Michael was forced to wait as countless teens were called up before him, his worry growing with each and every passing moment. By now, his doubts had wormed there way into his heart, pushing him even closer to the edge.
He had also noticed that many of those who Michael thought would pass, were sent into the right-most door instead. This only bred uncertainty in the grand hall, leading to a tension that one could cut with a knife.
But perhaps no one felt as tense as Michael.
"You there, what is your name?" A high pitched voice called, causing him to flinch.
Michael looked around, trying to see who the examiner was talking to. But from a quick glance, he realized that there was no other youth in the vicinity.
Eh!? I'm the last one left?
He had been so caught up in his own crisis that he didn't even realize he was the last person who had yet to be tested.
"Michael Ellis, sir." He spoke up, his throat dry.
