Dream and rivalries

  Years had passed. Ye Feng was now eighteen years old, standing at the edge of a crowd. The room buzzed with excitement. Today, students from all over the country were presenting their speeches for the youth leadership program, a program that could shape the future of aspiring politicians.

  Max, as always, was by my side. “Ready to crush them all?” he whispered.

  I chuckled.”Let's just do our best.”

  But deep down, I felt a flutter of nervousness. This was more than school;this was the first step toward my dream—-- to one day become president of the United states.

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  The first speaker finished, and applause filled the room. Then it was my turn. I stepped onto the stage,adjusted my tie, and looked out at the crowd.

  “My name is ye feng,” I began, my voice steady.“ People call me Feng. One day, I hope to lead this country— not for power, but to protect its people and its families. Because no one should have to live in fear of losing everything they love.

  The room went silent, and then applause echoed around me. I smiled, knowing this was the start of something bigger.

  After the event, Max clapped me on the back. “See? Told you . you unstoppable.

  It wasn’t long before Max applied to join the political program too. At first, it seemed natural—we were best friends, partners in everything. We spent our days preparing for debates, working on projects, and dreaming about the future.

  I noticed the small ways our friendship grew stronger: sharing secrets, laughing at inside jokes, and supporting each other no matter what. Raina became a quiet presence too—her smiles and encouragement gave me confidence I had never felt before.

  School events, birthdays, and community programs passed by, each one reminding me of my dream: to become President one day and protect my family. Max was always there, teasing, joking, and helping me push myself further.

  We were unstoppable… or so I thought.

  That night, lying in bed, I looked at the ceiling and made a silent promise. No matter what challenges came our way, I would work hard, protect my loved ones, and never give up on my dream.