A/N: Well, this was just one of those things that I did and went, "Crap, Gwen would totally do this…" And yeah, I am this weird. So here goes nothin'!

Disclaimer: Don't own Ben 10. Stop making me write these things!

School projects had never bothered the redhead too much. She did her work well, got it over with, and that was that. Gwen never really did too much to overachieve. It just came off like that. She did put effort into her work and that was what made her such a successful student.

But there were days when she put too much effort into her work.

It was merely a list of responsibilities to prove that her four partners had actually done something on the project. It had been done two day early thanks to her hard work and strong willpower, but now it came down to a simple list of names and jobs.

Where to put her own name on that list? That was the question of life.

The redhead had the eraser of her perfectly sharpened number two pencil to her lip and was wearing a puzzled look upon her normally placid features. Because where would she put her own name on this list of names? She hadn't yet put down the names of her four other partners, wondering whether or not to put her own name first.

The problem with putting her own name first was that it would make her seem very self-centered. If her own name were at the top of the list, it would almost make it look like she had done all the work. And if it looked like she did all of the work, it would ruin the whole point of the list of responsibilities. It would annihilate the entire idea of it. So she didn't want to out her name first. How could she put her own name first? It was like giving the guest the sucky fork for dinner. In a weird way. But it was, in the redhead's mind.

So she wouldn't put her own name first.

To put her name second would still make her seem arrogant. Having her name second would be such a dumb move. It would seem as if she had tried hard not to put her name first so she had put her name second instead of first and didn't care about any of the other three people on the list beneath her own name. Gwen didn't want to seem like that kind of girl.

She abolished the idea of putting her name second on the list.

Third would make it seem like she was trying too hard to keep her name from being first. Third would be smack dab in the middle and to have her name in the middle would make it look as if she were trying to keep her name from being at the top and it would seem as though she were trying too hard and over thinking it. That, and third was just such a boring place to be. Why be in the middle when you could be at the top? But that would bring back the thought of an over-inflated ego (like Ben's), and Gwen didn't want to seem arrogant.

Third was out of the question.

But fourth was almost a worse alternative. It would make her teacher think that she had forgotten the last person on the list until the last minute when she had put his name down. And that would make her seem like a jerk. Gwen didn't want to be seen as a jerk for the rest of her high school career for having put someone's name beneath her own on a list of responsibilities in her sophomore year. That would be the deathblow to ruin her life. Her whole life ruined by a list of responsibilities because she had put someone else's name after her own. The redhead was mortified by the thought.

No, not fourth. Definitely not fourth.

Last on the list didn't look much better! It would make her seem like a slob. She wasn't sure how, but that was just the vibe she was getting off of the thought of putting her name last. It'd be like she was trying to cover for not doing any of the work (when she had really done most of it) by putting what everyone else had done first before finishing it up with what little she had done and made the teacher think there wasn't enough for her to do by the time everyone else had claimed their responsibilities. But she had done a lot, honestly! And she didn't want to look like a slob!

Her name wasn't going to go last on that list.

Gwen took a breath and rested her head on the desk, forehead pressed to the table as she put down that perfectly sharpened pencil. Why did she have to over think everything? Why? What had she ever done to the world to be cursed with this brain?

A/N: Hehe. Reviews are appreciated.

~Sky