Carly and Sam pushed open the main doors of Ridgeway and walked in. They both stopped and took a quick scan of the building. It was a typical school morning. Kids were at their lockers chatting away with their friends, texting on their cell phones, or trying to get one last minute of studying in.

"Nothing seems out of the ordinary." Carly turned towards Sam.

"Yeah....well except us." Sam responded as Carly sighed.

"Let's head to our lockers."

"K." The two girls started to walk down the hallway. They stayed quiet as they made their way through the crowd of noisy and restless children.

"We're almost there." Carly pointed out as they were rounding the corner.

"Good because I-" Sam was cut off as a brown haired boy flew past the corner and ran smack dab into her, forcing the two to fall down. Every kid in the hallway turned their attention to the crash.

"SAM!" Carly exclaimed as she ran over to help the two off the ground. She was about to ask if they were ok when she noticed that a bunch of people were looking at her oddly. "...Um yeah. That's my name! Sam! Hehe." She watched as they turned around and went back to what they were doing.

"Oh gee I'm sorry.." The boy spoke as Carly helped him off of Sam.

"What's the matter with you?!" Sam yelled at him. The boy got wide eyed. "Watch where you're going nub!"

"I'm sorry Carly!" He squeaked and ran away. The two girls watched as he ran past another corner and books and papers came flying out, signaling he hit another person.

"What a doof." Sam mumbled as Carly helped her get off the ground.

"You know, you could of been a bit nicer."

"What? Why?! He ran into me! Why should I have been nice to him?"

"I wouldn't of been so harsh with someone if it was an accident." Carly responded softly.

"Well that's fine for you, but not for me. If someone knocks me down, they deserve to get yelled at." Sam responded flatly.

"Good, I'll remember that when I'M knocked down, ok? Will you remember what to do when YOU'RE knocked down?" Carly looked at Sam.

"..oh right." She responded.

"You've got to be nicer to people if we want to make this work!"

"I know, I know! I'm sorry! I'm really trying to remember, but it's hard! This whole thing is confusing! And usually when things get too confusing for me I just go to sleep." Sam explained as Carly laughed a bit, humored by her friend's solution to everything.. "...and I know I can't sleep right now, so I keep messing things up! I'll try better!"

"I know you're trying Sam, and I know it's hard. I even messed up."

"Huh? When?"

"When you guys fell down, I yelled out your name. I kind of made you look crazy. Sorry!" Carly looked as Sam smiled.

"That's ok, people think I'm crazy anyways." She laughed. "Lets get over to our lockers and figure things out for the day."

"Alright, sounds good." The girls rounded the corner and were at the top of the staircase. As they made their way down the steps, a teacher walked over to them. He was a tall and lanky man who was dressed in a brown suit. The thing that stood out the most was a red beret sitting on top of his brown tussled hair and slim sunglasses that sat upon his crooked nose. He looked like a wannabe movie director.

"Oh Carly! Carly! May I have a word with you?" The teacher waved down Carly, who had continued to walk by as if she hadn't heard him. The teacher saw Sam look at him and grab Carly by the shoulders to turn her around.

"Mr. Ruth wants you." Carly whispered to Sam.

"What? Oh great! I hate him" Sam sighed as she saw the flamboyant drama teacher walk up to her.

"Sam....be nice." Carly warned.

"Carly, I need to speak with you. It's about the drama production." He then stopped and looked at who he thought was Sam. "Ugh, hello Samantha. I need to have a word with Carly. Alone." His voice held a mark of disgust.

"Um ok." Carly stated slowly, noticing the teacher's rude behavior to her. Normally he was nice to her, but since she was Sam, she was getting the cold shoulder. Carly left and walked to her locker and watched Mr. Ruth and Sam talk from a distance. 'Oh I hope Sam doesn't mess this up.'

"So, you wanted to talk to me about something?" Sam asked, looking at Carly from the corner of her eye. She really wished he hadn't chased her away.

"Yes, it's about the scene background."

"The what?"

"You volunteered and helped paint the main background for our production." Mr. Ruth eyed her from over the top of his sunglasses.

"Oh um right!" Sam responded, vaguely remembering Carly telling her something about finishing that a while ago. "What about it?"

"Well we decided to switch from an ocean scene to a land scene. Apparently the ocean makes one of the actors seasick." Mr. Ruth stated as he pushed a hair out of his eye.

"So.....?" Sam continued, not sure what his point was.

"So....." He replied "....you're going to have to stay after school and help the drama crew repaint the background."

