A/N: Cool. We've passed the half way point. Only two more days after this. So sad it's almost over.

Notes: The same universe as Marker.

Disclaimer: Nope.

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Day 5

Onomatopoeia

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"I don't want to do this. I really don't feel right about doing this."

"Well if you keep fidgeting and acting all nervous, people will notice."

"But that's my point. They're going to find out, and we're going to be in so much trouble!"

Toph rolled her eyes. The hardest thing about dealing with Aang was his guilt-tripping conscience. If she ever suggested anything that was even the slightest bit unorthodox, dangerous, illegal, or some combination of the three, the little voice in his head would immediately start yapping it up about how they should rethink their options or realize the consequences. She supposed that it wasn't such a bad thing that he knew the difference from what was right and wrong. She imagined that in certain situations, she would be eternally thankful for it. But more often than not, it got in the way of plans.

The girl grabbed the boy's wringing hands and tried to make him hide his anxiety. "Look, I used to do this a thousand times at my other school. The teachers will not know a thing, okay?"

But the boy groaned and pulled at his hair. If he keeps doing that, he's going to be bald by the time he's a senior, Toph thought. Their friend Sokka swore to her that Aang could totally pull off the shaved look, but she couldn't see him to decide that for herself.

"You helped your friends cheat on tests at your old school?" Aang hissed at her.

A firm punch was landed on his forearm and Aang immediately yowled in pain. "Yeah, go ahead. Say it loud enough for everyone to hear."

The boy winced and rubbed at his arm. "Sorry," he muttered.

Toph shook her head and kept walking through the hallways towards their next class. "What amazes me is that you managed to study the completely wrong chapter last night. You're an honors student. Aren't you guys totally immune from doing stupid things? The teacher said the chapter loud and clear."

Aang glared. "Oh, shut up! It was an honest mistake. I mean…thirteen and fifteen sound similar, right?"

His friend did nothing but shake her head and sigh. "Look. Whatever. I've already established that you're now an idiot, but because I'm so nice, I'm going to help you." Toph leaned up towards Aang's ear and whispered as softly as she could. "You memorized the code I taught you this morning, right?"

Aang nodded tiredly. "Yeah, I memorized it. But no offense, chemistry is your worst subject. How the heck are you going to give me the answers?"

Toph smiled wickedly. "I already took the test in study hall during first period on the computer. So I'm allowed to sit in the back and study while you guys take the test now. I'll be flipping through the textbook, you let me know what answers you don't know, I'll find the answer for you, and you write it down. It's seamless. The teacher won't know what hit him, I promise."

Aang was about to nod and accept the plan, but then stopped and realized something. "Wait. You don't have the test. How can you tell me which choice to pick if you don't…have…the…oh my God, you did not."

A crisp copy of their test was in the girl's hands, brand new and in Braille for her to easily read. "Yup. I know. I'm brilliant."

Aang was trying not to strangle her. "How in the hell did you manage to get a Braille copy of the test. I thought you took it online."

"I did," she explained easily. "But I had Sokka sneak into our teacher's office and snag one of the tests."

The boy hung his head. He figured that he had something to do with this. Toph often got Sokka to do the craziest things for her.

"So," Toph continued happily, "we went to the back of the library where the Braille printer is during lunch. He recited the test and I typed it out and printed it. Now I can follow along with you!"

He was so tempted to shake her and scream right now. But he couldn't, since he really didn't want to draw any more attention to themselves at the moment. Maybe it was because Aang was currently paranoid, but it felt like everyone passing them in the hallway knew about what they were going to do.

"And you're sure about this?" Aang stressed.

Toph patted Aang on the shoulder. "Oh, come on. Have I ever done anything against you?"

"Yes!" Aang shouted angrily. "Plenty of times."

The blind girl ignored the comment and kept walking to the test. "Whatever. Details, details."

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The moment the teacher told his students to flip over the test, Aang was about ready to cry.

He did know a few of the questions due to the fact that he was listening in class, but it was safe to say that seventy five percent of the test was Greek to him. It made no sense, and he could already feel himself starting to hyperventilate. He had never failed a test before in his life, and he didn't want this to be the first.

Aang averted his eyes to his left and saw Toph sitting three rows away from him. He had to sit in the back of the room so that he could hear Toph's cues. She was sitting back in her chair, grazing her fingers across the raised lettering on her chemistry textbook, and pretending that she was just getting a jump start on her homework. He shook his head and turned his head back to the test in front of him. It was either cheat or fail. He would deal with the horrible guilt later.

