A/N: Thanks for reading and reviewing the previous chapter! I really appreciate it! I hope you'll love this next chapter, just as much!

Disclaimer: I only own Alana Santos, August Fressler and Atlas Diaz.

The following morning, Spencer sat alone at his desk, in his second grade classroom. Although, he enjoyed the fifth grade, he missed the second grade. So he decided to come back. The only other person in the room, was Alana. Everyone else was yet to be seen or heard from. Spencer seemed to be worried about his friends.

"Mrs. Santos," he said.

"Yes, Spencer," Alana asked as she looked up from her desk. "Do you need something?"

"Where is the rest of the class," asked Spencer.

"Oh, they probably just haven't arrived at school yet," Alana didn't seem to be bothered by the fact that most her students were not in the room. "I'm sure they'll all be here, soon. Besides, we still have at least twenty minutes before school officially starts."

Outside, behind the large tree near the jungle gym, was the rest of Alana's class. Well, everyone, except Emily. Everyone was wondering where she could be.

"She told us to meet here, right," asked Kevin.

"Well, this is the only tree near the jungle gym," said Maeve. "So, yeah, I'm assuming she meant here."

Suddenly, Grant had a very worried expression on his face. JJ had noticed it. "Do you need to poop," she asked as she wrinkled up her nose. "You look like your constipated."

"I'm not constipated. This is my worried face," said Grant. He was somewhat embarrassed now.

"Are you sure," asked Tara. "It does kind of look like a constipated face."

"I'm not constipated! I'm worried," Grant said, through gritted teeth.

JJ and Tara held up their hands in defense. "Okay, okay," they said in unison.

JJ leaned over to Tara and whispered, "Someone sure is a constipated grouch."

Tara agreed as she giggled.

"What's so funny," asked Grant.

Tara stopped giggling. "Nothing," she quickly said. "JJ was just telling me a really funny joke about…" she paused for a moment to think. "about a cat and a talking tree. So, what are you worried about," she asked Grant.

"Well, seeing how Emily isn't here yet," Grant began. "What if we all accidentally came to the wrong school today," there was fear in his voice.

The other students looked around at the their surroundings.

"It looks like the same school that we've been going to," said Jason. "I mean I don't see how we could have ended up at the wrong school today. Our parents or bus drivers are the ones who dropped us off today and every day."

"Or maybe Emily is the one at the wrong school, right now," suggested Aaron. "Has anyone ever thought of that? No, because you all only think about yourselves. No one among this group has ever thought about putting the blame on our dear friend, Emily," anger was beginning to rise in his voice as his classmates scooted away from him. "Well, today I say, 'NO MORE'! NO MORE EXCLUDING EMILY FROM THE BLAME PARTY! WHO'S WITH ME," he shouted as he threw his fists in the air.

There was a moment of awkward silence, until everyone heard a crumpling sound. The sound had startled some of them, while others were curious as to what it was.

"Did that tree just fart," asked Kate.

"Or maybe Grant farted," suggested JJ. "He was constipated a few minutes ago."

"I was not constipated and I did not fart," Grant said through gritted teeth.

"I think there's a scary monster inside the tree," Penelope fearfully said.

Everyone began arguing about what the noise could have possibly been, until Stephen shushed them all. "Hey, be quiet," he demanded in a whisper. "I think the noise is getting closer!"

Everyone became silent as the noise approached closer to them. They were all ready to run, until they heard a voice.

"Sorry, I'm late, everyone," Emily had suddenly arrived. "I had to rescue a grasshopper from a tree. The poor thing was absolutely terrified," she shook her head in sympathy.

"Uh… Emily, why do you have brown paper bags on your feet," asked Elle. She and everyone else couldn't help but noticed the bags on Emily's feet. "Are you wearing them for a disguise? Were we all supposed to wear disguises too, today?"

Emily looked down at her feet. "Oh, these silly things? No, they are not a disguise," she said. "I just wanted to make a fashion statement today. Do you all like them," she stood on one foot and raised the other foot as she jiggled it for her classmates, causing it to make the same sound the students had heard moments ago.

"So that's what that crumpling noise was," said David. "It was just the bags on your feet, Emily."

Emily put her foot down. "Yep. Okay let's get going. We have a friend to rescue from the fifth grade," she said.

"Wait, aren't you gonna explain everything to us," asked Kate. "You told us that once we all met up at this tree, you would explain the mission to us."

Emily stared at Kate for a moment. "Um…. Well… there really isn't anything to explain, but… if it'll help you sleep at night, then I guess I can explain it to you," she said. "Okay, here it goes… we're gonna sneak over to the fifth grade windows, look in and see if we can see Spencer. If we see him, then we're gonna rescue him."

