This incident happened a while back, when I was in Primary school.

I'd scored 91 for my English exam ( the highest in my class and in the level! ), and I was so proud of myself. Then came along this butt-hurt Queen Bee, who loudly told her posse of Princess Bees ( and whoever bothered to listen ) that I must have cheated, because the exam was so difficult that no one could have done so well without the use of dishonest means.

I was angry, but I didn't call her out on it. Instead, my little seven year old self thought that it would be a good idea to 'out-English' her, so to speak.

I studied even harder for English, reading and re-reading all my textbooks and guide books. I clarified with the teacher whatever I was unclear about. And the results spoke for themselves. No matter what our teacher threw at us - spellings, class tests, worksheets, exams - I always ended up scoring higher than her. Come the end-of-year exams, I ended up scoring a 95 for English, the highest in the level once again. The principal herself gave me an award for that. The dour look on the Queen Bee's face as I waltzed by her with my award was the sweetest thing in the world.

It's been ten years, and although I no longer go to the same school as the Queen Bee, I've been beating her - marks wise - in English for those ten years.

Ah, revenge is indeed sweet.