A year ago.
Daphne had beat her again in their mathematics exam by ten points.
Their score for maths was now three to five and when when you added the other subjects they were thirty three to thirty eight. In simple terms she'd beat Daphne a total of thirty three times in all their subjects but Daphne had beaten her thirty eight times in a row.
And although there was little separation in their points and she was still maintaining the expectations of her the full ride scholarship she'd received from a large bank that funded students like her and in turn she would work in their company after she graduated.
But for some reason she didn't like the small but clear difference in their marks.
Speak of the devil and she shall appear. Daphne entered the classroom two minutes before the lecture began and gave her a nod as if acknowledging her.
