[ WP ] Every person in the world undergoes a `` goodness '' test . It 's designed to give a score from 1 to 200 , where 1 is pure evil , and 200 is an angel in human body . Then the world is divided into 200 zones , where people can live among their own kind .

I looked around. The room was empty, save for the two black folding chairs, an old wooden desk, and a black leather swivel chair. 
 
 Behind me, one of the guards pushed me into the room. `` Sit down!'' he snapped. 
 
 I sat down on one of the folding chairs, and leaned back. The guard walked into the room, followed by a man wearing a grey suit, who sat down behind the desk. The guard shut the door, and took up position to the right of the man, holding his rifle on his shoulder. 
 
 `` As you know'' started the man, `` everyone in our society is given a test to determine what kind of person they are. This is to make sure our society is orderly, and civil. But before we can do the test, we like to do a little background check on our subjects.'' 
 
 The man smiled at me, but I just stared at him, looking bored. 
 
 `` We spoke to some of your school teachers, and what they told us was very troubling'' he said, looking at some papers he had taken out of an envelope. `` They described you as mean, vain, manipulative, a liar. Would you agree with that?'' he asked. 
 
 `` No I would not'' I replied, flatly. 
 
 `` Well, that's what they said. Anyway, we've completed the tests, and the results are what we feared.'' 
 
 `` What were they?'' I asked, slightly taken aback. 
 
 `` They're not good. They're some of the lowest we've seen in a long time. In fact, we have n't seen lower for many, many years.'' The man looked at me, almost puzzled, as if I were some spectacle that he had never seen, but did n't want to see at all. `` I want to be honest with you. The test gave a score of 3'' he said, looking very distressed. 
 
 I was not surprised. All my life I was seen as a bad kid. I stole, swore, lied, and cheated. I had an uncanny ability to trick kids into giving me what I wanted, or doing things for me. Perhaps it was because kids in my district were so naive. 
 
 `` What happens now?'' I asked calmly. 
 
 `` We'll,'' he replied, nervously, `` You're going to be sent to district 3.'' 
 
 The next day, I was woken up earlier than normal. Another guard, dressed similar to the one I had seen the other day, entered my bedroom with my parents. I was told to get dressed and pack up my belongings, as I would be leaving for my new home soon. 
 
 My parents seemed very distressed. I did n't particularly care, but deep down I sort of felt bad for them, although I could not understand their pain. If I had been in their position, I would have sent my son on his way. 
 
 I got dressed packed up, and I met the guard outside. I got into his car, a large black van, and we drove to the airport. 
 
 I got out of the van, took my bag, and got onto the plane. 
 
 It was a very small plane, and very old. There were ten seats in the cabin, I was sent to the back row of seats, while two guards went to the front, to get a drink. Once they were out of sight, I scurried up to front, and stood behind a wall, to hear what they were saying. 
 
 `` I ca n't believe there's a three, I've never seen somebody that low'' remarked the first guard, a tall dark haired man. 
 
 `` That kid must be really messed-up. Can you see the way he looks at us? I bet he was planning to kill us. Probably some sort of psychopath'' the second guard replied. He was a lot shorter than his partner, with red hair, and about 30 pounds heavier. One of the guards poked his head around the corner, and saw that my seat was empty. 
 
 `` Christ, the kid's gone'' said the first guard. The pair immediately entered the cabin, and noticed me against the wall. `` Were you spying on us you little rat?'' he shouted, as he pushed me against the wall. 
 
 I pushed him back, and punched the other guard in the stomach. I pulled out the small, ceramic knife I had made, and plunged it into the guard's throat. 
 
 The blood began gushing out, covering me in a sticky red layer of liquid. I pulled the knife out of his throat, and started towards the other guard. The man was back on his feet, and he pointed his rifle at me. Before he could pull the trigger, however, I tackled him. 
 
 I knocked the rifle out of his hand, and kicked it away. I then pinned his arms down, and pushed my knife against his throat. `` I guess I am pretty messed up'' I whispered, as I dug the knife in, and slit his throat. 
 
 ( I've been watching Dexter lately )
