"Cora!"

I whirled around, afraid someone had seen me with my hover boots, but instead I saw my best friend, Peter, jogging to catch up to me. We met when we where ten, going deep into the woods on our own for the first time, I caught him trying to set up camp right next to a camera. We quickly became friends and I taught him everything my father taught me.

"Jesus, Peter. You nearly gave me a heart attack." I said, with mock anger.

"Well you deserved it, hover booting to Profession Day." He said, walking over. "You gotta be more careful. Someone's going to find out." He said, plucking a leaf from my hair. "If you go down, they'll find me too. Your lucky I haven't ratted you out to save my own skin yet." He joked. I punched him playfully in the shoulder as we walked.

"How was your morning?" I asked him. I knew the answer before he said it.

"Scary as hell." He replied.

"I'd be worried if it wasn't." I said. I looked down at my hands and saw that they where shaking slightly. My entire life was about to change. It could go better or worse. Right or left. And there was nothing I could do to change it.

"Let's get this over with." I said, heading to the sign in line. We stood in line next to each other. A woman from the city society kept saying next in a monotone voice, like you'd hear in the movies. You could tell she was from the society because of the platinum suit she wore and the tight bun at the back of her head. The line was moving so quickly we barely had time to notice how close we where before the woman grabbed my hand, swiping my index finger across a scanner in the table. A green light flashes and a screen lights up with information on me. Age, gender, parents... My whole life, minus the illegal parts. I covered my tracks well.

"Line up to the left." She instructed me. I followed her instructions and lined up next to my friend Skyler.

"Good luck, okay?" I whispered. She smiled back at me in respons. She didn't talk much in large groups, and with something this nerve-wracking, there was no chance she'd say a word. A few whispers shifted through the air as the last few people forgot into lines, but everyone was thinking too much to talk.

A woman walked onto the stage wearing a tight fitting platinum dress. She was the representative of the society. She would draw our names and axing our professions. Our futures.