Rachel and I became number one enemies. The rest of the girls took me for whatever they saw fit.
But it’s not like High School was so tough on my side. My dad was a soldier. And soldiers’ daughters usually take their fathers’ spirits with them whenever they go.
So, despite all that crap that was going on, I couldn’t miss a single opportunity working for what I thought was best.
Kinda reminds me of the Literature class. Dude, I was always on top when it came to Literature. I don’t know why but it was just my thing. Good thing this time, our Professor was a lady, so definitely the same ‘maths crap’ wasn’t in the way.
Literature was the only subject where I scored a straight A without thinking twice. Never read any single one of those crazy novels or consulted the teacher and stuff, I was just a black Swan.
So, we’re in this one evening class, pretty boring.
 
The teacher is serving these midterm exam scripts, and announcing the marks. She hasn’t yet read my name yet, because, duh, my script is always the last one to be scrutinized. From all the F’s and D’s and E’s, to finally mine….the one and only A.
So as she’s reading these marks, there remain two papers this time. It’s now only two of us who haven’t read received the goddamn scripts.
 
“Now the remaining two have been the best in this exam….” She says, and I’m like, “Of course….”
 
You know that feeling of supremacy when you’re the only one getting A’s, and the rest of them students are cringing in their F’s and D’s. I’m not bragging but it felt kinda cool.
 
And to make things even more dramatic, I’d miss Literature classes like crazy. In one term, I missed all the twenty lectures. Such a badass move for someone who kept on getting A’s no matter the storm.
 
“Christine and Belinda, please step forward! Clap for them as they come forward!”
 
And yeah, everyone is there clapping and stuff, we’re the badass guys---or girls---whatever you call it.
   The girl on my left is Belinda, the so-called nerd.
 
“So, the two of you have been the best in my class for the past fifteen tests. Belinda as you all know reads lots of stuff. As for Christine…” She paused, giving me that cold stern face as though I needed any of it.
   You see, although being the best can also be disappointing. Here I was, the so-called ADHD student when it came to Science, and when I get an A in literature, it all of a sudden becomes an issue.
 
At first, I thought she was going to let me go with a slight warning. Not so, as you may have expected, it didn’t go well with me.
  And fuck you, I wasn’t cheating! (Sorry if I hurt your feelings. I’m just an old lady who doesn’t give a fuck about your feelings. And no, I was talking to my cat, down here! Not you.

So, she pulls me out of class by the sleeves, and everyone is laughing at me and stuff. I panic of course, and tell her in the loudest and rudest tone I had ever spoken to someone above me.
“Get the fuck off me!”
 
At the time, it felt right. My dad was called to the Principal’s office the next day….
 
“Hold on a minute. Do you guys know how much I have done for this goddamn country? If my daughter is being punished for something she didn’t do, then I think you both deserve a trip to Afghanistan!”
He spoke all that right into the Principal’s face, and the Literature The Principal told me after he was gone that I ‘deserved’ to be imprisoned for causing the whole incident. Fuck you, Principal. It was the teacher’s fault. She tore my blouse in front of everybody, and still made it my fault by taking me to your goddamn office.
  I mean what was wrong with missing classes if you already knew the study material, and you read the novels in Kindergarten that the others were still cramming,
“Fuck you two!”I said, slamming the door behind me shut. I was such a brute. So disrespectful. So big-headed.
Oh, how I miss those youthful days of mine. Although many students grew to hate me, the teachers inclusive, I have some really close friends... Call them enemy turned friends... Sheep in wolf skin... Whatever...

I for one talk to my Literature teacher close to fifteen hours a month. She’s still questioning how “I got so many A’s despite dodging almost all her lectures entirely.” 
 
But that’s not the end of the story. I still have a bunch of sworn in enemies, who up to now, not only look the other way when I receive awards on T.V but also send me hate mail every Sunday. (The hell? Dude, do they even sleep?)
     
Speaking of awards on T.V, my name may hit close to home if I tell you how an asshole like me won herself a seat of Chairman Gynaecology Institute Canada.