Well it's that time again. Thank you all so much for your reviews it seriously fuels me to write more and faster I really wish that I could update more frequently but as of right now once a week is all I can manage. I enjoy writing this and I'm enjoying this new adventure that I'm taking our favorite girls on it's developing in ways that I hope you all are satisfied with it's pace and development. I know you're itching for them to be see each other already don't worry when it gets there it'll be worth the wait I promise. Also the nicknames will most definitely be explained in due time. Special thanks to my beta for ripping through this so quickly, much appreciated. Enjoy and let me know what you think. Thanks for reading!

PostScript

"David, Becca, Gina, Mark, Emily."

Mrs. Epp calls the first set of students as she lays out their letters across the medium-sized coffee table she keeps in her classroom. She smiles as they rush towards the front of the room excitedly grabbing their respective envelopes. Once the kids go back to their desk she reads the next set of names placing each of them on the coffee table.

"Jason, Nicole, Spencer, Zara, Danielle."

The kids run up to the coffee table and clamber over each other to grab their white envelopes with their name on it. Mrs. Epp looks down at the only envelope left on the table and she sighs, shaking her head softly.

"Spencer." Her tone soft and inviting and a little seven year old Spencer looks up from her science book her face clearly not interested in what her teacher has to say.

"Yes?"

The teacher smirks at her student. The little girl was a bit of a trouble maker and her mind more advanced than her classmates. She made a mental note to suggest to the principal for her student to skip a grade next year.

"Don't you want to come up and get your letter?"

"Do I have to?" She asks unenthusiastically. Spencer's attention is a difficult one to hold. Her interests are set on certain things and if a new topic didn't grab Spencer she will easily let it get away from her.

"Well you don't have to but your pen pal worked really hard to write you this letter the least you can do is write back don't you think?"

Spencer sighs turning in her seat and moving down the row. Her red Chucks sliding across the tile floor. She gets to the carpeted area and lazily drops her hand onto the envelope with her name and trudges back to her seat. Mrs. Epp smiles at her unenergetic student then calls out the next set of children to come up.

Spencer drops in her seat and blows out a puff of air blowing her unruly bangs away from her forehead. She opens up the envelope and pulls the neatly folded letter from its compartment and reads it.

Her eyes narrow as she reads the first line. She can't help the small smile that breaks across her face when she reads Ashley's compliment in reference to her name. Her eyes slowly scan each word as she expects to only read the letter once. She reaches the end of her letter and takes a sheet of paper from her binder. She closes the rings of her binder, her body tense as she tries not to get her fingers caught by the circular metal clasps. The springs are unpredictable so they make the task dangerous. Spencer can't just rip out the pages from the notebook like the rest of her classmates. That would tear the paper, ruining the three perfect circles that line the side of it.

No, Spencer needs things to be neat and in order. She is very organized, while her desk buddy's desk has papers and other odd objects oozing out of it Spencer's continues to stay neat all year round. Her text books lining horizontally on the left side in the order of her class schedule and the corresponding notebook on the right. Spencer looks down at her blank piece of paper and starts on her letter.

Dear Ashley,

Thank you for saying I have a cool name. Your Daddy's name is cool too. I am seven years old too but my birthday isn't until summer. That's really cool that your birthday is on Halloween. My favorite candy is Starbursts but only the red and pink ones, the orange and yellow ones taste gross. I like to ride my bike around my neighborhood. I go super fast, there's a really big hill by my house I ride down it with no hands. My brother taught me how, he's bigger than me. Do you have any brothers or sisters?

Spencer stops and drops her head back staring at the ceiling. The room is quiet as she hears pages turn and soft chatter between her classmates. Her eyes are closed then they open as she feels a looming presence nearby. She peeks one eye open and slides her lips into her mouth shyly, forming it into a thin line.

"Hello there Mrs. Epp."

"Spencer aren't you going to finish your letter?"

"I wrote the rest in invisible ink." She answers with a smile.

"How will your pen pal read it if you write with invisible ink?"

Small shoulders lift slightly and her teacher bends down to eye level and places a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Talk to me Spencer."

"I don't have anything to say to the pen pal."

"Did she ask you questions?" Spencer just nods. "You have nothing to tell her." Mrs. Epp's brow arches as she looks at her student curiously. Spencer sighs, the girl knew plenty of things that she could tell her pen pal she just wants to be certain that no one else will read her letter.

"Spencer only your pen pal will see your letter. I will not read it okay?"

Spencer looks her teacher straight in the eyes to see if there is any false truth to her teacher's declaration. She sees none then nods once then settles back in front her of paper. She watches as her teacher walks around the classroom to check on everyone. Spencer knows that she has a hard time paying attention to certain things as well as people. She gets bored very quickly and her parents tell her it's because her mind works fast and if the topic is too slow or forced she won't bother to pay attention.

Ashley's letter interests her though. She likes how truthful the girl is especially when she thinks about the part in the letter when her pen pal told off the guy at the one hour photo. She didn't know anyone brave enough to speak to an adult like that and Spencer thought it was cool. She picks up her pen and continues with her letter.

