TITLE: I am the Window
GENRE: YA Dystopian
The crowd in the banquet hall looks like the oil spills I’ve only seen in pictures. Black satin, black suits, black jewelry. Black: the color of the Consilium. It is solid, it is steady, it is unifying. I look around at all the others with me. We are the future. We are all seventeen, and in under an hour my life, our lives, are going to change. We are going to receive It.
It is not an object. It is not a word. It is that one thing that we will seek to fulfill our entire lives. It defines us, drives us, is the one steadfast thing when everything else may be raining from the sky—our life's goal. I glance down at the empty skin of my shoulder, the neckline of the gown baring the canvas that will soon be painted; each person with different colors around the room.
I feel my heart beating in my throat, and my stomach drops in a familiar free fall. I look at my friends, and wonder what their Vitas will be. We all have some kind of idea—the aptitude tests last week told us our three most likely Marks—except me. I pinch the black satin between my fingers to keep from running my fingers over my empty collarbone for the hundredth time. I have no idea what the Consilium will choose for me. After my aptitude test, the technician had gone pale. When I had asked her what was wrong, she had shaken her head.