Two days later, I was back at school. I was heading to math.

In math, we were having a test on a chapter. I love math, but I'm better at handwriting and organizing things. Honestly, I prefer English. Luckily, since I was out, I can do it for homework. He gave me another option.

"I'll let you use your textbook in class if you want, too," said the teacher. "I do that when students are out the day before so they won't have to make up for it the following day."

"Okay, I'll do it here to get it done," I said.

"That's fine," said the teacher.

Luckily, I didn't need the textbook while doing the test because I knew the answers. It was on decimals in addition. I was the fifth one done and realized almost forgot to put my name and date on top, so I did that before I passed it in.

At lunch, Logan sat with me and the other girls. That's unusual for my boyfriend- he prefers sitting with his guy friends.

"This mac and cheese tastes like-" Kristy tried.

"Stop. Don't even think about it," I cut her off.

"Glue." My sister finished the sentence with a grin on her face.

I groaned out loud. "Why do you always do that?"

"To see if you're turning green," Dawn sniggered, as our friends just laughed.

"Oh, ha ha," I said.

That afternoon, I did all my homework that I miss for two days with Tigger for company. It was freezing cold at dinner- and I wasn't the only one who noticed it.

"Is it cold in here or is it me?" I wanted to know.

"She's right, it is cold," Dawn nodded.

"I'll check the heat," Dad said, standing up.

He went to the heater and changed the temperature from sixty degrees to seventy degrees. Slowly but surely, it warmed up a little.

"All set. It was on sixty degrees, so I turned it up to seventy degrees," Dad informed us, taking his seat again.

"Thanks. That's better," I said, relieved.

But I was still cold for some reason. So, I decided to go get my sweatshirt and came back down.

"You're still cold?" asked Dawn in disbelief.

I nodded. "I don't know what it is."

Lucky for me, I have an electric blanket. It works wonders at this time of year, when the temperature drops.

I went to bed at ten, the usual time.

The next day, at school, in math, we got our tests back. I had an A- on it. It wasn't as good as an A+, but it was still a good mark.

"Cokie Mason and Mary Anne Spier, please see me after class," said the math teacher.

Now what?

After class, the teacher told us, "Mary Anne and Cokie, please being your tests up to my desk."

We did, setting side by side.

"Tell me what you noticed," the math teacher said sternly.

That was when I noticed the similarities between the papers. Cokie and I had identical scores, and the same incorrect and correct answers! There was definitely something odd about that!

I was going to say something, but Cokie rudely cut me off. "I never cheat, sir."

"You may go then," replied the math teacher. With a smug smirk, Cokie almost skipped out of the room. "Well, this means you'll have to stay after school all week starting tomorrow."

"But I never…," I started.

"I don't want to hear it," the math teacher interrupted me.

I just stormed out the classroom to Gym very angrily. I hate it when no one believes me. Kristy must have seen me fuming because she came over to see me.

"Are you alright, Mary Anne?" asked Kristy, concerned.

"I hate the math teacher," I almost snapped, as I told her what happen. "He believed Cokie and I have to stay after school all week starting tomorrow."

"What?" exclaimed Kristy in shock.

"I tried to tell him I don't cheat, but he didn't let me finish," I whined.

"Oh, wow, that's awful," Kristy said sympathetically.

"I know. Dad would believe me," I said.

"Definitely," said Kristy.

After school, at home, I was doing my homework. Honestly, I didn't hear Dad come home from school because I was still doing homework.

"Hi, honey," said Dad.

I jumped. "Dad! I didn't hear you come home!"

"That's alright," smiled Dad.

"Do you have a minute?" I asked. "It's important."

"I just have to put the work stuff away and I'll come back in here to be with you," replied Dad.

"Okay," I said.

A minute later, I was almost done with my homework when Dad came back in and sat on my bed.

"Is everything okay? You seem worried about something," said Dad.

"First of all, I got my math test with an A-," I began.

"That's terrific," said Dad.

"But the problem was Cokie had the same test score and the same number wrong and correct. I almost say something when Cokie told the math teacher that she never cheats. Guess what? He believed her and lets go her and tells me that I have to stay after school all week starting tomorrow. I tried to tell him I never cheat, but he interrupted me. Why would I cheat?" I asked.

"You'd never do that," Dad agreed, concerned.

"Maybe I should go to the principal tomorrow and tell him. He'll believe me," I said hopefully.

"That's a good idea," nodded Dad.

The next day, I got to school early especially to see the principal. In his office, I told him everything- including how the math teacher interrupted me, when I tried to explain my side of the story. He was so indignant he called the math teacher to his office, to hear his side of the story.

"Mary Anne was just telling me she tried to tell you she never cheats, but you interrupted her," said the principal.

"Why would I cheat? I had my eyes on my own paper during the whole test," I added.

"Cokie probably lied," said the teacher.

"I'll call her down now," said the principal. Pretty soon, Cokie was shuffling through the doors of his office. "Have a seat, Cokie."

She did.

"We just found out Mary Anne was the one who didn't cheat," the principal told her.

"Alright, alright, I cheated off her paper. Okay?" snapped Cokie rudely.

"Why did you lie to me by telling me you never cheat and had me believe you?" the math teacher checked. "Mary Anne had her eyes on her paper for the whole time."

"For that, you're suspended for a week," said the principal firmly. "Mary Anne, you're excused from staying after school."

"Yes, I'm sorry I cut you off," said the math teacher.

"Thanks, I should get to my homeroom now," I said.

"I'll let your teacher know you came here first for something and I'm letting Cokie's folks know that she's going to be suspended for a week," said the principal.

"Okay," I nodded, getting up and heading towards my homeroom.

I felt so much better, after telling the principal about Cokie.

After school, when I came home, I found out that Dad was home from work.

"Hi, Dad," I said cheerfully.

"Hello, Mary Anne. How did it go this morning?" Dad asked curiously.

"Good. I went to the principal and guess what? Cokie lied to the math teacher so he had a talk with her. She confessed and got suspended for a week, so now I'm excused from staying after school," I said excitedly.

"That's good," smiled Dad.

"I know, I'm glad I did," I grinned.