Class Seven had always struggled with literature, but when they were suddenly proclaimed the best class in the grade, they became a popular topic of conversation during recess.
Naturally, not all of them were studious types.
Most were discussing when the girl beside Rowen will be gone.
Celine was thrilled to have ranked first in the literature exam. As her best friend, Harper shared in her glory.
While they were having their meal, Harper was repeatedly lavishing exaggerated praise on Celine.
Already shy by default, Celine turned bright red upon hearing praise like that.
Suddenly, somebody sat down next to them. Turning around, Harper saw Leah, and her expression immediately soured. “Who said you could sit with us, Leah?”
Though Harper no longer had feelings for Rowen, she had other reasons to detest Leah.
Leah is a phony girl. I've suffered too much at her hands.
Alarm bells started ringing in Harper's head at Leah's sudden appearance.
Leah glanced at Harper. “I have something to discuss with Celine.”
Harper became even more displeased at those words. “What could you possibly have to say to her?”
Leah gave a light laugh before turning to Celine. “We've read your essay, Celine, and it's very well written. I'm the vice president of the Novel Club, and I'd like to invite you to join us.”
Celine did not know Leah well, but she knew Harper. The incident that day remained clear in her memory.
“Thank you, but I have no intention of joining a club.”
Leah was taken aback. “Won't you at least consider? Every year, our club selects representatives to participate in the city's competition. There's a substantial cash prize if you win. Additionally, our school's Novel Club collaborates with the Writers Association of Jadeborough. Each year, we'll select ten outstanding stories to be published in a joint anthology with the authors from the association.”
Celine shook her head. “I'm sorry, Leah. I have no intention of joining the club.”
Upon hearing her refusal once again, Leah did not try to persuade her further. “If that's the case, then I won't pester you anymore. My door's always open if you change your mind. Our president, too, thinks highly of you.”
“Thank you.”
Celine nodded, then turned around and smiled at Harper.
Initially a little downcast, Harper cheered up at once upon seeing her friend's smile. Then, she turned to Leah. “Are you done?”
Leah paused for a moment before responding, “That's all. Enjoy the rest of your meal, girls.”
Without another word, she took her tray and returned to her clique.
When they were left alone once again, Harper said, “Are you not going to join the Novel Club? I heard about that competition in the city. The first prize is thirty thousand. However, you can't participate as an individual; you need to be represented by an organization.”
Celine was surprised. “That much?”
“Yeah, but nobody from the Novel Club has ever won first place. The best we've achieved is third. The prize money for third place is much less—only eight thousand.”
Celine blinked. “Eight thousand is still a substantial amount.”
Harper pondered for a moment. “That's true. After all, my allowance per week is only two hundred. Pathetic, right?”
Though Harper came from a well-off family, her mother only gave her two hundred to spend every week.
Harper enjoyed buying snacks after school, occasionally indulging in a cup of coffee. This habit cost her around sixty to seventy a week, not to mention the extra food she tended to buy when she had physical education classes.
“Are you considering it?” she asked huffily.
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