[ WP ] An excerpt from the most cliché young adult novel

I felt plain, like a bagel. Today was supposed to change that. 
 
 Because today I faced The Test: that mysterious process that sorted people into their proper personality types. It was a simple process. A man asked you what you wanted out of life, and you told him. Then he told you which personality you belonged to. 
 
 I used to ask MoMa why we did n't use the Myers-Briggs personality test, but she would just slap me and tell me to hush. Once I told PaPa it would be cool if the guy was actually a magical hat of some kind that could sort people, but he ranted and raved about `` Right Copy Fringe.'' 
 
 He used to be a Law-Looker, before The Awakening. I think all the work had messed with his head. 
 
 Still, it was nice to think that maybe there was something I could believe in -- something that would tell me who I was. 
 
 The hairs on my arms stood up, dancing like lilies in a field. 
 
 `` Are you nervous?'' my little sister asked. She sat next to me. 
 
 `` Yeah, Lillie,'' I told my little sister. `` I'm nervous.'' 
 
 `` Please stand clear of the doors,'' a mechanical voice declared. `` Por favor mantenganse alejado de las puertas.'' 
 
 She and I sat on a seat in the Mono Rail, ready to be transported towards the test. 
 
 `` Are you nervous?'' I asked her. 
 
 `` Yeah,'' she said, in a hushed tone. `` I'm nervous.'' 
 
 She was eleven years old, which meant she should n't have to take The Test. But she was also really smart. I wish I'd been as smart as her. As interesting, or perhaps as innocent. 
 
 `` Please stand clear of the doors,'' the mechanical voice repeated. `` Por favor mantenganse alejado de las puertas.'' 
 
 A few more people made their way into the Mono-Rail. The doors closed, and the train sped off. 
 
 My sister and I did n't say much. We did n't have much to say. 
 
 Instead I sat there, craning my neck to catch the occasional glance at Dirk. He sat about ten feet to my right, completely oblivious of my attempts to stare at him. 
 
 `` To those guests who've just joined us,'' the mechanical voice from above bellowed, `` welcome. Our next stop is The Magic Kingdom!'' 
 
 Dirk was super-dumb, which I found super sexy. He ate a banana, and for a second I wondered if he was gay, but then I was like, no. He ca n't be gay. Because I want to be with him. 
 
 Then there was another guy sitting in the seat across from me. His name was Elton, and he was a real book nerd: pale, white, bookish, nerdish. He did n't notice me, of course. But I noticed him. He was cute, like easily breakable twigs. 
 
 In that moment, I figured out what I was going to tell The Test Giver. When he asked me what I wanted, I'd tell him that I wanted a man -- someone who could define my identity for me. 
 
 After all, I was plain as a bagel, and a man would be everything I wanted. 
 
 Together, a man and I could be an everything bagel. And who does n't love everything bagels? 
 
 I sighed, brushing my boring brown hair out of my face. 
 
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 If you guys like this, let me know! I might make it into a series.
