laptop and start this personality test. How about soup and a sandwich for dinner first?” said Maggie as she walked into the kitchen. First things first after all.
CHAPTER 7
After eating a quick dinner and grading her students’ papers, Maggie settled into the comfortable sofa with her laptop. She typed in the web address, then her name and the password Claire had given her. Maggie read through the simple instructions and the description of how the test worked.
“This test will ask many questions, some quite personal, to help Intergalactic Matchmaking Services evaluate you in five key areas. These are: Openness, Adventurousness, Extraversion, Likability, and Conscientiousness. Please answer each question as quickly as possible. Questions will be asked in a random order. This test can take up to 30 minutes to complete.”
“Sounds simple enough,” said Maggie as she stroked Mamzell’s soft tan fur.
“ Mrawr ,” purred Mamzell.
“I agree, Mamzell, may as well get started.”
Maggie quickly pressed the Begin button and answered the questions as quickly as she could. She assumed over-thinking the answers would affect the results, so she tried to answer each question with her first inclination. The answer choices were usually Strongly Agree, Agree, Do Not Agree or Disagree, Disagree, and finally Strongly Disagree . Sometimes there were Yes/No questions, though, just to spice up the variety.
“ Do you like art museums? Are you currently in a relationship? Do you exercise daily? Do you ever over indulge? How many sexual partners have you had? Do you like children? Would you say you judge people on their looks? Was your last romantic relationship more than two years ago? Do you consider scars unattractive? Do you have tattoos? Are you opposed to tattoos?”
“Sheesh, Mamzell, these questions are all over the place!” said Maggie. It was hard to imagine how the computer would put all of these answers together and come up with a complete picture.
“Do you panic easily? Do you have a criminal record? Do you consider yourself neat? Do you have any communicable diseases? Do you have any phobias?”
After 200 questions, Maggie was finished with the Personality Test and hit the Complete button on the screen. “Thank you for taking the Intergalactic Matchmaking Service’s Personality Test. A Matchmaker will contact you soon with the results.”
Maggie rose from the couch to put away her laptop. As she turned from placing it on her desk in the corner of the living room, she parted the curtains looking out over the block. Looking to her right, she could see the three Snake gang members still watching her apartment. One turned to look at her windows before she could drop the curtains back into place. He seemed to stare straight into her scared green eyes. So the vigil continues, she thought.
“Come on Mamzell. I hear the pillow calling us. Let’s turn in for the night.”
“ Mrawr ,” agreed the petite cat, following her closely to the bedroom.
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Maggie woke early the next morning; she even woke before the alarm clock could jar her awake. After preparing for another day of school kids, she collected her things for the trip to her truck. She fervently hoped she didn’t see any gang members this morning. The constant worrying was bound to give her an ulcer, she figured. Unfortunately, as she was leaving the alley behind her apartment, she saw two Snake gang members standing in the path of her vehicle. She applied the brakes and quickly engaged the door locks.
The taller of the youths looked to be of Hispanic origins, while his shorter, younger looking companion was so pale he seemed to glow in the early morning light. Each had a yellow bandana wrapped around their neck. They continued to stand in front of her truck until the older one lifted his hand and made the sign for a gun. He was the same gang member that had made this sign to her through her living room window on Monday. After