A/N: Thankfully they're back in school during this chapter, making it easier to write! I actually quite enjoyed writing this chapter! I think this is one of my favourites!

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It was a cold, snowy Tuesday morning and the Doctor could think of many things he would like to be doing: having a snowball fight with Rose or maybe even having a snowman building competition.

Instead he was stuck in one of Miss Smith's English lessons learning about Charles Dickens. The Doctor was a fan of Charles Dickens and already knew most of the information Miss Smith was passing onto the class. He just hoped they didn't have to write an essay analysing any of Charles Dickens' books. That was always a dull task.

At least he had Rose near him; in fact she was sat opposite him. While some teachers preferred the row of desks layout, Miss Smith preferred table groups. He was on a table of five, though it did have six seats. To his left was Gwyneth, she didn't speak much and all the Doctor really knew about her was that she was Welsh. To Rose's left was Charles who was an avid fan of writing. He was one of those people who just got on with the work set. The last person was Gabriel, another person the Doctor didn't know all that well. It wasn't the Doctor's fault, though; Gabriel was always in a rush and never wanted to talk.

The Doctor couldn't help but wonder if Miss Smith had sat him where she did in hope that he would get on with tasks. Yet, no matter where he was sat, the Doctor could always find something to delay himself from starting the task set.

~CHS~

Rose sighed as she continued to listen to Miss Smith lecture the class about Charles Dickens, specifically A Christmas Carol. When Rose had woken up that morning and found that snow had fallen overnight, she had had high hopes that school would be cancelled. It wasn't that she didn't want to go in and see the Doctor and Mickey; it was that she and the Doctor had a Maths test that day.

The Doctor, of course, wasn't worried about the test. She had learnt that he was a lot smarter than he let on. For Rose, however, it was a different story. She could never make sense of how letters could be incorporated into a lesson about numbers. Maths just didn't make sense to her, but there was no way she was going to ask the Doctor for help.

Rose remained hopeful that the snow would get worse before their last lesson of the day so that the school could close earlier. She glanced out the window to get conformation that it was still snowing. Having lived in England for the whole of her life, she knew that less than an inch of snow caused panic and chaos throughout most of the country.

She looked over to the Doctor to try and communicate with him but he was too busy playing a game on his phone, hiding the device under the table, out of Miss Smith's view. Rose just wished she hadn't left her phone on charge that morning.

Miss Smith finally stopped lecturing them about Charles Dickens and set them the task to, in their table groups, write and preform a scene about a ghost encounter.

~CHS~

To prevent himself from falling asleep due to boredom, the Doctor had decided to entertain himself by playing a game on his phone. He was busily tapping the screen, trying to solve the logic puzzle set out in front of him. "Will you stop playing on that thing and concentrate!" The Doctor's game was interrupted by Charles snatching the phone out of the Doctor's hands.

The Doctor scoffed in annoyance. Charles had actually got out of his seat just to take his phone off him. The Doctor was about to order him to give it back when he noticed Miss Smith looking their way. "Charles!" She called from her desk. "I highly doubt you've written your script yet so there's no need to be out of your set. And bring that phone to me, I'm confiscating it."

"Thanks for that, Charles," The Doctor muttered to Charles once he had obediently took the phone to Miss Smith then returned to his seat.

"If you didn't want it confiscated, then you should have been listening rather than playing on it," Charles responded in a matter-of-factly tone.

"Whatever," The Doctor muttered.

"I bet you don't even know what we need to do," Gabriel spoke.

"Oh, I see, all side with him!" The Doctor sat back in his chair and folded his arms. "I know exactly what we're doing." He subtly glanced at the board where Miss Smith had written up the task. "We need to write a script about an encounter with a ghost. Now then, I suggest Gwyneth writes as she has the neatest handwriting."

"Hold on a minute!" Gabriel interrupted. "Who put you in charge?"

"My handwriting is neat!" Charles protested, the look of horror on his face made the Doctor struggle to stop himself from laughing.

"Do you two have to argue with everything I say?" The Doctor questioned but he didn't wait for an answer. "I'm not saying I'm in charge, I'm just trying to get this written and, Charles, I'm not saying your handwriting isn't neat, I'm saying Gwyneth could write because her handwriting is neat and she writes faster. You write at snail pace!"

"At least my writing is readable!" Charles retorted, looking hurt from the Doctor's honesty.

"I honestly don't give one about what my handwriting looks like," The Doctor responded, rolling his eyes at how much Charles seemed to want to argue with him.

"Can we please stop with the arguing? We're meant to be working as a team," Rose reminded the three boys.

"I don't mind Charles writing," Gwyneth told the group, speaking for the first time.

"Well, I do!" The Doctor said. "I want to get this done today. If Charles writes we won't get a single line done!"

"If you keep arguing, we won't get anything done!" Rose spoke again, looking from the Doctor to Charles, then back again. The Doctor opened his mouth to speak. "Shut up, John!" Rose had to look away to stop herself from laughing at the Doctor's shocked face. He probably hadn't expected her to tell him to shut up. "Now, has anyone got a suggestion?"

The Doctor's hand shot up as soon as the question was out of her mouth. "Go on then," Rose told him, when no one else said anything.

"It could start with a power cut," The Doctor began explaining his idea.

"Oh, don't be ridiculous!" Charles exclaimed, interrupting the Doctor. "Power cuts are rare as it is, a power cut before a ghost encounter is just even more of a coincidence and stupid!"

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the room was sent into darkness. "You were saying?" The Doctor spoke in barely a whisper.