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At the end of yesterday's recess we decided the following:

Tomorrow, you have to wear the exact same outfit as you wore today. If you wear a different shirt, different shorts, different shoes, or even different socks you have a punishment: you have to forfeit tomorrow's math assignment.

Everyone thought they could pull it off. There was nothing difficult with wearing the exact same thing as you wore the day before. After recess everyone came up with their own excuse that explained to their parents why they have to wear the same thing again, without breaking their oath of secrecy. I was no good with excuses, so I figured I could put today's clothes in my bag and change once I got to school.

What happened after school ruined everyone's plan. The bunch of us went to the playground to play our after school game of freeze tag, but during the game we heard Wilma cry out, "Ahh! Someone threw something on my back . . . and it's weeeet!!!"

All of a sudden it started raining . . . mud. Paul and Carl, the two meanest guys in class, were hurling muck at us. We were all addled by their action, and extremely ticked off. While the girls started whining and running like . . . little girls, the guys spread out and got on the offensive. They started picking up mud that had fallen on the grass and started throwing it back to where they came from -- at Paul and Carl, who eventually ran away snickering to themselves, as if their prank was the coolest thing they had ever come up with.

The rest of us huddled together to compare our battle scars.

"Stupid Paul and Carl. Why'd they have to do that?!"
"Yeah, my mum's going to kill me when she sees my dirty dress."

It all of a sudden hit us. Why did Paul and Carl throw mud at us? So we wouldn't be able to wear the exact same outfit the next day at school. We all went home that day feeling dirty and cheated. Paul and Carl's ruse left us itching for revenge.

The next day no one wore yesterday's outfit. And no one even attempted to do their homework. Miss Grothoff gave each of us a look of disappointment and disapproval (all except Marvin -- who was as diligent as always). We were punished though. We didn't have recess that day, instead we spent the half-hour that was usually designated for recess, doing our assignments in class. And despite everything, no one even made a peep about the game.