“You ready for today? It’s been a crazy couple of weeks. Are you prepared?” she asks. I shake my head and take a bite of bacon. “Nope. Not at all.” I laugh. “I honestly don’t even know what the topic is.” “You’re joking, right?” I shake my head, biting back a smile. “Simon! Miss Shields told us the topic two weeks ago!” “I’ve been a little distracted. A debate topic was the least of my worries.” She laughs. “Well, you’ll be happy to know that there probably would have been very little research you could’ve done on the subject anyway, considering your own experience.” I set my fork on the table and cock my head to the side. “What do you mean?’ She takes a sip of orange juice and smirks. “You’ll see.” *** We walk into the debate hall with ten minutes to spare. Most of the students are there, along with teachers and moderators.
