My thoughts, my ideas never mattered to most adults. You’ll need it.”īut to me, there was nothing more frustrating, more exasperating than being deemed unworthy for the pure fact that I was younger than whomever I faced. Rolland comes before Rose.” I smiled again. “The twenty-seventh nametag is out of place. My eyes barely flickered to her laminated pin and then I gestured absentmindedly to her stack of cards. Her uncertainty only grew like did I hear you right? Did you mean what I think you did? “And yet, I’m the only one you’ll see win every year.” It was that look that dug beneath my skin, the expression that said I was small and undeserving because I was only just fifteen. She was staring at me like I was a teenage boy trying to play the role of a grown man. Instead of wearing my irritation, I gave her another relaxed smile and put the lanyard around my neck. I wasn’t battling a slot machine or a computer. But climbing over people was my specialty. I understood that some judges were biased, most of which I could likely outwit. That I’d have to let someone inferior decide my outcome. Good luck.” Her last phrase-while nothing more than a meaningless farewell-punctured a part of my head, poking at a nerve. “Welcome to this year’s Model UN, Richard. “Richard Connor Cobalt.” I gave her an amiable smile. “Name?” Behind a desk, a woman shuffled through white cards with crimson lanyards attached.
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