The dread felt old, a familiar weight in my chest.
It always came before the National STEM Innovators Challenge.
This year, it was heavier.
My little brother, Leo, needed this.
His rare genetic condition, a monster devouring our family' s money, needed this prize.
Experimental treatment was our only hope, and it cost a fortune.
I remembered this day, this exact feeling.
A past life, maybe.
I saw myself at the starting line of the Challenge, full of plans.
Then Tiff Harrington, always Tiff.
She beat me.
Not by a lot, always by exactly ten points.
Round after round.
That loss, it broke us. Leo got worse.
The memory was sharp, a wound that never healed.
Then I blinked.
The school auditorium buzzed.
It was the start of the STEM Challenge. Again.
My heart hammered. A second chance.
Leo' s small, hopeful face flashed in my mind.
This time, things had to be different.
I had to make them different.
His life depended on it.
I took a deep breath, the air tasting of floor wax and nervous sweat.
Hope, fragile but fierce, flickered inside me.
I would not fail him again.