"WHAT?" Sam exclaimed. "You gotta be kidding me?!"

"Why Carly! Such an outburst! You knew what you had agreed to. Now I'll see you in the auditorium at 2:30."

"But--"

"2:30! Ciao!" Mr. Ruth turned around and sashayed away with one of his hands on his hips. Once he was gone, Carly ran over to Sam.

"What happened?!" Carly had saw Sam's look of horror and figured things went badly.

"Mr. Ruth wants me to paint some janky background for the drama play!"

"Huh? But I finished that a week ago.."

"Well apparently some fudgebag in the drama club gets seasick when he sees fake water! Now they're changing it to a land scene."

"Oh.."

"And you know what the worst part is? He wants me to stay after school and repaint it! That's even worse than detention! At least in detention I don't have to do stuff!"

"Well don't freak out! I'll come with you and help alright?" Carly put a hand on Sam's shoulder.

"Alright, thanks Carls." Sam responded, still miffed that she had to do work today.

"No problem. Now let's get our books." Carly and Sam walked over to their lockers. Both girls unlocked their lockers and looked at each other.

"This isn't right.." Sam said as she saw her own body opening Carly's locker. Even though the two girls knew what was up, it looked weird to everyone else to see Carly opening Sam's locker, and vice versa.

"Here." Carly took out a pen and walked over to Sam and pulled up her shirt sleeve. "This is my combination." She jotted down a few numbers on Sam's arm. "Just incase we need to get into each other's lockers during the day. Maybe this time you won't have to cut off my lock!" Carly looked at Sam who held a look of innocence.

"What? You locked my cell phone in there! I had to get it out someway!"

"How abut trying the combination?" Carly retorted. "I gave it to you the first day of school, and yet you still can't remember it!" Carly held up Sam's arm with the combo written on it.

"I'm not good with remembering things!" She stated in defense. "So do you want me to write down my combo on your arm?"

"Nah, I know yours by heart. Unlike you, I have a memory."

"Quiet Shay." Sam responded in mock anger.

"Oh c'mon." Carly rolled her eyes and smiled as she pulled Sam towards her locker. "Now we have history class first with Mr. Slater."

"Don't remind me."

"That means you're going to need my history book." Carly pulled out a textbook covered in a red book sock. The word 'History' was written on it in big blue bubble letters. "Here you go." Carly handed Sam the book.

"So I guess you need my history book then?" Sam asked as Carly nodded. She walked over to her locker and started digging around. Carly watched as Sam tossed out various things behind her in her quest to find the hidden text book. Most of the garbage was empty fat cake wrappers, but she saw a few plastic forks and spoons drop out. Carly bent down and picked up a fork from the floor.

"What do you need this for?" She asked as Sam poked her head out of her locker, holding a book in her hands.

"To eat stuff with." Sam shrugged.

"At your locker?!"

"Yeah...I'm not going to eat beef stroganoff with my bare hands. That's just weird." Sam explained as she took the fork from Carly and tossed it back into her locker.

"You're weird Sam." Carly laughed and shook her head. "So you found your book?"

"Yup. Shocking right? I guess I didn't sell all of them." Sam opened her book and flipped through it. "Wonder what price this one goes for." She shut the book with a clamp and held it out to Carly. "Anyways, here ya go."

"Thanks." Carly took the book from her and looked at it. It was covered in a plain brown paper bag, and the word 'book' was written on it in black marker. She opened it up and saw mathematics with formulas and equations. "Um this is a math book." She then peeked inside Sam's locker and saw two other books covered in the same brown bag paper, all reading the title 'book'. "And how can you even tell your books apart?!" Carly asked as she eyed the identical books sitting in the pile of trash that was Sam's locker.

"Hey, a book is a book right? Who cares which one I bring?"

"I think the teachers would." Carly replied as she handed Sam back the math book.

"Actually they don't. You see, all you have to do is create the illusion that you have the right book. How do you think I got away with selling all those textbooks? Just act like you're reading them when they're talking and you'll be fine." Sam held out the book for Carly to take back.

"You know, if you put this much thought into your schoolwork than maybe you wouldn't have to figure out all these little tricks. Now can I please have your history book?"

"Hey, I do things my way, and you do things your way. Today, you're going to have to do them my way!" Sam handed Carly the book back. "You're taking math to history, no buts!"

"Fine." Carly sighed. She just knew she'd have detention by the end of the day.


Just another small chapter with silly antics! =) Please don't forget to drop a review!