I can't believe I did so badly on that test.
I went to my locker, annoyed because I know I didn't study as much as I needed to for that test. I put my books away and slammed my locker to find her standing there.
"So, how'd you do on the test?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.
"I got 70%." I mumbled.
"Wow. You know, when I first met you, I thought you would be a problem. I thought: maybe you might catch up to me! I guess now, we both know you're not getting in my way." She turned around and started walking before pausing for a moment. "Oh, and by the way, I got 100%, for your information." She walked away and I glared at her.
Who does she think she is?!
{she's an overachiever, that's what.}
Okay. I messed up this time. But it won't happen again. I am going to be a problem. Catch up to her. Pass her. Be number one.
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Academic Validation.
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