February 7

Goodness dropped by in the evening. He brought some of his notebooks along with him. We had discussed earlier at school that we were going to spend time studying together so we could make good grades together as friends.

"I forgot to ask you at the beginning of school," I said to Goodness. "What was your position in our class last term."

"I took the second position. Slightly behind you."

I was shocked but I did not show it. "And what was your average?"

"Ninety-four point two percent. What was your own average?"

"Ninety-four point three percent," I said. "A little ahead of yours."

"I agree with you."

"Do you think we could make a perfect score this term?"

Goodness stopped what he was doing and faced me. "No! It can't happen."

"Why? Anything is possible as long as we work harder than before."

"That is not what I am trying to say. This term is the second term of our final year in secondary school. That is true but un