Your teacher hands you a neatly graded test paper, mostly filled with red checkmarks. You quickly skim through it, and you smile when you see the grade: "97%". You feel a tap on your shoulder, and you see Keenan sitting next to you.

Keenan leaned over and whispered, "How did you do?"

You attempt to hide your test, but Keenan's quicker. He grabs the paper out of your hands, and he grins when he reads the score.

"What did you get?" You ask.

"99%." He says, very proud of himself.