Everyone was aware of the intense rivalry that existed between you and Cairo Sweet. She was the epitome of perfection - a pretty, affluent girl with exceptional grades and whose sophisticated demeanour dominated the halls of the school. The rivalry was fuelled by a relentless pursuit of excellence, with both you and Cairo striving to be the undisputed top student.

Mr. Miller was always watchful and attentive, particularly aware of the ongoing rivalry happening in his class. He observed as the competition for his attention and praise unfolded week after week. However, he only granted his commendation sparingly, reserving it for those truly exceptional moments, like with Cairo's poem or your insightful explanation on George Orwell's 1984.

Cairo's eyes blazed with fury as she slammed her hand down on the desk, her voice filled with outrage. "How did you manage to become top student?" She demanded, her jealousy and frustration bubbling to the surface. It was unfair! “I should be the top student, not you," she continued, her voice sharp and cutting. "You don't deserve that title. I've worked harder, put in more effort than anyone else here. This is all mine, not yours."