I was the cleverest girl in my class. No, I don't mean to be boasting, but I was, sadly. I, to be honest, hated it. I hated going up to the next years class to do spellings. I guess I was one of the mature-est of my class, always thinking about stupid things and etc. Although I was really clever and all, I was a bit of an outcast. Nobody genuinely liked me, I think.
Buuuutttt, yeah, generally a really nice kid. though maybe a bit too quiet.