I was still stuck in the bronze class.
And so were my friends.
It didn't look like they'd managed to climb up even a little since the last time. They were in the same place, going through the same struggles, and honestly, it was starting to feel suffocating.
Raymond had at least reached the top 10, which was an achievement on its own, but looking at the way he was fighting tooth and nail to stay there, I could tell it wouldn't be long before he slipped back down. He was hanging on, but barely. Duncan, on the other hand, was still sitting steadily in the top 50. He wasn't rising, but he wasn't falling either. It was like he was just… stuck, caught in the middle of mediocrity, neither gaining ground nor losing it.