The first few easy questions were a breeze and Aang was confident in his answers. It was when he got to question thirteen that he was lost. Sighing and deciding that there was no use, he thought back to the rules that Toph had set in place.

When asking for help on a certain number question, you tap the wooden top of the desk a certain amount of times to indicate the first number. You tap the metal side of the desk a certain amount of times to indicate the second number. So for question thirteen…

Tap! One tap on top.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Three taps on the side.

Toph immediately heard and started looking at the copy of the test she was hiding under her book. It seemed that she actually knew the answer to this one without looking at the textbook, because he immediately answered her.

Click! Toph capped her pen. That meant the answer was C.

Aang nodded, buying the answer and immediately wrote it down. He came into problems with another question soon after and tapped his desk again.

Tap! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! It was question sixteen.

Toph started flipping through the textbook for the answer. After a few seconds she nodded.

Zip! She opened her pencil case. So the answer was D.

Feeling confident that this plan was working, Aang nodded and scribbled down all of the answers he didn't know when Toph communicated them to him. The teacher seemed terribly oblivious to the noise in the back, and was instead engrossed in the book he was reading at his desk. It was pretty easy to get the answers toward him, and the system that Toph had so cleverly come up with was pretty much perfection, just like she had promised him.

He felt bad that he was cheating like this, but if he came home with one bad grade, Gyatso would have his head. Besides, it wasn't like he didn't study. He just studied the wrong chapter.

The minutes rolled by and Aang was already at the last question.

Tap! Tap! Tap! Clang! Clang! Question 32.

Click! Choice C.

Aang sighed in relief and filled in the correct bubble on the test. He let out a huge sigh and let his head hit the table roughly. He didn't care that he probably left a giant bruise on his forehead. He had finished the darn thing, and the teacher hadn't picked up on a thing. He kept his head on the desk for the whole period, even when the teacher started walking around to collect everyone's papers. He was too relieved at the moment to even bother acknowledging anyone.

When the bell rang, he felt Toph pat his head, whisper a "you're welcome" in his ear, and rush out of the room.

Aang lifted his head and exited the room after her. He quickly spotted the girl as she started putting her books away in her locker and pulling out the ones she would need for last period. Without really thinking about what he was doing, he raced over to her, wrapped his arms around her waist in a tight hug, and started spinning her around.

"Hey, hey, hey! Moron! Let me go!"

The boy quickly placed her down on the ground. "It worked! You're a freaking mad genius, Toph!"

Toph shrugged and smirked. "Well, I try."

He sighed in relief and let his head rest against the lockers with a giant, boyish smile plastered on his face. He was too giddy for words. He couldn't believe he had actually gotten away with this. "I totally owe you one, Toph."

Toph didn't need to see his smile to know that he was absolutely ecstatic. "Way ahead of you there, buddy," she reminded him firmly. "I expect to be treated to lunch today, and cookie dough ice cream better be included in there."

Too happy and relieved to care, he grabbed her shoulders and kissed Toph on both of her cheeks. "Hey, look, whatever you want!"

The girl froze instantly and didn't respond when Aang happily said good bye to her as he rushed off to his last class. It took the girl a moment before she came back to her senses, her cheeks colored with a pretty pink blush. It was unexpected, and she never pegged Aang as the sort of guy who would do something that unexpected. She even forgot to yell after him about touching her without her permission. But she supposed that wouldn't have been fair. It wasn't like she minded. It was kind of sweet in a way, and she wouldn't dare yell at him for that.

Then she shook her head and smiled to herself. "Idiot," she muttered quietly.

She closed her locker, turned on her heel, and walked to class.

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A/N: This code is real. My friends and I made it up and used it during middle school.

To indicate the number question you're stuck on, tap the top of your desk to say the first number and tap the side of the desk to say the second number, just like Aang did.

Then someone would use the following rules to give you the answer if they knew it: Choice A is drumming your nails on the desk. Choice B is kicking the desk leg. Choice C is capping your pen. Choice D is closing your pencil case. Choice E is tapping your foot on the floor. If you're unsure, you slam your pencil down on the table.

What's really funny is that we never got caught, haha! Anyway, hope you enjoyed.