INICIAR SESIÓNANDREW'S POV: Dad said: "Best team argument award. That was yours. That is not a small thing." I had been going over the parts of my case that had not been strong enough. The places where Amelia had reached something I had not fully anticipated. I was in the middle of this review when Dad said it and I stopped. "The debate format is a simplification," I said. "Amelia and I agreed on that afterward. The real answer is that the two things are interdependent." "I know," Dad said. "But within the format you were given, your team's argument was awarded best structural argument by the judges. Which means you argued your case excellently." I thought about this. "Amelia was better," I said. "Amelia was different," he said. "She argued a different kind of case in a different way. That is not the same as better." I recognized this phrasing. It was almost exactly what Amelia had said to me. I wondered if they had discussed it. I decided it did not matter. "She won," I said. "The negati
ANDREW'S POV:We waited in the hall with our respective teams while the judges discussed.Oliver was talking about something and I was listening with a portion of my attention while the larger portion was thinking about the debate and what had happened in it and what the strongest counter to Amelia's closing would have been.I had not had one.This was not a comfortable feeling. I was not used to being in a debate and knowing that the other side had made a point I could not immediately answer. I had prepared for Amelia's strongest arguments and I had thought I had covered them. But the promise versus instruction formulation was not something she had in her preparation that I had anticipated. She had made it in the moment. Which meant she had thought it on her feet in real time.I had not known she could do that at this level.I should have known and I was constructing one now, too late to use. If I had thought faster I could have said that a promise without rules to enforce it is just
AMELIA'S POV:"The affirmative has argued that rules protect us from bad feelings. And yes. Sometimes they do. But who decides which feelings are bad? Another feeling. The feeling that fairness matters. The feeling that cruelty is wrong. The feeling that everyone deserves to be seen as fully human. These are not rules. These are prior to rules. They are the reason rules exist.""My opponent said that without rules, feelings have nothing to push against. I would say the opposite. Without feelings, rules have no direction to go in. A rule with no feeling behind it is just power wearing a formal jacket. It can be pointed anywhere. At anyone. It has no conscience. Only feelings give rules conscience. Only feelings tell us when the rule has gone wrong."I let that sit for a moment."Rules matter," I said. "I want to be clear about that. Rules protect people. The affirmative team is right that good rules are essential. But the question today is not whether rules matter. The question is whic
ANDREW'S POV:I sat down.Oliver nudged me. "That was very good," he said quietly."Thank you," I said.Across the aisle I could see Amelia. She was looking at the surface of the table in front of her but she was not taking notes. Just thinking. The way she thought when something had landed and she was deciding what to do with it.I had landed something.She was going to do something with it.I was glad.I would not have wanted to win because the other side ran out of arguments. I wanted to win because my argument was better than a genuinely strong opposition. If Amelia was recalculating it meant I had made her recalculate. That was the only type of winning that counted.* * * * * * *AMELIA'S POV:Andrew's third speaker argument was very good.I am not going to pretend it was not because pretending would be dishonest and also pointless because I could see from the judges' faces that it had landed. The part about bad rules being reformed into good rules rather than replaced by feeling
ANDREW'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
HANNAH’S POV:THE NEXT DAY:“So there’s still nothing on what happened at the Governor’s birthday party and guess what I just received on your behalf.” Maya excitedly said, and soon revealed a vase with flowers and a gift basket.I grinned from ear to ear as she smiled handing me the card, “This is
HANNAH’S POV:After all, it was going to be our first dinner in this new house, and though I couldn’t shake off the unease of how we’d ended up here, I didn’t want to leave in discomfort and constant worrying. I was going to let things play out.The dining room looked like something out of a magazi
HANNAH’S POV:THAT SAME NIGHT:“It’s almost midnight, Hannah, and I was trying to call you because an hour ago when I was just checking up on the kids, I noticed Amelia was burning up…..” He informed me and my eyes went wide, instantly sobering up.“What? Where is she?” I asked raising my voice wal
HANNAH’S POV:That same night:The atmosphere in the room was feastfull, everyone was talking amongst themselves and I was laughing and getting to know Cherry and for some reason I think it made both Elijah and Jacob pleased. I remembered I was still married to Elijah and it was the goal of every b







