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Mels and Amelia giggled like a prankster duo as they neared the school. Rory tagged along behind, continuously asking what was going on. Around them, students were all minding their own business, playing basketball or skipping rope.

'Just tell me,' Rory pleaded. 'What's so funny?'

Mels smirked. 'Just wait until class starts. Then Miss would see it.'

Rory pouted. 'Just tell me now. What's the difference?'

'Oh, just you wait.' Amelia grinned, a deadly evil glint was in her eyes.

Rory cringed back. 'Uh, okay. But can't you just give me a clue?'

Amelia scrunched up her face, pondering. 'Hm, why not. One tiny, tiny clue. Alright, Mels?'

Mels shrugged and nodded. 'Why not. So-'

'So it's about that History homework Miss gave us two weeks ago,' Amelia interrupted. 'About the Roman legion.'

Mels gave her an annoyed look. 'I was going to say that.'

Amelia rolled her eyes and continued. 'I may have bent the rules a little. But that's all for now. Come on, Rory, wait a bit. It'll be worth it.'

Rory fiddled with a blue sticky note pad. Mels eyed it curiously. 'What's that?'

Rory showed her. 'Oh,' Mels muttered. 'Looks just like the Raggedy Doctor's Tardis. But, hey, can you lend me that? Like, all of it?'

Amelia peered at her. 'Why?'

'You'll see.'

Amelia dropped her paper on the teacher's desk. Mels stifled a giggle, luring the teacher's attention to her. Everyone in the entire school, students, teachers, all of them knew the infamous troublemaker Mels Zucker, and when she giggled, it meant something very bad was about to happen.

The teacher looked around her classroom, suspicious that Mels was up to something. Again.

The last student turned in her homework and she clapped her hands to get the class's attention. 'Okay, everyone,' she called. 'I see you have all turned in your homework, yes?' Nods rippled across the room. 'Please open your textbooks to page fifty-two and begin reading Chapter Six.'

She sat down and began marking the papers.

Amelia and Mels flipped open their books and set them in front of them. They turned, cheeky grins hidden by the barrier of the books. Rory peered at them and at the teacher curiously, eager to know what the girls were up to.

The teacher slipped the marked homework aside and grabbed Amelia Pond's homework. Mels, Amelia and Rory watched as their teacher's face twisted into a look of disgust. Mels and Amelia snickered.

The teacher whipped her head up, eyes wide with fury directed at Amelia. Rory cringed. 'Amelia Pond!' she called, anger radiating through her voice. 'Come up here at once. And wipe that grin off your face, Mels,' she added.

Mels ducked her head, laughs bursting out of her as Amelia walked to the front of the classroom, smiling widely as the teacher glared daggers at her. Rory looked back and forth at Mels and Amelia with the teacher, eager to know what the girls did.

The entire class had put down their books and were watching the scene. The teacher held up Amelia's paper in front of the class to see. On it, the title written in big bold letters, was Invasion Of The Hot Italians.

The class burst into laughter.

Rory's forehead planted itself on the table as he laughed. Mels leaned back, holding her stomach, laughing like a Wicked Witch of the West. Amelia stood in front of the classroom, grinning and giggling uncontrollably as the teacher glared at her class.

'Be quiet, everyone!'

Laughs continued as if she had said nothing.

'Five!'

'Whoa!' Mels chair fell backwards, hitting the floor. More laughs arose.

'Four!'

It might as well have been yelling into a thunderstorm.

'Three!'

Amelia doubled over, snorting and snickering with the class.

'Two!'

Some kids covered their mouths, stifling giggles.

'One and a half!'

Rory straightened up, still smiling.

'One and a quarter!'

The storm of laughs faded to a few giggles here and there.

'And one.'

Silence with plenty of grins.

The teacher spun around, glaring at Amelia. 'Principal's office, young lady,' she ordered. 'Now.'

Amelia pouted and smiled at the same time as her teacher handed her the paper and sent her out into the hallway.

'Yes? This is Ms Sharon Pond speaking?'

'Hi, I'm your niece's teacher.'

'Oh, yes! Ms Smith. Amelia's told me a lot about your teachings about History and the Roman legion.'

'Has she now?'

'Oh, very much so. She loves your subject.'

'A bit too much, I suppose.'

'What do you mean?'

'Well, it's just. Your niece's choice of titles for her homework...did you take a look at that?'

'No. Just let me get her paper.'

'She called it-'

'Oh. My. Gosh. AMELIA! GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!'

'I was wondering-'

'Oh, I'm so sorry. It's just...Amelia's a little grownup for her age. Maybe a bit too grownup but-'

'I was wondering-'

'She never told me she loved the Romans this much but-'

'Ms Pond? I was wondering whether Amelia and Mels Zucker were the ones who stuck sticky notes all over the principal's office? It's literally covered with blue sticky notes. Everywhere.'

The principal stared at his office. Square pieces of blue paper were stuck on every corner. Not an inch was exposed.

He gritted his teeth and growled.

'Mels Zucker again, right? Oh, wait till I get my hands on that little troublemaker.' He turned around and stared at the empty hallway. 'Wasn't she right there?'

Meanwhile, outside the principal's window, Mels peered into it with a pair of binoculars. Amelia and Rory hid in the bushes behind her. 'Well?' Amelia hissed. 'Does he look like a frog now?'

Mels smirked. 'Or a toad. Thanks, Rory.'

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