Graduation Day (16 page)

“I don't understand. If people have heard from their family members who have been assigned to colony jobs, then maybe the students really were sent there.” I want that to be true.

Raffe shakes his head. “You asked why I insisted on helping you. It's because I learned that those letters aren't real. That nothing I grew up believing is as it seemed.” He reaches out and touches the girl's portrait. “My sister Emilie created most of these paintings, including this one. I asked her to make a portrait of herself for me to have after her application to take the University entrance exam was approved.”

He runs a finger over her long hair and lets his arm drop to his side. “Emilie never wanted to go to the University. She wanted to be an artist and work with one of the revitalization teams to make the city beautiful. But my father insisted she apply. The only way he would allow my mother to get Emilie art supplies was if her grades were the top in her class and she submitted an application. Emilie was smart, but she struggled with her homework, especially science. So I helped. When I didn't understand something, I asked my teachers. Then Emilie and I would figure it out together.”

“She got accepted to take the entrance exam.”

“She did.” The words are filled with regret and pain. Raffe shoves his hands into his pockets and turns to face me. “My father was thrilled, and all the extra studying had me so far ahead that I was guaranteed a spot in my University class. Before Emilie began attending prep classes for the Early Studies exam, Dr. Barnes himself came to our house to inform me and my father that my teachers had recommended I apply to the University and take the Early Studies entrance exam a year early. I was ready to go, but Dr. Barnes believed I would do better if I had the extra year to develop my other talents. I was so proud knowing I was going to be able to attend the University like I'd always dreamed. Never once did I consider what could happen if I didn't pass the entrance exams and get assigned to a field of study. It's probably not surprising that I was too excited to sleep when I went to bed that night. So I went downstairs to get a drink and heard my father's voice. Dr. Barnes and he were talking about some possible changes to the current education program in the city that would better prepare future University students so that a higher percentage would pass the Early Studies entrance exam.”

Raffe gives me a bitter smile. “Had I gone upstairs at that moment, I wouldn't be talking to you now. I'd be pissed you're so damn smart, and I'd be studying day and night to make sure my grades were better than yours.”

“I would've liked to see you try,” I say with a grin. The passionate way he talks reminds me of my brothers. Proud. Stubborn and strong in their convictions. Not always the easiest to work with, but people who would die before betraying what they believe. That thought comforts even as the strain in Raffe's voice makes me ache with sympathy and dread.

“When this is over, I promise to give you a run for your money.” He walks over and sits back down in the chair across from me. The humor in his eyes fades as he says, “Things would have been easier had I gone back to my room, but I liked how important I felt listening to that kind of conversation. I was so busy imagining how it would feel when I was able to make decisions that changed the course of people's lives that I almost missed what Dr. Barnes said next. He asked my father if he was sure he was willing to risk Emilie sitting for the entrance exams. If not, Dr. Barnes would allow her to back out of her acceptance. He assured my father that the list of accepted students had not yet been made public. Emilie could be removed without anyone being the wiser.”

“I'm surprised Dr. Barnes offered to let your sister step away from her application acceptance,” I say. “It's considered treason for a colony candidate to refuse to appear for The Testing.”

Raffe shrugs. “Dr. Barnes and my father have worked together for years. My father considers Dr. Barnes one of his closest friends. So I wasn't as surprised as I might have been, especially since I understood the concern. Emilie's smart, but she takes a long time to think through answers. She doesn't perform well on timed exams. Especially when they are math- or science-based. Her teachers mentioned that issue in her evaluations, which is why Dr. Barnes presented my father with an opportunity to withdraw her name. I assumed Dr. Barnes wanted to give my father the option of having his daughter remain in Tosu City, because failure on the exams would ordinarily mean a job assignment in the colonies. But when my father refused the offer, Dr. Barnes said something that made me wonder if there wasn't something more.”

“What did he say?”

“That once the list was public there would be no going back. If Emilie failed her exam, she would face the same consequences as the others and become a resource for the Commonwealth. No exceptions could be made, not even for the daughter of a good friend.” Raffe's gaze drifts to the portrait. “My father said he didn't care. If Emilie wasn't strong enough to take her place at the University, then her Redirection would mean she'd still make a valuable contribution to her country. Nothing else mattered.”

Redirection. “Maybe your father just meant that your sister would have a purpose in one of the colonies.”

“You didn't hear the tones of their voices, Cia.” Raffe closes his eyes as if hearing it all again. “Whatever Dr. Barnes was talking about had nothing to do with a remote colony job. If it had, he would never have asked my father to withdraw Emilie's name. That night I lay in bed, thinking about the words Dr. Barnes had used. He said Emilie would become a resource. Something to be used. Since my father refused to change his mind, I did all I could to help Emilie pass the exam. I made her study late into the night and practice taking timed tests. But no matter how hard we studied, it wasn't enough. I should have told her what I'd heard and made her run, but I didn't. I thought my help was all she needed. She didn't pass.” Tears color his words and pull at my heart. “When my father told me the news, he said she had been assigned to a job in Five Lakes Colony.”

“Five Lakes?”

“I know.” His eyes meet mine. “There's no one named Emilie Jeffries working with first- and second-year students at the school in Five Lakes Colony.”

“No.”

