 “No fair! You started early! I want a rematch!” You demand while climbing off of your sled. Zari agrees eagerly and you work together to pull the sleds back up the snow covered hill. Knowing Mom will be calling you in soon, you urge her to move faster. When you both finally reach the top you make sure to hold onto her sled so she can’t start early again. You yell, “On your marks. Get ready. Get set,” exaggerating each pause you hope to gain the advantage. You take a deep breath and make eye contact with Zari, daring her to start early. You shout a drawn out, “GOOO!” Zari squeals in delight as you shriek with laughter; both racing down the hill with abandon. “Ha! I knew it,” you say breathless and full of glee. “I win!”
“Best 2 out of 3,” she says, also out of breath from laughter and excitement. “Elias! Time to come in! Supper’s almost ready!” Hearing Mom’s call you groan in despair. “Ooh, just 5 more minutes Mom! We’re tied and need a winner!” you hope you can reason some more time out of her. “Race to the house then; loser does the dishes!” You pause looking at Zari, waiting to see if she’ll make the first move. You start a mere second after her, your shrieks joining hers as you run desperately towards the house, not wanting to wash dishes later. “I win!” you both say at the same time. “Nuh-uh! I won, you have to do dishes!” Zari insists. “Mom, tell Zari I won, and she has to do dishes,” you plead, sure Mom will take your side. Mom looks at you with a sigh, “Sorry kiddo, she beat you by the hair on her chiny-chin-chin.” You giggle at that as you see Zari touch her chin, “Looks like you’re doing dishes tonight.” She says betraying your hopes. You groan in exasperation as you drop your head back, ready to complain, “Why don’t you both wash and rinse, and I’ll dry and put away? We’ll have some dessert after.”
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 “Alright class,” Madam Goodemen, the instructor, prowled the classroom as she searched for anyone daring to break the rules. “Let’s review yesterday’s history lesson. Amelia,” a girl of 16 rose from her seat, adjusted her pristine uniform, and long braided hair, before snapping her arms to her sides to keenly await her question. Satisfied with her etiquette, Madam Goodemen asked her first question, “In the year 2035, the government enacted a new policy called, ‘The Child Education Reclamation Project.’ This policy required all children to be taken, 2 weeks after birth, to be raised in government funded facilities. Why was this policy enacted?”
Amelia taking a deep breath began her answer, making sure to enunciate each word as she spoke, “Madam Goodemen, in response to your question, ‘The Child Education Reclamation Project’ was enacted to ensure equal and quality education, for all children, from the earliest age possible. This policy replaced the public and private school systems, as well as daycares, which were found to be inefficient and discrepant among districts.” Without stumbling or hesitating in her answer, she found Madam Goodemen before continuing, “Madam Goodemen, was I sufficient in answering your question?” It was a wonder she hadn’t fainted from lack of oxygen, but even the idea of the perfect Amelia fainting, was impossible. “Yes Amelia, you may be seated.” Madam Goodmen, showing even more pride than her student, began to walk around the classroom again. Amelia, dripping in demure and grace, sat on her seat while placing her hands on the desk, and finding her balance on the stool. |