The bell rang sharply, signaling the start of English class. Mia settled into her seat, clutching her notebook. Across the room, Liam smirked confidently, flipping his pages with an easy grace that seemed almost effortless.
Mr. Jacobs cleared his throat. "Today, we'll be having an oral exam on the assigned readings. You will come up one by one to present your analysis."
Mia's heart pounded as Liam was called first. He stood, walking to the front with a practiced ease.
"So," Liam began, "I believe the author's use of symbolism in chapter three highlights the internal conflict of the protagonist more effectively than any direct narration."
Mia clenched her fists, but listened as Liam's analysis drew nods from the teacher and some classmates.
Then it was Mia's turn. She rose with determination. "While I respect Liam's perspective, I argue that the author's choice to shift narrative voice gives a more immersive experience and allows deeper emotional connection."
Their eyes met again briefly, each silently daring the other to show any sign of doubt.
When the class ended, whispers buzzed about their heated exchanges and impressive insights. Their rivalry was no longer just about grades—it was about pride, respect, and the unspoken challenge each posed to the other.
As they packed their bags, Liam threw a glance in Mia's direction and called out, "See you at the debate competition next week."
Mia smirked right back. "I'll be waiting."
The contest for academic supremacy had only just begun.