"How's your brother doing lately?"
"Really well. He got discharged a few days ago. Oh—what direction are you thinking for the competition?"
Maeve didn't bother hiding it. "I built a small robot a couple years ago. I'm planning to expand on that."
Mateo nodded. "A lot of people are pushing robotics this year. I heard Anya Morales is working on something robot-related too."
Maeve asked, "What about you?"
"I'm developing a prosthetic arm—something that can help patients with disabilities."
Maeve gave his shoulder a light pat. "Then I'm wishing you success in advance."
After class, Maeve took her application and knocked on Vice Principal Renfield Yates' door.
Yates looked at the form—but didn't stamp it.
"Maeve, I don't think this competition is suitable for you."
His bluntness caught her off guard.
"May I ask why?"
Yates slid the form back across the desk. "You were admitted to Aethelburg University with perfect scores, but last year you didn't attend a single day of school."
"I don't know what your relationship is with Mr. Sterling. Maybe he's willing to bend rules for you out of personal sentiment. I'm not."
He didn't even try to hide his dislike.
"A student who doesn't respect rules has no right to participate in any school activity, as far as I'm concerned."
Maeve lifted an eyebrow. "Mr. Yates, if I remember correctly, last year when I tested into Aethelburg, you were hospitalized for six months after a car accident."
Yates' eyes narrowed. "What does my accident have to do with you?"
Maeve smiled. "If you can spend six months in the hospital because of an accident, why can't I stay home for a year because I was medically unfit?"
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