Participation Trophy 소설 & 이야기

“And we are now going to award this prize to the Best Conceptual Developed Project——CAPTURE by Mr. Henry Nosrevi!” The applause echoed across the hall as the host said my name. Trying to draw me out of my thoughts, Victor pushed my shoulder repeatedly. “Henry! It’s your turn! Now get up the stage!” I stood up from the seat and walked to the stage, the bright spot light followed my trace. Putting up a bright smile, I walked up the stairs and came to Jamie Lee Peyton who was waiting to hand me the crystal trophy and the huge foam board mock cheque. That was my only chance to look at him from such a close distance, I was nervous, my palms were sweating that I was worried if I would drop the cry

Mona was very astonished and said, "I didn't think you would look thin but strong." Trent looked at her and said, "Do you want to give it a shot?" Rue put her hand over her mouth and smiled. "Okay, okay! Let Mommy give it a try." "I don't want." Mona said no without a doubt. Trent grabbed Mona’s award out of the box. "Here, the trophy has been given back to the person who won it." He brought out a trophy for the designer Award, which was the goal of many designers. But Mona didn't get it herself; she let him get it.

Someone came to me that moment and took my hand up then said, and this is the person that will represent our school in getting the trophy. "YAAAAAA...YAAA...YAA!!!", everyone stood up and shouted. I ran to meet someone closed to me and asked what was going on. He said, " This is an annual game that take place between CAMELOT school of wizards and some other schools. You have to get the trophy on time or else you might die or even be stuck there forever and you should... "HAAAA HAA HAAA!!!", someone carried me and threw me inside a place where I did not know how the entrance looks like.

Cheryl came in bearing a trophy, smiling as brightly as Jules was. Caroline looked at the trophy and saw the words "Rosebow." "What's this?" she asked. "You said you weren't joining the Rosebow Contest when I asked you last time, but the trophy's already here now. Were you planning to surprise us all?" Caroline accepted the trophy and repeatedly checked that the name on it was hers. Perplexed, she said, "But I didn't send in a design." Jules grinned and said, "Don't act humble, Ms. Evans. The trophy's right here."

"Congratulations on your win. Mr. Hamilton will be with you shortly. Please, have a seat." I nodded, offering a polite smile in return, but I wasn’t interested in small talk. The weight of the trophy, still tucked in the crook of my arm, felt like a silent promise. I didn’t need pleasantries or pleases and thank-yous—I needed to feel the rush again. I needed to get back behind the wheel.

Third place—her spot—stood empty except for her helmet placed there as a symbol, the black surface catching the afternoon light. The crowd erupted in applause that built and built until it became a standing ovation for someone who wasn't even there to receive it. Lucas stepped up to accept the trophy on her behalf, his expression controlled but his eyes red-rimmed in ways that suggested he'd been crying recently or was about to start.

Reporters shouted, cameras flashed wildly. Mira screamed and hugged her. Grey nodded at her with rare respect. Ronan’s dark eyes softened ... the tiniest inch, but enough to make her wolf’s heart skip. Scarlet stepped forward as they brought out the largest, most divine trophy ... a crystalline sculpture infused with silver fire. It was bigger than her torso. The announcer placed it in her hands. “For intelligence, leadership, precision, and unmatched performance.” The hall erupted again. Except for one corner. Liora’s parents shot to their feet like enraged animals. Her father’s voice boomed across the hall:

'Mom loves playing games, even if she doesn't always admit it. We continued to play together for hours, laughter and joy filling the air. As the sun began to set, it was time for us to go. I felt a sense of sadness as we gathered our things. “See, I told you we’d win!” Connor bounced beside me, his face flushed and triumphant. He clutched the tiny gold trophy in his small hand, its weight making his grin even wider. “You were amazing, champ,” I said, ruffling his hair. The sun glinted off the gold medal hanging around his neck, a testament to his incredible teamwork and the sheer joy of the game.

"We're ready to announce this year's Parent-Child Games champions!" We found seats near the front, our two families sitting together. The boys were practically vibrating with anticipation, whispering predictions and calculations about point totals. "In third place," Dr. Whitmore announced, "with a total of eighty-five points—the Martinez family!" Polite applause as a family of four went up to receive their trophy—a modest bronze cup. "In second place, with ninety-two points—the Patterson family!" More applause. The Pattersons looked thrilled with their silver trophy, the parents hugging their children with obvious pride.

Rising from the table, I saw people nodding appreciatively at Logan and I. “Well deserved,” I heard people whisper as we made our way to the front. Glancing at Franklin, I saw the disapproving look on his face. Beatrice however, was holding up her phone. She appeared to be filming, which I thought was a little odd. But I didn’t think much of it, since I quickly became swept up in the moment. “Congratualtions,” the emcee said, shaking both our hands as we took the podium. The lights were bright as we looked out over the crowd. We were handed a beautiful golden trophy, with Wine Not engraved on the bottom, alongside the words ‘Best Contribution to the Marketing’.