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Carly held the crumpled up piece of notebook paper in her hand. What started off as an innocent conversation of notes between two friends during school hours turned into something way different. She read the message once more:

I always do something wrong.

Something about those words caught her off guard. Normally when she read Sam's messages in school, she could see the humor in it. This time she couldn't. Carly turned around to ask Sam what she had meant and was met with an empty chair.

'What? Where'd Sam go?!' Carly was stunned to see her friend missing. She quickly looked to the front of the class to see that Sam was standing at the whiteboard with a marker enclosed in her hand. The teacher was standing next to her, waiting for her to write something. Apparently Carly was so engrossed in figuring out the note, that she hadn't heard Sam get called up to answer a question.

"Now Carly, can you write down the definitions of the words I've written on the board?" Mr. Slater asked as Sam pulled at the collar of her shirt.

'Oy, why'd he have to pick on me--er Carly?' Sam thought as she looked over the various words written down in blue marker on the whiteboard.

Speakeasy

Bootleg

Flapper

Prohibition

The Great Depression

'Ugh, I can't do this!' Sam thought angrily as she read. 'Are these even history words? What in the world is a flapper?' She put her marker to the board and turned around to look at her friend, in hopes she could give her some sort of clue. When Carly realized this, she held up two fingers with one hand, then made a zero with her other hand.

'What? A two, and an O? The heck?' Sam thought, trying to read her best friend's clue.

"Carly, we're waiting." Mr. Slater stated as Sam turned back towards him.

"Oh, right, heh, sorry." Sam gulped and decided to try her best, for Carly's sake. Her eyes skimmed the words until she fell upon bootleg. 'Alright, Carls, Freddork, and I had to help those cops catch that bootleg dude even though he technically wasn't bootlegging. So a bootleg is...' Sam started to write down the definition.

Bootleg- An illegal copy of a movie that is...

'No! Sam, that's not right!' Carly slapped her forehead. She knew Sam was actually trying, but it was still wrong. 'I've got to help her out..' Carly thought as she grabbed a pen and wrote down the definitions on a scrap piece of paper in lightning speed. When she finished she realized Sam had finished with bootleg and was now looking to find another definition to butcher. 'I can't throw this piece of paper at her, Mr. Slater will see.' Carly quickly noted. 'I have to get this to her somehow.' She thought as she raised her hand. Mr. Slater noticed this and sighed.

"Yes, Samantha?" He asked.

"May I blow my nose?"

"If you must." He rolled his eyes.

"Thanks." Carly replied. 'Skunkbag..' She thought. Slowly she got up and hid the small piece of paper in her hand. By now, Sam had turned around and watched as Carly got up and walked past her. Sam, being a master at the art of deception, realized her friend was up to something. Her thoughts were confirmed when Carly discreetly pressed the small piece of paper into her hand as she walked by. Mr. Slater didn't notice this and stepped away from his desk as he let Carly get by to use a tissue. After faking a honk into one, she threw it into the garbage can and walked back to her seat.

'Nice one Carly!' Sam thought happily as she looked at the small piece of paper in her hand. She erased her definition for bootleg and started to write down the correct one.

Meanwhile, Carly sat back in her seat, extremely relieved that all went well. That was, until a girl named Lily leaned forward in her seat and tapped Carly on the back.

"Hey Sam! What was on that note you gave Carly just now?" She asked loudly as she let a gum bubble pop obnoxiously.

"Lily!" Carly exclaimed quietly as Mr. Slater perked up.

"What was that now?" He asked as he walked over to who he thought was Sam.

'Great, loud Lily strikes again.' Carly thought to herself as she saw Mr. Slater walk over to her.

"What's this about a note Samantha?" He eyed Carly questionably.

"Um what note?" Carly shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

"CHA! You know, the one you just gave to Carly when you got up!" Lily playfully shoved Carly by the shoulder, unaware that she was getting her in trouble.

"Lily, would you shut up?" Carly whispered angrily. The girl was getting on her last nerve.

"Is this true?" Mr. Slater stared down Carly.

"No. I have no idea what she's.."

"It was cool!" Lily cut her off. "They did this secret exchange like in a James Bond movie!"

'Lily! Just shut the heck up! Man, what I wouldn't give to....' Carly then realized something. 'I'm sick of being nice! And even Sam wants me to act out, so you know what? No holding back...'

"...Like I wonder what was on that note?" Lily thought out loud.