Raffe rises and walks the length of the room. “For the last two years, I've been looking for her and the other students who didn't pass the entrance exams. That's how I found the street you saw today. The people who stay there want to live separately from the government, but are too afraid of what lies in the unrevitalized parts of the country to travel outside the Tosu boundaries. A few were students who fled before the entrance exam results were posted—certain they had failed. The others—they all have their reasons for not wanting to be a part of what the United Commonwealth stands for. I had hoped someone there would know where Emilie was. Instead one person told me he once heard that students who failed were taken to an unrevitalized area to the east. He didn't know why. I didn't want to believe him, but part of me has always wondered if it's true. My father's position in the government has made it easy for me to meet officials who've traveled to the colonies and to ask questions, and I've learned that not a single person I've inquired about has ever been seen in the colony they'd supposedly been Redirected to. They've just disappeared. Since Tosu officials aren't in frequent contact with Five Lakes Colony, I couldn't verify whether Emilie was there. When I heard about you and Tomas, I asked people what you'd told them about your colony. I learned that until the official arrived to escort you to The Testing, no one from Tosu had come to Five Lakes for years. Emilie never set foot in Five Lakes Colony. I don't know where she was sent, but I intend to find her. She deserves that much. They all do.”

I think of Will's twin brother and all the other students who did not pass the first round of Testing. After The Testing was over, those of us who were accepted into the University were told that the unsuccessful candidates were directed to jobs in colonies other than the ones where they were raised. When questioned, Dr. Barnes said sending them to new locations allowed them to take their places in society as adults instead of as children who would have to convince those around them to see them as full grown and capable of meaningful contributions. The explanation was logical, but after I listened to the recording on the Transit Communicator, I knew it was false. At first, I thought all the unsuccessful early-round candidates had suffered the same fate as those who failed during the fourth exam—death. But hearing Raffe's story confirms the theory I've recently considered and just today heard Stacia echo. Those who are tested for the University are the best and the brightest. Killing all those who do not succeed in their candidacy is wasteful. And Dr. Barnes is not one to waste resources. Not when they can be used. The question is, for what and where?

Still, while I want those answers and understand his anger, I cannot believe Raffe would really want to see his father killed. But when I ask him about it, his answer is immediate. “My father has chosen his side. Now I'm choosing mine.”

I study the anguish and resolve on his face. I have seen the same expression in my reflector. It is the look of a person who has come to a crossroads and chosen the more difficult path.

The sound of people in the hall tells me it is time for dinner. After the meal, I will have to find a way to test the last two potential members of our team. Perhaps Raffe can help with that and with planning the next stage. He seems to have already helped by possibly limiting the number of people we need to target. But to be certain, I need to learn more, which is why I ask Raffe if he'd be willing to meet later tonight to compare his thoughts to the information I received when I got the list.

“We can meet after dinner and go for a walk,” he says with a smile. “After our disappearance into Tosu this weekend, everyone already assumes I have a crush on you. This will seal the deal.”

“They don't know you very well, do they?” I ask.

Raffe's smile fades. “Not many people do.”

A reminder that despite his having passed this test, neither do I.

Shaking off my concern, I return the list to my bag and slide the strap onto my shoulder. “I'll see you at dinner.”

“Wait,” Raffe says as I head for the door. He disappears again into his bedroom. When he returns he hands me the pulse radio test I designed. “You forgot this. I didn't listen to the message.”

“I know.” I take the device and carefully set it in my bag.

Raffe folds his arms over his chest and leans against the wall. “What would have happened if I had turned those switches?”

My heart skips a beat. “You knew it was a test?”

“Not right away. But after thinking about it, I realized I would only leave something that important with someone for one of two reasons. If I had no choice or if I wanted to see what they would do with the information. Once I decided this was your way of having me prove my trustworthiness, it was harder to ignore it sitting on my desk. I wanted to know what you'd designed it to do. Was it going to give me false information?”

“No.” I shift my feet. “It was going to explode.”

There is silence as Raffe gapes at me. I wait for anger. Instead, Raffe lets out a bark of laughter. “I'm glad I'm such a trustworthy guy. That would have really sucked.”

“You're not mad?” I remember how I felt when I realized my life was on the line because of Dr. Barnes's tests.

“You did what was necessary. And now I'm especially glad I spent the afternoon doing this instead of tinkering with your toy.” Raffe grabs something off a small table near the far side of the couch and hands it to me. “Here.”

I take the six-inch-square piece of paper. Painted on it is a purple circle against a red backdrop. In the center of the circle, forming an X, are two yellow lightning bolts outlined in white.

“What is this?” I ask.

“Symbols are important, especially to those embarking on change. The revolutionaries who formed the United States had their stars and stripes. The European uprising against their coalition used a closed fist. I decided to create a different version of your symbol for ours.” He nods at the band that circles my wrist. “In mythology, lightning represents either the loss of ignorance or punishment for those who overstep their bounds. I used two bolts since we intend to do both.”

The lightning bolts look powerful against the colors of our country. Up until now, I'd looked at the symbol Testing officials gave me as an acknowledgment of my mechanical abilities. I thought it represented the ability to create solar cells and light sources. But this . . .

“It's perfect.”

The loss of ignorance. The punishment of those who created The Testing. Maybe the punishment of those of us who fight against it. Despite that possibility, there are now four of us, five if Zeen is still alive and well, who will see this through to the end.

M
Y INJURED LEG
is starting to throb when I go upstairs to my room to drop off the books I don't need. I open the door carefully and see the tiny slip of paper that I had slid in between the door and the frame flutter to the ground. Not the most sophisticated of warning systems, but it was effective. As far as I can tell, no one has been inside since I was last here.

Closing the door behind me, I put my bag on the table. Gently, I remove the metal box containing the black powder and place it in my top desk drawer. When I have time, I will dismantle the device so there is no chance of it exploding accidentally. While I am here, I place a new change of clothes in my bag, put more healing ointment on my leg, and check my gun. Only one bullet left and I do not have any others. A problem I can remedy with a trip to the president's fifth-floor room. I will have to find a way to make that journey before my team is forced into action.