Haven’s POV
We woke the following morning with a new excitement in our step, knowing each of us was under the dreaded red line and had a chance to get through. I checked my laptop the moment I finished my shower and our internet access was still limited, so we still couldn’t email Dad. “How are they going to do the assessment today?” I asked, moving from my room with my water bottle to sit next to Rebecca while I waited for Bobby, Shaun, Trent and Bryson to get back from their morning run.
“I’m not sure because they change it every year according to what Dad had told us. Last year was a random draw, while the year before, it was top order to choose a name from the bottom order,” Rebecca replied as I placed my water bottle on the coffee table with the others before curling my feet under m
