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The Moral Clause.

Autor: Honey
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(RORY’S POV)

The walk to the front of the hall felt like a mile. I saw Jason standing near the judges' table with a smug, vindictive tilt to his mouth. Beside him was Adam , the vice president of the Daisyland High science club. My heart pounded frantically against my ribs but I kept my head high, maintaining a confident facade.

Mr. Coleman, a man with a severe haircut and a clipboard held like a shield, looked down at me. “Miss Davies, a formal complaint has been lodged by representatives of your former team. They allege that your recent conduct, specifically a viral video, brings the integrity of this competition into disrepute and that your participation is a violation of the event’s moral clause.”

His words hit me hard even though u was anticipating them. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. At this point, there was nothing I could do but await judgement.

Jason stepped forward, unable to contain himself. “It’s a matter of character, sir. We can’t have someone representin
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