Thanks for not asking lots of questions. I don't like it when people ask me lots of stuff either. My teacher says you're only one allowed to read this letter so don't let no one see this but you okay? I'm about to tell you some top secret stuff. I like to pull pranks. I'm really good at it. Last week I took a bunch of crickets from my brother's pet iguana and let them loose in class and they chirped for three days. Then another time I bought a bunch of stink bombs, snuck in during recess and taped them under everyone's chair. After I taped them I set them of so they could explode. When everyone came back the whole classroom smelled bad but I didn't smell nothing because I took one of my mommy's doctor masks and wore it while everyone else had to use their t-shirts. It was really funny. I want to be a doctor like my mommy when I grow up. What do you want to be when you grow up? That's cool that you take pictures. What do you take pictures of? School's almost finished and I have a prank for today that I want to do so I have to leave now.

Sincerely,

Spencer

Spencer rereads her letter and realizes she wants to add something to her letter but being the neat person that she is there's no room before her 'Sincerely' to write it. She raises her hand and once called upon she raises her concern to her teacher.

"When writing a letter and you want to add something after the sign off you can go on the line under your name on the left side of the page and write the letters 'P.S."

She demonstrates the task on the board and Spencer absorbs the information.

"What's that stand for?" She asks curiously, needing to know the foundation of everything that she learns.

"That stands for postscript."

She nods once in understanding then goes back to finish her letter.

P.S. I think you have a cool name too and I think you're funny. I don't think lots of people are funny. I think lots of people are boring but you're not. Bye.

Spencer finishes her letter and puts it in the envelope that the teacher had passed out earlier. She puts Ashley's name on the envelope and hands her letter in. She holds onto the envelope and her teacher smiles as both their hands remain on the letter.

"No one but your pen pal."

Spencer nods and as she walks away Mrs. Epp calls out to her. She quickly turns around and gives the teacher a smirk. The teacher knows.

"What are you up to?"

Spencer shifts her bottom lip up and shrugs then turns around. She sits in her desk and opens up her science text book again as Mrs. Epp instructs the class after they finished their letters. Spencer slips her hand in the small space between her books and pulls out a small remote with two buttons on it. Once Mrs. Epp turns to write on the board she holds the tiny remote and presses the first button then quickly hides remote.

The classroom radio blasts music through the air causing the teacher to jump and the class to shriek in surprise. Mrs. Epp grabs her chest in horror and rushes over to shut off the radio. She checks the stereo and makes sure it's turned off properly. She glances around the room and looks at the tiny blonde who looks at her blankly. The look isn't fooling the teacher though. She knows that Spencer is responsible she just has to figure out how. Though she has not pinned any previous pranks on the blonde Spencer is the only student in her class with enough gall to pull off something like this.

The class settles down after the interruption and Mrs. Epp goes back to her subject of mammals. With her back to the class as she writes on the board Spencer takes the opportunity to lift the remote into range again and presses the second button. The television in the corner of the room turns on. The class giggles as Mrs. Epp tuts and glares at the blonde.

"Spencer."

Spencer drops her mouth open in shock and holds her hands up making sure to leave the remote in the desk.

"It's not me! I'm all the way over here how could I turn on the television and the radio without leaving my chair?"

Her argument flawless since Mrs. Epp is completely unaware of the tiny remote that Spencer took from home. An old clapper sans clap now equipped with remote. The jingle 'clap on, clap off, clap on, clap off, the clapper' is now redundant as Spencer controls the television and radio with two buttons. Not needing to clap keeps her in the" innocent until proven guilty" standard as she uses the ten year old device to get a good chuckle.

The base is plugged into the same outlet as the appliances and the remote controls which appliance turns on and off. A couple of test runs the night before and with Spencer taking advantage of the teacher's momentary discussion with her mother for the last prank she was possibly responsible for gave her a chance to plug in the base. She returned the wires back in the proper location before Mrs. Epp noticed anything.

The teacher grabs the remote and tries to shut off the television. There is no response. Spencer also had a chance to snag the batteries and hide them in a nearby plant. Mrs. Epp groans as she grabs her yard stick and reaches to turn off the television. It is hoisted in the corner near the ceiling to give a fair view for everyone in the room but it's out of reach for a teacher under the five foot. She then sighs once it turns off and goes to put the yard stick back. Spencer presses the button again and it turns back on. The program Sesame Street is playing and the kids cheer in excitement then groan as Mrs. Epp turns it off.

They all erupt in laughter as it turns back on before she can even move the yard stick away from the power button. The Count is on the screen singing happily with bats as he counts to twenty by fives.

"Spencer Carlin!"

"Is innocent." She shouts with a large smile.

Mrs. Epp turns to shut off the television again and holds the power button this time making it difficult for it to turn on again.

"Are you really going to hold your arm up like that until the end of the day?" Spencer asks curiously.

"Yeah Mrs. Epp won't your arm get tired?" Another student asks making the rest of the class giggle along with Spencer.