"Man you're stupid!" Carly yelled to her. "Don't you understand what shut up means? Sheesh!" The classroom became dead silent.

"Gee, like where'd that come from?" Lily asked as she twirled a piece of hair in her fingers and sat back in her seat. Carly felt like punching her in the face but wouldn't go to that extent, even for Sam's image.

"That's enough!" Mr. Slater yelled out. "Samantha, if you think it's funny to try and pass notes to your friend DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF MY CLASSROOM then you can do the assignment on the board!" He pointed angrily to the whiteboard where Sam was just standing there in awe, watching Carly apparently dish it out to the classroom airhead. "Carly, you may be seated."

"Uh ok." Sam put down the marker and walked back towards her seat. As Carly passed her, Sam whispered in her ear quickly. "Hey, just write any stupid thing up there. They don't deserve the right definitions."

'You know, I think I will.' Carly thought to herself as she picked up the marker. This whole situation had her furious with Lily and Mr. Slater, that she didn't even care if she did anything bad right now. She looked at the words and started to write down her definitions. Meanwhile Mr. Slater walked over and faced the front of the class.

"Now let this be a reminder to you all. If you're caught passing notes, there will be consequences."

"Next time we won't be caught." Sam muttered to herself, glaring at Lily. What she wouldn't give right now to beat her up, but she was Carly so she had to let it go.

"Alright, I'm done." Carly said proudly as she turned around to face the class.

"Very well then Samantha, let's see how well you botched this up." Mr. Slater stated gruffly as he turned around, expecting to see a bunch of failed attempts on the white board. He wasn't expecting what he saw though.

Speakeasy- Something loudmouth Lily can't do!

Bootleg- Leg with a boot on it. Duh.

Flapper- Mr. Slater's lips when he's yelling.

Prohibition- I dunno. Don't bears do that when it's time for winter?

The Great Depression- This class!

Carly watched as the class read the board and started to giggle and laugh. She even saw Sam start to crack up.

'Those are hilarious Carly! Didn't know you had it in you!' Sam congratulated her friend's misbehavior.

"GRAB YOUR THINGS AND REPORT TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE! NOW!" Mr. Slater's face became red in anger. Carly's pride started to falter.

'Crap!' She thought. She had never been sent to the prinicipal's office for something like this before, and didn't know what to expect. Quietly she walked over to her desk. Along the way she got various high fives and comments like 'way to go Sam' from her classmates. Even though Carly was nervous about leaving, the amount of support from the classroom felt...good. She finally got to her own desk and started to grab her backpack.

"Dude, don't freak about about the principal." Sam whispered to her. Carly looked back at her.

"How'd you know I was freaking?"

"Well after he yelled at you, you looked like you were going to puke. Don't worry about it. You know Principal Franklin. He's a nice guy. One of the few in this school. Just explain what happened and take whatever punishment he gives. I'll deal with it later." Sam advised her.

"Ok." Carly agreed. She slung her backpack over her shoulder. 'Weird. Sam hates all teachers, but the principal she gives an A-OK to.'

"Oh, and you can just walk straight into his office. He won't be surprised to see me. As I've said before, I always do something bad to get sent there!" Sam laughed. "I'm just surprised you actually got me sent there first period! That's a record Carly Shay!" Carly turned back towards her.

'That's right! I wanted to talk to Sam about what she wrote in that note!' Carly glanced at her friend with a look of confusion on her face. This time Sam said the statement in fun, that much Carly could tell. 'But this was the second time she's said something like that today.' Carly's brow furrowed in thought.

"Samantha, stop dawdling!" Mr. Slater stood by the phone, dialing the main office to notify them of their visitor.

"I'm going!" Carly quickly assured him as she walked over to the door. 'Sorry. I'll have to talk to you later..' Carly thought as she looked at her best friend once more. Sam gave her a thumbs up of confidence and smiled. Carly gave her a thumbs up back, wondering what was she was really thinking.

"AND BY THE WAY, PROHIBITION AND HIBERNATION ARE TOTALLY DIFFERENT!" Mr. Slater yelled out as she disappeared.

Seems like Carly enjoyed being the bad girl for once eh? (Well except for the whole punishment thing!) Also, she's starting to notice things about her best friend. Future chapters are going to start being eye openers for the two girls!

Anyways, hope you liked this one! I love writing out the silly stuff, but there's going to be some dramatic stuff too! I'm trying to balance them out.

(PS-Can anyone guess what Carly's hint to Sam meant when she was at the whiteboard?)