Picking up the papers, Ethel stared at it. She hadn't picked this up since she turned it in. Her teachers had talked about it for weeks, mentioning something about a scholarship she'd paid little mind to at the time.

Scholarships are great and all, but it would have been years before she'd been able to follow through with her theories. Where would she have found the time? Besides, her bike had still been the best, even without it.

"Don't know what you're talking about." She dismissed, idly reading over her science.