place, as the ministry is currently investigating. Please, remain calm, order, and assist those that are in need in help." Multiple footsteps, as members of the ministry of security and protection, ran past onlookers, yelling "clear" into a mouthpiece with tepid looks on their faces, dressed in all black. When I began to look down aimlessly, as I am once again reminded of today.

Half-hour later,.