INICIAR SESIÓNANDREW'S POV:Oliver made the foundational argument. Rules exist to protect everyone equally. Feelings are individual and variable. What I feel is not the same as what you feel and if we each act on our own feelings without the framework of shared rules we end up in conflict, not community. He gave examples. He was good. He sat down.Then the first speaker for the negative stood up.It was not Amelia. She was their closing speaker, which was the most important position, the one that had to pull everything together and leave the last impression on the judges. The negative's first speaker was a girl named Priya from the year above who was very confident and who opened by asking the room a question."Can anyone tell me," she said, "what it feels like to be treated fairly?"She paused and let the room sit with it."You can feel it," she said. "You know it in your body when you have been treated fairly and you know it in your body when you have not. And that feeling, that sense of justice
AMELIA'S POV:Before I go any further I want to say something about the morning of the debate.Mum and Dad were very careful that morning. I noticed this because I notice most things and also because they were being more careful than usual, which created a slight variation in the normal texture of the morning. Dad made breakfast and did not talk very much. Mum asked me how I felt and then did not ask again, which was the right call because I had already answered once. They did not tell us to be confident or remind us how hard we had worked or any of the other things adults say before competitions that are well-intentioned and slightly unnecessary.What Dad did instead was pack us each a small bag with a water bottle and a snack for the intermission and a card. Mine said: rules are a promise. Make them keep it today.I looked at it for a moment. Then I put it in my pocket.Andrew's card, I found out later, said: your best thinking is still ahead. Trust it.We walked into school togethe
AMELIA'S POV:I then practiced the argument three times in front of my mirror, which I know sounds like the most dramatic possible thing to do but mirrors do not lie about whether you are convincing and I needed to know if I was convincing. The first run-through was too much in my head. I was thinking about the logic while I was saying it and the thinking showed. The second run-through was better. The third one felt right.Mum came past my room on the third run-through and stood in the doorway for a moment without saying anything and I did not stop because stopping breaks the momentum. When I finished she said, "The ending is right. The middle needs to be slower." I said I knew. She said, "Then make it slower." I said I would. She left.Becca came over one afternoon for a practice session and argued the affirmative against me, which she had been briefed to do, and she was a good enough debater to push me in the right places. There was one point she made that I did not have an immediat
AMELIA'S POV:The notice board said eleven words and I read them and I thought: good.This house believes that rules matter more than feelings. And my immediate, first, completely automatic response was: no they do not and it is not because I had thought about it but because I felt it. Which was already a point in my favour if anyone was paying attention.I signed up for the negative before Andrew got there. I knew he would want the affirmative. Andrew believed in rules and systems and structures and proper frameworks the way some people believed in their favourite football team, passionately and with a lot of data to back it up. He was going to argue for the affirmative very well and I was going to have to be better than very well.I was going to be excellent.I found him later and we established the rules of engagement, which were that we would not share our preparation with each other until the debate itself. This was my idea. I did not want Andrew knowing my arguments in advance b
ANDREW'S POV:"Good," she said. "I was hoping for that answer."We agreed to not discuss our arguments with each other until the debate itself, which was in two weeks. This was Amelia's suggestion and it was a good one. If we compared notes we would spend the whole time arguing at home instead of building our real cases, and our parents would have to live through both the preparation and the competition, which was already going to be a lot for them.* * * * * * *I approached the preparation the way I approached everything.First I read everything I could find about the debate between rule-based ethics and emotion-based ethics, which led me into a body of philosophy I had not properly encountered before and which was significantly more interesting than I had expected. There was a philosopher named Kant who argued that rules were the only reliable basis for moral action because they could be applied universally without depending on individual circumstance. There was another philosophe
ANDREW'S POV:I thought about this for a moment. Amelia and I argued about things regularly. We argued about butter quantities in baking, we argued about the correct way to load the dishwasher and a lot more which were all arguments in which both of us believed we were correct.A formal debate was different. In a formal debate you were assigned your position by the draw of a lot and not by what you actually believed. Which meant one of us was going to have to argue for something we did not believe.I made notes. I organized the notes. I told Dad I wanted to practice the structure with him and he said yes and we did it at the kitchen table on a Tuesday evening and he asked the questions that were slightly to the side of what I expected, which forced me to think rather than recite.The part about protecting the minority was something I arrived at in that session. Dad had asked, "What happens when the majority of people feel that something is right but it is not?" and I had said that was
ELIJAH'S POV:The image of her face flashed behind my eyelids. Her soft smile that always made everything better. The way her eyes crinkled at the corners when she laughed at one of my terrible jokes. The way she looked at me sometimes, like I was the safest thing in her entire world.And I had fai
ELIJAH'S POV:He looked at me for a long moment with those serious eyes that were so much like Hannah's. Then he nodded slowly.I pulled him into a tight hug and kissed the top of his head. "I'm going to bring your mom home. I promise you.""You better," he whispered against my chest.Within minute
ELIJAH'S POV:The cottage came into full view through the trees, and the sight made my blood run cold.The fire was spreading fast, consuming everything in its path. Flames tore through shattered windows like wild, hungry creatures. Thick black smoke spiraled violently into the sky, blotting out th
ELIJAH'S POV:Every corner reminded me of Hannah. The way she laughed in the kitchen like this one time when she tried to make mashed potatoes and pasta, it was so bad the kids and I couldn’t even pretend for too long. She wasn’t even mad about it because as soon as she ate it she immediately laugh







