So there I was, body-snatched into some math-challenged girl's life, staring down a test that screamed "epic fail" in red ink. Flashback to my glory days - acing every subject and being the toast of Princeton - and I couldn't help but cackle. What a cosmic joke. Then Mr. High-and-Mighty Valedictorian, with his perfect hair and condescending sneer, gives me the stink eye. "Why are you all up in my business?" he snarks. I toss him a lazy grin, "Oh, so you're the brainiac around here?" He raises an eyebrow, "And?" I flick my hair like I'm in some shampoo commercial. "Honey, you couldn't touch my old scores with a ten-foot pole."
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