The Worst Thing To Happen In My Life
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By cra cra cute
This "app" known as bluebook seemed innocuous at first. Since I had to take the PSAT test, I was required to download it. I noticed the terrible reviews, but i decided to ignore them and download it. Little did I know the terrible mistake I made. When I opened the app, there was no apparent problem. Sure, the application may have been badly designed, but nothing indicated the sinister secret held behind bluebook's painfully vibrant blue homescreen. The next day, I began my test, suspecting nothing. As I clicked "start exam," the first odd thing happened. My computer was completely locked. All I could do was use bluebook, and nothing else. The only purpose of my computer's existence was now to run bluebook. This made some sense at least; they did need to prevent cheating somehow. Unfortunately, that was only the beginning. Next, they asked for some information. When I say some information though, I mean EVERY. SINGLE. THING. relevant to me. They needed my name, my address, my IP, my phone number, the square footage of my house, the family member that mattered most to me, that person's least favorite food, and hundreds of other oddly specific questions. I became a bit suspicious here, but I felt that I had no other options. I was standing in a classroom with a proctor staring over me. If I closed my computer, I would be kicked out. Looking back, I understand my foolishness here. Unfortunately, I continued on. I started the reading section of the PSAT, but as I was doing problems, I began to notice something. My computer's fan was going off. As I listened, the fan only grew stronger and stronger. Soon, the noise coming from my computer was akin to that of a jet engine, and it started vibrating unstably. Suddenly I realized something; my computer was literally going to explode. I tried to dive under the desk, but it was too late. The computer shattered, blasting glass out in all directions. A piece of debris hit me in the back of the head, and I remembered nothing more. When I woke up from my coma, I was in a room, and the room was definitely not a hospital. There was nothing in the room. Just walls, a floor, and a roof. Even weirder, everything was colored an oddly familiar vibrant shade of blue. Once I stood up, I felt as if I was floating in a void. I couldn't tell up from down, or left from right. When I took a step, I felt as if I was walking on the sky and that my next step would send me spiraling down through the floor forever. I stood, confused in this room for what could have been minutes, hours, or even days, until a man seemingly materialized next to me. He was wearing a suit (a blue one of course), and was holding a laptop. He opened the laptop, and rotated it so that I could see it. What I saw was the final piece of the puzzle. On the screen, an old enemy was rearing its ugly head; bluebook. I understood then, that everything was planned from the beginning. The requirement to download bluebook was a ploy. The college board knew that my computer would explode. They did it on purpose to subdue me and bring me to this cursed place. Anyways, the man shoved the computer into my lap, and gruffly commanded "take the test." With seemingly no other option, I did. I answered question after mind-numbing question as fast as I could. I kept answering for hours, yet the test did not seem to end. As the test went on, I felt my memory fade away. In its place, I felt only one purpose. Taking the test. Days passed by, and all I did was answer questions in a trance. Each question dissolved more and more of my individuality, until nearly nothing was left. Luckily, nearly nothing is not nothing. Some piece of me at my very core remained unbroken under the brainwashing strain of the test. That little piece of me rebelled. It refused to become a slave to the college board, mindlessly marching on through an endless test. This is how the war within my mind began. For a time, the entrancing power of the test battled with my last bit of consciousness for control over my mind. Eventually, at the cost of nearly bringing me to insanity, my consciousness won. As I broke the trance of the test, I chose to throw the laptop against the wall. The laptop shattered on impact, but it left a crack behind in the wall. From this, I realized that the walls that kept me under the control of the college board were not nearly as strong as they seemed; I was imprisoned in a house of cards. I began to bang against the wall, until it caved in. As the wall fell apart, I saw my first glimpse of the outside world in who knows how long. It was beautiful, yet I couldn't see it too well due to the eye damage caused by living in the blue room. I made a mad dash away from the complex in which I was imprisoned, and ended up lost in the forest. I spent days lost there, nearly starving to death, before I found a village. I am now writing at that village, hiding from the college board goons who are surely hunting me down at this very moment. If you don't hear from me again, you know what happened.
