Rosë sat on a table, legs hanging off the front of it, a book in her lap, staring at the chalk board that had the riddle written out on it. She was sitting next to Harriet, a sixth year geek who was helping her with Chemistry. "Keep reading the article, Rosë." Harriet told her catching her getting distracted.

Harriet and Rosë had started to build a strange sort of friendship when Rosë had nearly blown up the chemistry lab earlier that day. Rosë was in two science classes because she hadn't signed up for enough courses, and didn't want to take any of the other electives that were offered besides the ones she had signed up for. Her chemistry grade the year before hadn't been very good so she decided to take it again to try and get a better one on her transcript that would be shown to university.

In the chemistry lab, Rosë had handed Harriet hydrochloric acid when she had asked for sodium chloride, also known as table salt. It wasn't that Rosë hadn't known that table salt was sodium chloride or that sodium chloride was table salt (whichever way you want to look at it), it was that she couldn't tell which chemical name was which. They confused her with all their special names and abbreviations for them.

She told Harriet that, and the Geek in her year offered to tutor her. Rosë accepted the offer with many thanks, and was now studying a sheet of names that Harriet had given her, and the Geek was alternating between trying to work the riddle to finding the second ring out on her laptop and helping her study. She was disturbed, though, by Chelsea. "Hi," the head Posh Totty's loud whisper came from behind them. Harriet had smiled shortly at her, trying to silently convey that she was working and couldn't really talk. "How's it going?" Chelsea whispered.

"AND I DON'T NEED YOU!" Bianca exclaimed loudly as she came in, causing many to jump in surprise, her ear buds blaring her music so loudly that Rosë heard the buzz they created as she pulled them out of her ears. "A'ight, losas," She exclaimed, "'ave yew sohlved iht yeh' or wha'?" Lucy and the girls she was sitting with glared openly at Bianca. "Ooo, a biht touchy, tadaay? Yew want me tew give iht a go?"

"As if, Bianca," Chelsea scoffed. "I think," Chelsea thought for a moment, "I should have a go."

"Girls," Lucy sighed, "We have run it through three super computers, converted it into numerical equations, anagrammatized it, and translated it into thirty-eight different languages. Do you really think either of you two are going to crack it?"

"We might," Bianca and Chelsea retorted confused.

Lucy sighed, "Be my guest," The head geek told Bianca and Chelsea.

Bianca cleared her throat and read the phrase out loud, "Dis reeng wihll fight no finga, buh wahrks uhpon duh ear. Awash wif 'opes, I leawned da ropes. Yew'll find ma mahst is 'ere."

For some reason, Rosë could just imagine the look of confusion on Bianca's face and she tried to cover her laughter at the thought with a cough. "Find my masters here." Rosë heard Chelsea think out loud. "Well, where were his masters? His school masters?" Chelsea thought on that for a moment before she asked, "Was it in a school?"

"My mast is here," Lucy snapped gesturing to each word in turn. "Like on a boat."

"Yeah, yeah," Bianca chimed. "Like awn uh bohat, yew div. Wha', cahn't yew 'ear propah?"

"Can't you speak propah?" Chelsea retorted in a pour mimic of Bianca's accent.

"Oi!" Bianca exclaimed charging over to Chelsea.

Rosë furrowed her brow in thought. After a moment, she turned to Harriet, "What's it called when it's a phrase but has two different meanings?"

"A homophone, why?" Harriet asked her, giving her a look that was telling her to get back to her studying.

"I was just thinking," Rosë told her turning back to her paper, "Couldn't it be one of those?"

Harriet furrowed her brows, and then thought on the idea. Her mouth formed an 'O' when she came to a conclusion in her head. At the same time, Chelsea and Bianca kept arguing.

"Yeah, what?" Chelsea mocked the dark skinned girl, "What are you gonna do?"

"These are coming off!" Bianca snapped going to take off her large gold hoops.

"Oh yeah," Chelsea continued to taunt.

"Hold on!" Harriet snapped, "She's right."

"Huh?" some of the younger geeks asked with Lucy.

"His school," the right hand geek continued to explain, "That's a homophone." She turned to the two very confused non-geek girls. "A homophone is a phrase that sounds the same, but has two different meanings. Like a pun."

"Yeah, I knew dat." Bianca muttered.

"So," Chelsea remarked, "It is a school. I was right." Chelsea pointed to herself. "It is a school!" She squealed.

"We crahcked iht," Bianca remarked, "We crahcked iht! Get in!" Bianca fist pumped, "Suhck awn dat, Lucy. Yeah? Yeah?" The girl started making some weird hand expression, "In yaw face. In yaw face."

Then, Chelsea awkwardly tried to copy the girl, and Bianca actually took the few minutes to explain it to Chelsea how to do the hand motion right. Rosë couldn't hold in her laughter then. "Wha's 'er problem?" Bianca asked Harriet after a few moments. Harriet shook her head, trying to contain her giggles as well. The dark skinned girl raised an eyebrow at them.

X

"Will you please come, Rosë?" Chelsea begged for the thousandth time. They were making each other up to go to the boys' school they were sure the next card, if not ring, was at. By making each other up, Rosë meant that they were making each other look like boys.

"If I absolutely have to go, I'll drive the getaway van when you eventually get caught, but I'm not dressing up as a boy." Rosë told the head Posh Totty firmly.

"'Course." Chelsea replied and then hugged the girl that was shorter by two inches.

"I'm putting on something more comfortable before we go," She told them and then went through her trunk. Chelsea squealed and clapped her hands in excitement.

Rosë changed out of her uniform and into a baggy pink cardigan, a pair of silver-grey with black polka dots skinny jeans, and a pair of ratty old black suede boots. She twisted her hair up into a messy bun and then followed Chelsea and them to the van.

Crawling into the passenger seat, Rosë spent the entire drive to some school for boys learning how to work the Eco's van. "So, you got everything?"

"Yeah," Rosë told the Eco as the group of them got out.

"Here," Lucy held out a small piece of technology. "Put this in your ear, and you can hear and speak to all of us if you need to."

Rosë nodded and placed the ear piece in her ear. When they were walking off she crawled into the driver's seat and sat there waiting.