The Importance Of Fair Testing

Everyone thought that I was dead. Up until the day everything changed, they all thought I was dead. I would have been living in my house with my parents and sister all that time if it wasn’t for that ignorant test. That despicable annual test. The government created a test almost 100 years ago that everyone from kindergarten to twelfth grade has to take in order to stay alive. The US Government felt that it was necessary to eliminate the “stupid people” to put our country on top for all academic categories. If you fail, you are killed off. I failed, but I am still here.

I failed in my senior year, even though I was so close to being done with these tests. When I heard my name, Robyn Marshall, called by my sobbing teacher, I was utterly shocked because I have walked out in the highest percentile each year. But, instead of being killed off, I escaped and now have been living

all the students had gone into the school to take the test. Then, at nine-thirty the test started. Each year, it takes exactly two hours to complete the test and afterwards it takes ten minutes to get all the results back. This had given me enough time to shut the test down.

I stared into a small puddle on the side of a busy Los Angeles street. I saw a person that was supposed to be me, but I didn’t look like myself. My dark brown hair has grown out, my eyes that were once bright blue were dull, almost gray. The muscles in my arms and chest weren’t as defined as they once were.

Getting into the building was the east part because I faked being a student. They did not check for identification from the students before they let them in. When I had made my way down the monotonous halls, memories had come back to me from the dreadful day of my failure. The government security guards were spread throughout the halls, dressed in all black with nothing but their hands that held guns visible. The dull hallways had cleared out instantly and I located the control room for the