“Good morning, Cocoa!”

 

After last night’s affair, Cocoa and I are back on good terms. I greet her as cheerily as I can while rummaging through my clothes. Today is the new job finder test, and I want to look pretty good.

 

“She does need to clean up, doesn’t she, Tipsy?” giggles Cocoa as I fling things to and fro.

 

“Found it!”

 

Picking up what appears to be a one piece dark red and light blue outfit, with the push of a button on the side, it splits into two pieces, a dark red sleeveless shirt and a light blue skirt. Perfect for formal and informal wear.

 

“Is there anything you don’t think of, Random?”

 

“I try to come up with something for every occasion,” I smirk. “Tipsy, can you get some eggs and bacon ready?” I quickly add, “Please?” at the end. Like lightning, she scampers off to the kitchen.

 

“Cocoa, catch!”

 

I toss Cocoa an outfit similar to mine, but different clothing style. It’s a brown, sleeveless midriff with a dark blue skirt. I’d figure she’d like it do to it being her favorite color, brown.

 

“Thanks. Are you as nervous as me about the test?” Cocoa asks worriedly.

 

“It’s just to guide us to classes that’ll help us, right? It’s not like it’s 50% of a grade or anything,” I explain once I pull my shirt over my head. “Anyway, I think it’ll be fun. It’ll most likely peg you as a hot chocolate shop owner and me as some inventor with multiple purposes.”

 

“I hope you’re right.”

 

While we get ready in my room, Tipsy is busily getting some eggs and bacon ready in the kitchen.

 

“Ms. Dadalian and Ms. Vanswell should enjoy their breakfast. She’d be lost without me and Ms. Vanswell. Honestly, it was me she made in the first place for a companion. I do worry about her nightmares though, I don’t want them driving Ms. Vanswell away and leaving her alone again.”

 

The smell from the kitchen drifted to my room soon after it was finished, and both Cocoa and my stomachs growled.

 

“Guess we’re both hungry, huh?” I ask Cocoa.

 

She nods and we both head out the sliding door to the kitchen, grabbing our backpacks along the way.

 

When we reach the kitchen, we both see Tipsy sitting idly on the table.

 

“Thanks, Tipsy,” I tell her as we take our seats.

 

 Like any meal, it’s not unusual to see it spiced up. The bacon was chopped up and mixed with the eggs, with salsa on top and toast on the side. Our drinks were chocolate milk. Luckily, Cocoa and I had the same taste in food and drinks, for the most part. There were minor differences, like how I like vanilla cake and she, of course, likes chocolate.

 

Once we finish eating, we let my machines do the work and head to the living room.

 

“Anything new and interesting on the TV today, Tipsy?” I ask before sitting down.

 

“Nothing at all that I can find, Ms. Dadalian. It’s supposed to be sunny today, and there’s some commotion about a shooting star last night, but that’s it.”

 

“A shooting star? We rarely see those around here,” Cocoa speaks up.

 

“Yes, it past by around 4 am last night,” Tipsy responds.

 

We pass time with small conversation about a shooting star passed by here the night I first arrived and how right after I made Tipsy.

 

“It’s getting late, we should go,” I tell Cocoa as I grab my backpack.

 

“Have a good day Ms. Dadalian and Ms. Vanswell.”

 

“You too, Tipsy,” we both call back before closing the door.

 

The walk to school today is rather quiet compared to when I usually go. Everyone seems to be keeping to themselves and whispers seem to be flooding the streets. It’s like something had happened over. Could it have been the shooting star?

 

“Not as lively today as usual, right Random?”

 

I get lost in my thoughts as Cocoa waits for an answer. Seconds later I’m brought back and say, “Yeah”.

 

When we arrive, everyone is already shuffled to their respective rooms, waiting to take the test. We run into the principal in the hallway, who asks us why we’re not seated yet.

 

“Because there are 10 minutes till class starts and we just got here,” I answer him.

 

“Well, very well then. But please get to class; I’m trying to have this go smoothly.” He says as he walks off to continue patrolling the halls.

 

“Well isn’t he trying to impress someone,” Cocoa whispers as we walk to class.

 

As we walk through the door we’re greeted my Mrs. Natsume, who seems to be in a more than cheery mood.

 

“Welcome Miss Random and Miss Vanswell, please take a seat as we’re about to begin.”

 

We both shuffle through the classroom and reach our seats.

 

One thing that catches my attention is that there are laptops at each desk. This can only mean the test is to be taken on the computer. It’s still five minutes till we begin, and Mrs. Natsume doesn’t waste time in explaining.

 

“The test you will be taking today is a simple multiple choice consisting of 100 questions. Each one is to help us guide the computer in deciding the best classes for you to be taking along with your normal classes. This is untimed to give you all the time you need in carefully answering each question. We urge you to answer each one honestly. Each one uses different questions and is in a randomized order, but the ultimate results are the same. Please begin.”

 

After a long introduction, we’re able to begin our test.

 

The test is taken on an online poll broken into 100 questions. The questions are structured in an order ranging from, “what is your favorite subject?” to “do you like children?” I guess it’s trying to limit us to certain fields.

For the most part I’m able to easily pick most of the questions. “Are you creative? Yes,” I mumble to myself. Looking around the classroom, I see others thinking or struggling on certain questions. Even Cocoa has her fair share of random pauses and stops. The questions start to go more in-depth as I go further in, asking things such as, “do you plan to go to college after graduation?” and “Which of these do you consider your top goal?”

 

I lazily click answers left and right as I skim through the questions, knowing exactly what I want. Others continue to fall behind. 3 hours pass before I reach the last few questions, casually clicking an answer for each one.

When I reach the “submit” button, it begins to send my results to the master computer in our school, which will then send our results back to us within 10 minutes. Ms. Natsume turns toward me from her desk and then continues to read her book. I can tell she knew I was finished. After a half hour, everyone else slowly starts to finish submitting their answers.

 

“That wasn’t easy,” Cocoa whispers to me.

 

I shrug; it felt easy and more tedious then it needed to be.

 

“If you are finished, you may take your results and leave. They will be automatically printed out. The order is dependent upon who has the easiest given results.”

 

Knowing this, each student, including me, hovers around the printer, waiting for our results to be given out. Slowly it prints each student’s results, listing classes to take and what their possible job or jobs are.

The room slowly begins to shrink or students as results come out one after another, along with Cocoa’s results.

 

“A Cocoa shop!” she exclaims happily. I honestly could see her with nothing less. I then finally receive my results, after it’s just Cocoa, Ms. Natsume and I.

“What did you get, Random?” Cocoa asks me over my shoulder.

 

“I, I don’t know…” I didn’t know what to say. I just stood there, staring blanking at the page, left speechless at the results.