Disclaimer: I don't own The 39 Clues.

Reagan's P.O.V.

If you ever come across a speaking dog, never, ever, follow it. It might cost you a lot of money.

"Then you multiple the result for the number of bananas on the table and the result should be..." Mrs. Chaff went on and on about the weight of sea-turtles or somethings like that, I wasn't really listening, since dad had made me stay up until 2 a.m. this morning because according to him, I needed more training since the soccer finals were comming up.

After a while trying to keep up with teacher's voice, I dozed off and the next thing I know, class is finished.

I was walking home back from school, and Arnold approached me and asked what the time was. Looking back, maybe I should've realized something was wrong, but instead, I just looked down at my watch and answered.

"1 p.m." And returned to walking without thinking twice about what had happened. And that was my first mistake.

But Arnold was persistent. He followed me, asking me all kinds of questions about the weather, pointing out how horrible it was when it rained, because no one would talk to him then.

"Everyone just twist their noses and walk away! It almost looks like I smell bad!"

And kept making remarks about how my hair color was wrong and un-matching with the color of my eyes! How rude!

When I just couldn't take it any more, I stopped walking, turned to him, and with the nastiest voice I could summon, I said:

"Why won't you just leave me alone?! Don't have somewhere else you need to be?"

Arnold looked startled. "Yes, I do have! And I'm late!" And with that, he took off.

My second mistake that day was following him. I just had to see where my dog would so desperately need to be! After some five minutes of chasing him, he finally seemed to notice me and ran faster than the first time.

I followed him to a parking lot, which I had to pay to enter (don't we usually pay when we leave?), Arnold jumped on top of every car, broke so many windows, and set off all the car alarms. When I thought that it couldn't get any worse, he decided that the clay statues were toys, and in less than seconds they were all broken.

The parking lot owner was really angry, he wanted me to pay for all the damage, after all, Arnold was mine.. When I finally found the money to pay, I started looking for him again. It's not like I was letting him off easy after what he put me through.

"Arnold, get back here!" I yelled.

When he saw my face, he ran off again, in a few moments we were at the mall, and it seemed Arnold was shop-addicted (how come he never told me before?) since he made a stop on every clothing shop, tried on some clothes, and I ended up having to pay for the things he destroyed.

When I caught up to him, I said he'd have pay me back for every single thing that he destroyed, broke, wrecked, stepped on, and even looked at. He snapped back at me and said:

"Why were you even following me? I've never seen you before!" Great! The dog has memory issues now! I thought. And at that moment, a loud yell woke me up.

"STUDENTS WILL NOT SLEEP DURING MY CLASSES! IS THAT CLEAR? Now, finish your exercises!"

Hope you guys liked it, sorry if it was really short. Or terrible. This is just a random thought that popped into my mind, and I decided that it should be turned into a story and so "Sleeping In Class" was borned. Leave your thouhgts in the little box bellow and thanks for taking the time to read this!