He quickly shucked off his gray jumpsuit, hung it up in his 
closet along with the other orange-stripped academy issued garments, 
and climbed into his bed.
	Lying on his back, he allowed his thoughts to wander as he 
often did. The previous night he found himself, much to his surprise, 
dwelling on a certain pair of light brown eyes and dirty blonde hair. 
When he had first seen Laren, from his hiding place behind the trees 
near the front entrance of the academy, he thought she was kind of 
cute, but not his type.
	Over the last couple of days he found himself noticing the 
way she shook her head when she was confused. Even earlier tonight 
when he, Hadrian, and Ashlyn tried to explain the truth about the 
school to Laren, he could not help but notice the few freckles on her 
cheeks, and the slight dimple on the right side of her face just 
below her lips when he should have been trying to help his friends 
with their arguments. Even when she threw them out of the room, he 
could not help but admire her courage even though he knew she was 
frightened to death. He wished he could somehow comfort her and be 
there for her when she realizes the truth about the academy.
	After tonight, Laren was not likely to allow any of them to 
speak to her. Ridley wondered if she would speak to Ashley. Right 
now, Ashley was the one who needed comforting.
	No one knew what test fifty-two was. Only that one person had 
survived the test and he was killed shortly after. It was given in a 
section of the academy that none of the students, even Hadrian with 
his three blue stripes is allowed in.
	There are many speculations and rumors among the students 
about what test number fifty-two was and why it required a whole wing 
in the academy that none of the students -- even Hadrian with his 
three blue stripes -- are allowed in.
Tomorrow one of his friend was about to enter that wing and chances 
are she will only come back out in a body bag. He could not allow 
that to happen.
Ridley jumped out of his bed and quickly pulled on his pants and 
t-shirt. He willed himself invisible, pushed himself through the 
wall, and headed down the corridor toward the forbidden wing.