A QUEEN'S CONQUER.

SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW. Before I knew it, it was round three: Literature. "You are to analyze these lines from age-old classics under thirty seconds or less, but no more." The oruncipal's voice boomed from the speakers. I smirked because this was my alley. And no one knew it. Not even Matt. The entire literature club stared back at me with a mix of trepidation and pride; after all, I am their president. All of a sudden, Roxanne's voice boomed in the speakers. "Wait!" She yelled, diverting everyone's attention to her. "Sloane is the president of the literature club. How sure are we that these contestants wouldn't go easy on her because she's their queen?" She says, her eyes flashing with malice. Everyone hums, as their murmurs bounce off the walls in agreement. At the sight of everyone agreeing with her, Roxanne's smirk grows even wider, as she begins to charge the crowd. "I think we should make this even harder for Sloane. After all, since she's the president, this would make us respec