It's been a while, sorry, but I have other stories. ^.^ Enjoy the chapter.

I know I promised a few this last week...but I'm one day late. Sorry?

Oh, and I don't know about the French class thing, or the Science class essay thing, because I don't do either of those. But if those are wrong, just ignore it and enjoy...!

Disclaimer: I do not own House of Anubis.

11. Stealing all of Amber's makeup is a very bad idea.

"Alfie!" Amber screeched. "Jerome!"

Alfie poked his head into Amber's room. "Oh, hello, Amber," he said, quite cheerily. "Something wrong?"

"Yes, something's wrong," Amber glared at him, putting her hands on her hips. Alfie widened his eyes slightly and swallowed. When a girl-especially Amber-put her hands on her hips, things were about to get ugly. At least that's what Alfie thought, anyway. Jerome seemed to think it was when the girl slapped you things get ugly. He would know, wouldn't he?

"Erm," Alfie said, finding his voice, "what is it?"

"Someone took all of my makeup, and someone will have to pay."

Alfie drew in a breath. It was when a girl enunciated every other word you could tell they were about to get going, too.

"Oh, er," Alfie cleared his throat, suddenly very nervous. Maybe it this wouldn't be as much of a laugh as Jerome said it would. Trying to keep his voice from getting high Alfie said, "well, someone shouldn't have done it, huh?"

Amber pursed her lips. "Someone better fess up before someone gets their face pounded in."

Alfie's eyes widened all the way. "Amber, isn't that a little extreme?"

"Then SOMEONE needs to give it back!"

Alfie cringed at the octave of Amber's voice, and he could feel his will crumbling. "Uh, yeah, Amber," Alfie knew his voice squeaked, but he didn't care. "Right. You're makeup is coming right up." Alfie grinned at her. "Heh. Makeup, coming up? Get what I did there?"

"Now!"

When Alfie told Jerome about his conversation with Amber later, Jerome had given him a look of understanding. Nodding, Jerome said, "I agree, mate. I know what Amber's wrath feels like. And trust me-" he rubbed the bump on the back of his head, "it's not pretty."

12. Pretending to be an alien in front of Alfie will result in detention.

"Eek!" Alfie let out a very girly scream. Running into his French lesson he cried, "Eek!"

Ms. Valentine looked at Alfie, amused. "Yes, very good, Alfie," she said, "a nice way to enter French class. Now," she turned to the rest of the class, "settle down. Today we will-"

"Eek!" Alfie cried. Ms. Valentine-along with the rest of the class-turned to look at him. "Eek!"

"Yes, Alfred," Mrs. Valentine said, "we heard you the first time."

Alfie took no indication that he had heard her use of his first name, and instead said, with wide eyes, "Eek!"

"Why," said Amber, "are you saying eek?"

Alfie looked at her and cringed slightly. The makeup incident was not forgotten, and she was now enunciating. Nothing good was going to happen. But despite the signs of danger, Alfie would not let it get to his good mood.

"Yes," Ms. Valentine said, smiling, "I am sure that is what we all would like to know."

"Alien," Alfie panted out of excitement, "Alien-in our-school."

"Alien?" Ms. Valentine raised an eyebrow. "Where?"

"There!" Alfie pointed behind him where suddenly, a cliché, classic, rubbery looking-and tall, Ms. Valentine noted-alien emerged. It raised its arms above its head and waved it around.

"Beep, bop, boop," said the 'alien'.

Alfie gasped. "He-he's saying that he's here to take control of humans and control the school!"

Ms. Valentine crossed her arms. "Alfie," she said, "take a look around. Have you noticed that the only person from class missing is Jerome?"

The class stifled their laughter while Alfie looked around, confused. "Yes, but-"

"Jerome," Ms. Valentine said, "or should I say, alien, take off your mask. Now."

Uh oh. She was enunciating. Slowly, Jerome took of the mask. Alfie stared at Jerome in shock.

"J-Jerome!" he stuttered. "Did the alien eat you?"

While Jerome was busy facepalming, and the class was busy laughing, Ms. Valentine was busy writing Jerome a detention.

"A three day detention will do the trick," said Ms. Valentine. "Or should I saw beep, bop, boop?"

13. 'My dog ate my homework' is a bad excuse, as pets are not allowed.

Joy was nervous, but also determined. Her other housemates-even Mara, she did Harry Potter-had been able to complete a task-this should be easy, right? Walking up to Mr. Sweet's desk, Joy cleared her throat. Sweetie looked up.

"Joy?"

"Erm, hello, Mr. Sweet," Joy gave a small smile. "You know that essay you assigned us on how to compare chemicals?"

Mr. Sweet looked expectantly at her. Joy took that for a yes.

"Well," Joy paused. She could not believe she was about to do this. "I was unable to finish it."

