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"Your name?" "Amber Clare." "Your gender?" "Female." "Your nationality?" "American." "Parents nationality?" "German father, American mother." "Siblings?" "None. I am a single child." "Your age?" "Twenty?" The cold eyes of the gray coated man rest on my face, his pen hesitating on the paper. I shrink under that gaze, fearing it for some reason and yet . . . I still want to pass this test. This simple little test and I don't know why it's so important. In fact, now that I think about it, I don't even know where I am . . . who was this man again? He taps the pen on his tablet, sighs, and scribbles something down before continuing. "

"Move!" Aiti shouted down from Appa's saddle. "I'm gonna jump!" "No your not!" Sesi shouted back. "Just slide down like everyone else!" "Yes I am!" Sesi sighed and stuck her hands on her hips. Her baby sister could be so stubborn at times – it was ridiculous. With dad taking things into their rooms and mom taking care of her other younger sister, she was left dealing with her mischievous little brother and her dare-devil of a sister. "Come on, Aiti! I don't want – " "Move!" Aiti yelled again. "No! Everyone else came down normally." "Not-uh! Kyra threw up and then fell off . . ." Sesi sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose

"Your name?" "Amber Clare." "Your gender?" "Female." "Your nationality?" "American." "Parents nationality?" "German father, American mother." "Siblings?" "None. I am a single child." "Your age?" "Twenty?" The cold eyes of the gray coated man rest on my face, his pen hesitating on the paper. I shrink under that gaze, fearing it for some reason and yet . . . I still want to pass this test. This simple little test and I don't know why it's so important. In fact, now that I think about it, I don't even know where I am . . . who was this man again? He taps the pen on his tablet, sighs, and scribbles something down before continuing. "

"Your name?" "Amber Clare." "Your gender?" "Female." "Your nationality?" "American." "Parents nationality?" "German father, American mother." "Siblings?" "None. I am a single child." "Your age?" "Twenty?" The cold eyes of the gray coated man rest on my face, his pen hesitating on the paper. I shrink under that gaze, fearing it for some reason and yet . . . I still want to pass this test. This simple little test and I don't know why it's so important. In fact, now that I think about it, I don't even know where I am . . . who was this man again? He taps the pen on his tablet, sighs, and scribbles something down before continuing. "