"But what if we don't see Spencer," asked Luke. "Then what are we supposed to do?"

Emily was silent for a moment. "I really hadn't have thought of that, yet," she said. She paused for a moment as she was thinking. "Well, if we don't see him, then we'll attack the fifth grade and make them tell us where he is."

"Sounds like a fun plan to me," said Will.

"Great. I'm glad you see it my way," said Emily. "Now let's go."

Atlas Diaz was sitting down at his desk and enjoying a morning snack, when he noticed a group of small children, standing outside the window and looking in. Everyone else in the classroom, including the teacher, August Fressler, was too busy to even notice the children. Smiling and waving at the children, Atlas picked up the bag of candy he had on his desk and walked over to the window with it.

The group of smaller children backed away from the window, as Atlas approached, nearer. He opened the window and greeted them. "Hi, I'm Atlas," he cheerfully said. "What brings you all to the fifth grade side of school?"

At first, the children were slightly afraid, until Emily bravely stepped forward. "We want our genius back," she demanded.

The others also stepped forward, right next to Emily. "Yeah, we had him first," said Derek. "And we want him back, right now."

For a brief moment, Atlas was confused, until he realized who they were talking about. "Oh! You mean Spencer," he said. "Yeah, he's a really cool kid. You all are his second grade friends, right," he guessed.

"That's right," said JJ. "Now where is he?"

Atlas shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know," he answered. "I haven't seen him, yet today. Maybe my teacher can help you with that. Hey Mr. Fressler," he called out to his teacher. "These second graders have a very important question for you."

With a slightly confused look on his face, August walked over to the window, where Atlas and the group of second graders were waiting. He knelt down, so he could be eye level with the second graders.

"What can I help you all with," he asked the children.

"You can help us, by giving our genius back to us," Emily boldly said.

"Yeah, and don't act like you don't know who we're talking about," David chimed in. "You know exactly who it is."

"Now, are you gonna tell us where he is or are we gonna have to force the answer out of you," JJ held up a fist.

"Well, I certainly don't want any trouble," said the August. "Your friend, Spencer decided he wasn't ready for the fifth grade," he answered. "He decided to go back to the second grade."

While the second graders were happy to hear that, Atlas was somewhat disappointed. "Oh man. I was hoping he would have stayed here," he said. "I'm glad I got to meet him, though. He seemed really cool," the smile was back on Atlas' face.

"You kids better get back on over to your second grade classroom," said August. "School will be starting in about five more minutes. Your teacher will probably be wondering where you all are."

"You're not gonna tell her we were here, are you," asked Stephen. There was some fear in his voice.

"Of course not," said August. "This little meeting will just be our little secret."

"That's right. It'll be our little secret," said JJ. "or I'll have to come back here, tomorrow with my soccer ball," she threatened.

"Trust me, you don't want that to happen," said Derek. "If you make JJ mad, she'll kick a soccer ball at you."

"Well, I certainly wouldn't want to make her mad, either," said August. "It was nice meeting you all. Come back when you can stay longer, okay?"

The second graders agreed with the fifth grade teacher.

"Do you all want some candy to take with you, back to your classroom," Atlas held the bag of candy out in front of the group of smaller children. "Help yourselves."

Without any hesitation, each of the second graders reached into the bag and pulled out a handful of candy. They all thanked him for sharing with them, to which Atlas replied with a very kind, "You're welcome."

"Can I take some back for Spencer too, please," asked Maeve.

"Sure," said Atlas.

Spencer was sitting at his desk and quietly reading a book, when suddenly he felt two hands on his shoulders. He jumped slightly at the touch, but relaxed a bit, when he heard the voice of the person.

"Spencer! You came back to us," Haley joyfully said as she released her hands from Spencer's shoulders.

Spencer turned around and smiled as he saw each of his classmates, standing there. "Hi, everyone," he said. "I'm sorry I wasn't here yesterday. Mrs. Santos and my parents really thought the fifth grade was where I needed to be," he explained.

"Was it," asked Beth.

Spencer was quiet for a moment. "It was okay, but it just wasn't the same, without any of you to talk to," he said. "That's when I knew I had to come back to the second grade."

"You made the right choice, Spence," said JJ. "We really missed you, when you were gone yesterday."

"I missed all of you too," said Spencer. "Even though I was only gone for one day, it seemed like a year."

"It was more like a hundred years for us," said Emily. "We felt completely tortured without you here. You better not be skipping anymore grades, again," she warned.

"I won't. I promise," said Spencer.

End of chapter seven. I'd love to know what you all thought. So, please leave me some reviews. I'd really appreciate it. I'll have chapter eight posted as soon as possible.