The New Contest

He opened the door and he let me through the door, signaling me to take a seat. I did so, and he did the same, following with a sigh. "Have you heard about the Wand Annual Contest?" he asked, looking at me.

"No..." I responded. I have never heard a single thing like this, and I've been here for a month at the least.

"Well, it's a contest that takes place every year," he began. "It's a battle royale where there are twelve teams, and the winner is the last person standing."

"What are the rewards?" I asked, curious.

"The reward is a class off for over three weeks," he replied. "But that isn't the real prize. The real prize is the popularity and the respect that you get from winning."

"Why does everyone want to win it?" I asked. "I mean each class is fun in its way, but if you win, won't people start to hate you?"