Mr. Sweet furrowed his brow. "Why, Joy? You have always been a nice, neat student. You have never failed me before." Sweetie looked up at her. "Alright, Joy," he suddenly he looked tired. "Why were you unable to finish it?"

Joy tried to keep a stoic expression. "It's simple, really. I had it all finished-typed and written, then printed out-when," Joy grimaced. "I'm sorry, Mr. Sweet, but my dog ate my homework."

Mr. Sweet almost spit out the tea he had been drinking. Choking it down, he cried, "What?"

Joy smiled sweetly at her teacher. "Yeah. My dog-Lucy's her name-at my homework. Anyway," she continued, hiding a grin as she noticed Mr. Sweet's bewildered stare and gaping mouth, "I'll have it turned in by Monday." She waved at her teacher. "Have a good day."

Then, turning, Joy left a flabbergasted Eric Sweet behind her. She grinned to herself. Okay, maybe that was fun. Just a little.

14. I will not answer everything with, 'you have no proof'.

"…and Vous êtes tous ridicules means, 'You are all ridiculous'. Any questions?"

Eddie raised his hand. "Um, yeah. Do you really think of us like that?"

Ms. Valentine smiled slightly and ignored him. "Questions, questions…hmm, Jerome?"

Jerome, with a straight face, replied, "You have no proof."

Ms. Valentine blinked at him, clearly unsettled and surprised. "What?"

Jerome smirked. "You have no proof."

"Ah, I see," said Ms. Valentine as the rest of the class snickered, "Well, you obviously think otherwise."

Jerome's face showed nothing. "You have no proof."

Ms. Valentine pursed her lips. "Hm. Well, I have all of France saying it. And I will say it again- vous êtes tous ridicules; you all are ridiculous." She turned to Eddie. "Yes, I suppose I do mean it."

Eddie, who was snickering behind his hand, managed to say, "Thanks," before laughing again. Ms. Valentine turned back to Jerome. "Well, Jerome, do you have anything else to say?"

"You have no proof."

The class giggled again.

"Okay," said Ms. Valentine. "So if I were to say I would give you a week's detention, what would you say to that?"

Jerome paled slightly but tossed back resiliently, "You have no proof."

Ms. Valentine raised an eyebrow. "You will have a detention if you don't stop this."

Jerome swallowed. "You have no proof."

Later Jerome wondered why he did that particular task. It wasn't fair-it was funny, yes, but being sent to see Sweetie, and having to contact his father was not…

15. Switching places with my twin is not acceptable.

Seven people in Anubis house-Jerome, Nina, Fabian, Eddie, Amber, Joy, and Mara-stood staring, open-mouthed, at the scene in front of them.

"Is-" Mara seemed to be the one who regained her voice first, "is-is that Patricia? Flirting with Alfie?"

Jerome cringed slightly. He knew Mara would never be like Amber, but girls and enunciating…

"It-" Nina swallowed, "it appears so."

Amber flared. "Why is Patricia flirting with Alfie?"

The males there-Jerome, Eddie, and Fabian-all cringed away from Amber. They each shuddered. Amber was enunciating…This was not looking good for either Patricia or Alfie.

"Yeah," Eddie spoke up. "Why is he flirting with my girlfriend?"

"I don't know," said Joy, "but have you noticed Patricia's been out of sorts all day?"

"Right," said Fabian, "she's actually nice. A bit frightening, really."

The rest of the house nodded their agreement.

"I mean," Fabian continued, "this morning, when I dropped my books, instead of laughing, she actually helped me and picked them up! It was weird."

"And instead of calling me Krueger or something," added Eddie, "she said, 'Hi, Eddie' then sat down at the table without saying something snarky or kissing me. In fact, she sat next to Alfie!"

"Yeah!" cried Amber. "In my seat!"

"This is certainly weird," said Nina. "Should we go and confront her?"

"NO!" yelled the rest of the house as one. Nina stared at them, surprised.

"Sorry, Nina," apologized Fabian, "it's just-you never confront Patricia about something. Ever."

"Yeah," Eddie nodded, agreeing. "I learned that the hard way."

"Once, I confronted Patricia about reading Twilight," said Joy. "Things went downhill from there."

"Yeah, Nins," Amber replied, "you never want to confront Patricia."

The three boys of Anubis house shared a look. Amber was enunciating awfully a lot…

Somewhere else, not at the school of the Chosen One and the Osirian and all of the creepy Egyptian mystery, another girl with red locks sat at the piano.

"No, no, no!" cried to teacher. "You do not hit the D key! You need to hit the F key!"

"I'm going to be hitting more than piano keys in a second," replied the redhead grumpily.

"Piper!" cried the teacher. "You have never been more rude, and you're usually nicer! What has gotten into you!"

If only you knew, thought 'Piper'. If only you knew.

If only.

~D