Having heard Klaras story left me sleepless the entire night before. Today was the big day, at 9am I had to report to the medical facilities. My mum agreed to drive me there, I was following all the instructions closely. I spent about an hour in front of my closet before finally picking black underwear that didn't look too sexy but not like my grandmas either. I showered in the morning, making sure to shave every inch of my body and pay special attention to hygiene. I wasn't allowed to eat anyways but no way I could have stomached anything.

"I will pick you up later dear. You will be just fine. Call when you are done" My mum dropped me off right in front. It was already a scary looking building. Huge and all white with tiny black tinted windows preventing you from looking in. Plenty of other girls and boys my age would have the same faith as me today.

I followed the bright arrows for 21 year old tests leading me to a reception desk. I gave them my id and they took some of my basic information down. My voice was shaking with nerves. The waiting room was full of scared people. Quickly my number was called and I was measured and weighed. Then the moment of truth came. The wheel. The part that would decide how bareable any of this would be today. I hoped I wouldn't get the same number 19 that Klara had.

"number 32. Spin the wheel". That was me .

I slowly turned the wheel. It landed on a green field with a 23 number.