《Hannah Forteza and her Forte Persona》Chapter Two
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INTRODUCING THE XYRALE HIGH SCHOOL, a fifteen-acre land property situated in Pulupandan, Negros Occidental. Among others, it was one of the finest school in the Philippines.
To get inside was not an easy task done with the aid of backer: hereintoday referred was someone your circles knew and you could ask a favor to. Meant an opportunity to everyone. That's some quite social justice for somebody had less in life. But also, with this, people from all walks of life had been foreseen to enroll in this school.
To date every morning of the second week of February the school conducted its admission test that ran from Monday through Friday. With every after of the exam, those who had passed were announced. Then followed immediately by an interview in the afternoon through evening.
The first Head Teacher of the Xyrale High School developed a different kind of admission test that an aspiring Grade Seven student of this institution would wish to take.
The test defined everything about luck. If you're smart, then you were lucky. If you're talented, then it was the school's luck that you decided to enroll to them. If you had both, the school and you were both lucky. But if you had money, the school didn't care about it. The world had it already and there's a lot of it. In fact, sometimes, it was the one that had a jinx. What was needed more than anything, was faith in order for the luck to arrive.
Although it was called a test, it didn't measure how faithful or intelligent a person was, and rather, a deck of cards would serve as either your passport to enroll in here or a notice that you would be forever banned by the Xyrale Community.
A deck had fifty-four cards, thirteen for each symbol of Spade, Club, Heart, and Diamond, with two were Jokers. Aside from the school requirements upon the exam started which were mostly papers with effects and exam fee, they required every test taker to bring together with them a newly bought one set of a deck.
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If you lost it while on your trip to the exam venue it was your bad. If you had arrived late and the exam was already starting it was another bad. Everything happened every day were either two things. If you're able to identify it, you could call it as either a bad kind of luck or a good kind of one.
The exam started at exactly eight of the clock. Everyone must be in the line before the cut-off time came or else you wouldn't be able to make it in the cut. Better luck next day if there was the next day. What about Friday? Better luck next year.
The test instructions were as simple as eating a piece of cake. A destined proctor was waiting for you at a chair adjacent to him/her. A table distant from each other. You would hand your untouched set of cards, he/she would eliminate the two jokers. What remained to be, were fifty-two cards that would be instantly shuffled.
Of course, you had to pay close attention if you knew the trick. If not, be faithful in order for the luck to arrive. After the deck was shuffled, the proctor would hand back to you the card.
"Sit still. Think clear. Pick one out of fifty-two. If you have already chosen one, face it up."
Now you already knew what card it was that you picked up; and so as the Proctor. Time was running. The test had begun.
The proctor would explain to you the two possibilities: "You will either pick up the same card or not. That's 1.92 percent by chance. And if that one happens, by default, you will be placed in Grade Seven class 'Star Section'."
After the proctor had said those, they would confiscate the card. Placed it back on the deck. They would shuffle it again.
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"The remaining 98.08 percent of the possibility, means you didn't pick the only-one-right card. Of course, it happens most of the times, your luck is not as precise and accurate as what the game dart requires its players to be."
By picking a card for the second time, your fate would be soon to unfold. Supposed you had landed on the majority of the chances, which was unable to get the only right card, should you be banned forever of Xyrale High?
"Young kid, you should chin up. Be cheerful and optimist. Because you made it at the exam venue safe and sound, the gratitude of the Xyrale Community will extend to you. The card you have picked will determine where you will be placed on the Grade 7. It was somewhere or between Section 1 up to Section 13."
With the reference of your current card; the card you drew at the second time, by how identical was it from the first card you had picked? Was it red or black? Was it Spade, Club, Heart, or Diamond? Was it 0, ±1, ±2, ±3, ±4, ±5, ±6, ±7, ±8, ±9, ±10, ±11, ±12 to your first card?
Although the chances to have the test passed was bigger than being not, the 53.85% possibility was the only hope that an aspiring 'Xyralian' should be faithful for.
This year the class would start on June 7. With a bang!
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