Rue’s POV

A few days passed until on a particular Monday morning as we were walking to campus, Vicky was in her usual bright mood as she looped her arm through mine.

“You know, Rue, I still cant get over your speech. I hear some people already want to nominate you for the university magazine feature.”

I rolled my eyes playfully. “They are doing too much.”

“You think?” she pressed. “You are a top student of the Science and Innovation Department. In my opinion, they aren’t ...