"What? I got a B?" Shell questioned, wrinkling her nose.
Hannah laughed as she turned towards her friend, a bowl of cereal in her hand. "You're the only person I know who gripes because they got a B on a paper. Anyone else would be excited. They would be jumping from the rooftops with joy. But not my Shell; no, she's ticked off."
"I worked hard on that paper," Shell protested. "I went above and beyond - they told us to cite three sources. I cited six for f**k's sake."
"Maybe you went a little overboard?"
This wasn't the first time someone had mentioned that word to her, and she did have a tendency to have to be the best at everything she did. It was a strength and a weakness. "That's possibly true, but I don't think I should be punished for it."
"Only you would think a B is a punishme