Mrs. Epp shakes her head as she accepts the fact that she's been outsmarted by a seven year old. Not just any seven year old but Spencer Carlin, who is probably the biggest trouble maker in her class but also clever enough never to get caught. She releases the power button and stands for a few seconds waiting for it to turn back on. Nothing happens and she sighs in relief. She heads back to the board and starts to write on the board. She closes her eyes in defeat as she hears a familiar song.

"C is for cookie that's good enough for me."

Mrs. Epp drops her arm and leans her forehead against the chalk board. The class sings along with Cookie Monster, the type of singing where it's just shouting and she turns from the board and instructs them to close their books. She reluctantly decides that they'll finish the rest of the day with Sesame Street. She's sure that they didn't hear her as they dance along with the puppet on the television and sing along.

"C is for cookie that's good enough for me. Oh cookie, cookie, cookie starts with C!"

Spencer laughs at her classmates and quickly joins them. She catches her teacher's gaze and gives her a large toothy smile. Mrs. Epp shakes her head and she thinks to herself 'well played Spencer'. Mrs. Epp sits at her desk as her students watch the show for the last half hour of the day while she gets the pen pal letters ready to send out with tomorrow's mail.

Spencer reaches home later in the day and climbs onto the counter to get a can of Chef Boyardee Ravioli her favorite.

"Hey stupid."

"Your face is stupid." She says quickly not needing to look out from inside the cabinet to know her brother just walked into the room.

His reply never comes as his little sister gets the one- up on him every time. She smiles at his silence and she jumps down with ease. Arthur comes into the kitchen, his presence ceasing any more jabs.

"Dad, Spencer said my face is stupid." Glen whines. He never ceases to amaze his sister about how much of a tattle tale he was, especially when he always starts it.

"Only 'cause it is." She says as she hands the can of food to her dad to heat up. He looks at his daughter.

"Spencer, apologize to your brother."

Her little eyes squint up at her dad and his warm gaze does nothing to change her task at hand. She stretches her hand out to emphasize that she would like for him to make her ravioli. He takes the can and points to his son. She sighs and looks at Glen.

"I'm sorry you have a stupid face."

"Hey!"

Arthur just chuckles and Glen hits his sister leaving before she can retaliate. It's no matter she'll pull something on him later. She watches as Arthur grabs a saucepan from the bottom cabinet and opens up the canned food.

"You're going to spoil your dinner hun."

"I'm hungry now dad besides we always have to wait for mommy to come home and she always takes so long. Do you want me to starve to death?"

He shakes his head at his dramatic child and heats up the food.

"So what did you do at school today?"

Spencer thinks back and decides not to tell her father about the prank she pulled. Then her mind goes to the pen pal as she remembers telling Ashley about it. She realizes that Ashley is the only person she's ever told about her pranks mostly because she knows her classmates would tell if she shared that information with anyone else. Glen would tell her parents. It was her own little secret and it felt good to finally share it with someone. Thinking about the letter made her want to go and read it again which is unusual since she's used to only reading things once. Once she learns information it sticks with her and there's no excitement reading the same thing over again. This time though the thrill of reading what Ashley wrote is even more than the first time she read it in school. She can't wait until she gets another one.

"Earth to tough stuff."

Spencer looks up at her dad, she had zoned out thinking of the brunette's words. "Tough stuff" is what he calls her as she is known to handle herself. Having an older brother she wrestles, plays sports and rides her bike recklessly and every time she got hurt she got over it quickly. Scrapes, bruises, and being teased makes Spencer the tough little girl that she is. She is only soft with one person and she looks up at him with a smile as he puts the now warm ravioli in a small bowl.

He places it on the breakfast table and lifts her onto the chair. The action unnecessary but extremely welcomed as her dad sits her down and takes a seat of his own.

"So tough stuff…school?"

Spencer blows on a ravioli and nods too busy happily chewing to answer. Once done she answers her father knowing he'll just keep asking until she gives him a real answer.

"School was good. We wrote to pen pals today. My pen pal said I have a cool name. Then we did some science and we got to watch Sesame Street."

"I wonder why." He says as he stares at his daughter warily. She just shrugs.

"The teacher couldn't keep the television off." She smirks softly then quickly shoves the pseudo pasta into her mouth before her father can catch the gesture.

They have small talk about her school work as she finishes her food. Once done Spencer drags her backpack up the stairs and into her room. She quickly rifles through her bag dismissing her homework for the moment and opens up Ashley's letter. She sits on the floor and reads it again. Giggling as she reads the funny parts. Once she's done she goes into her closet and grabs the box that usually holds her red Converse. She decides to place it in the box for safe keeping until she can ask her mother to bring her to a craft store so she can get a box specifically for her letters from Ashley.

She closes the box and gets her books ready to do her homework. She sets up all the necessary books in the order she plans on doing her assignments. Once she settles down in her seat she takes her pen and starts to write on the page. She nibbles her lip as she turns in her chair and looks at box she left on the floor.

"Just one more time." She says as she pushes her chair out and sits on her knees opening the box to read the letter.

She reads the letter three more times throughout the rest of the night and one last time before she goes to bed.

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