The next day - or as matter of fact, the morning after the night - Cinnamon was sleeping with her blanket that is covering most of her body up to her neck. At bedtime, she usually wears her underwear bra and underwear pansy when she goes to bed at night. The sun starts to rise and starts to shine through her bedroom window curtain. The curtain over the bedroom window was closed so that the sunrise wouldn't disturb her from her what appears to be her peace-and-quiet sleeping or making her wake up.

As the sun starts to rise very slowly, Cinnamon yawns as she slowly titled her body around from her left side and towards her right side as she continues to lie down and sleep. Seconds later...."FRRRRAAAAAAP!" She let out a VERY LOUD-ASS FART! She then takes a deep breath even if the stinky-ass smell of her fart starts to spread. Then.... "FRRRRRAAAAAP! She let out ANOTHER VERY LOUD-ASS FART! So she rip two farts in the matter of seconds.

She has an alarm clock on the table beside towards the left side of her bed and it's currently 6:00am; usually the alarm clock will sound an...well...an alarm - no pun intended - at that time. But this time, it didn't. So instead she will sleep in for about ten minutes - and probably gonna eat up her time....or her morning time, I should say - until somebody will have to call her name from outside her bedroom.

"CINNAMON!" Cinnamon's mom shouted from walking up the stairwell. "CINNAMON!"

Cinnamon then titled her body back towards her left and....."FRRRRRAAAAAAAP!"...lets out YET ANOTHER VERY LOUD-ASS FART! And yeah about that, she usually farts...in the morning. At least her farts ain't that super.

"CINNAMON!" Cinnamon's mom shouted as she got to the upper-floor of her house. "TIME TO WAKE YOUR BIG SLEEPY ASS UP!"

Cinnamon groaned. "Why the fuck she has to shout at my big bloody ass in the morning?" she asked herself while she's still sleeping and trying to have peace and quiet....even though she's unaware that she’s actually not getting peace and quiet any more, which meant that, again, she's currently oversleeping at the moment.

"CINNAMON IT'S TIME TO WAKE UP AND SMELL THE BEAUTIFUL BULLSHIT OUT OF YOUR SLEEPY-ASS!" Cinnamon's mom continues to shout as she walked toward her older daughter's bedroom door, placed her right hand on the door knob and steer it towards the left, opening the door in the process. "BECAUSE IT'S TIME FOR FRESHMAN ORIENTAT--," She then abruptly stopped when she went into her daughter's bedroom as the smell of her older daughter's farts get through her nose nostrils. She then quickly start fanning her nose. "WHAT THE FUCK!" she reacted. "YOUNG LADY, DID YOU JUST CUT THE CHEESE?!"

Cinnamon, who feels tired as she starts to wake up after she got rudely awaken by her mom's sudden entrance to her bedroom, slightly pull her upper body up sideways with her head tilted upfront, glancing at her mom. "What?" she asked as she sounded tired.

"WHAT?!" Cinnamon's mom shouted.

"Yeah, what?" Cinnamon said as she moves her hair out of the slight right side of her face.

"DID YOU JUST CUT THE CHEESE?!" Her mom asked.

"Did I what?" Cinnamon asked.

"DID YOU JUST CUT THE CHEESE?!" Her mom asked.

Cinnamon reacted with a confused and conflicted look on her face as if she doesn't know what her mom was asking about. "What cheese?" she asked.

"THE CHEESE THAT YOU LET OUT OF YOUR BIG ANUS!" Her mom shouted.

"What?" Cinnamon reacted before she grabbed her sleeping blanket and hold it mid-air while at the same time very, very slightly tilted her whole body a little bit further and glances at her buttocks as she still doesn't know what her mom was talking about or even asking about. "There is no cheese, mom," she said as she glanced back at her.

"YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT! THERE IS NO CHEESE! NO ACTUAL CHEESE OUT OF YOUR BIG ANUS!" Her mom shouts. "IT'S THE INVISIBLE CHEESE THAT IS OUT OF YOUR BIG ANUS! PROBLEM IS YOU DON'T EVEN SEE IT BECAUSE...IT'S INVISIBLE! YOU CAN'T SEE IT, CAN'T TASTE IT AND CAN'T EVEN TOUCH IT; YOU ONLY CAN SMELL IT!"

Cinnamon sighed. "What is that even mean?" she asked.

"WHAT IS THAT EVEN MEAN?!" Her mom continues to shout.

"Yeah what is that even mean?" Cinnamon asked.

"WELL WHEN YOU LET OUT A SOUND OF A TRUMPET OUT OF YOUR FUCKING BUTT ALONG WITH A FUCKING FOUL SMELL TO GO WITH IT, THAT MEANS YOU'RE LETTING OUT SOMETHING THAT MAKES EVERYONE COVER THEIR NOSES TO BLOCK THE SMELL, THE SMELL THAT IS AN CHEESE THAT IS INVISIBLE!" Her mom shouted. "THAT WHAT IS CALLED AN INVISBLE CHEESE!"

Cinnamon now started to realize what her mom has been talking about or asking about...but at the same time wondered why her mom is calling it an invisible cheese when there's a better and more popular term to describe the smell than 'invisible cheese'. "Why can't you just say I just farted?" she asked.

"OH SO YOU KNOW WHAT AN INVISIBLE CHEESE THEN, HUH?" her mom shouted.

"Yes, an invisible cheese is the---" Cinnamon says.

"THE SAME THING AS A FART!" Her mom shouted.

"Yeah," Cinnamon said.

"OH, NOW YOU GET IT!" Her mom shouted. "YOU DO KNOW WHAT THE FUCK I'M SAYING, HUH!"

"Yes mom, I get it," said Cinnamon, who started to get annoyed.

"NOW, YOU HAVE BEEN AWAKE AND YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE SMELLING BEAUTIFUL BULLSHIT OUT OF YOUR SLEEPY ASS!" Her mom continues to shout. "BUT NO YOU'RE SMELLING STINKY-ASS BULLSHIT OUT OF YOUR SLEEPY ASS BECAUSE YOUR SLEEPY ASS HAD JUST WOKEN UP AND BLOW A STINKY TRUMPET!"

"Mom I'm sorry okay," Cinnamon said as she pull her blanket off of her.

"YEAH YEAH YOU'RE SORRY UNTIL YOU DO YET ANOTHER ROUND OF STUPIDITY!" Her mom shouts. "NOW COME GET YOUR AWOKEN ASS DOWNSTAIRES BECAUSE BREAKFAST IS SERVED AND IT’S GETTING COLD AS SHIT!" She then leave the bedroom door before she exit out of the room.

Cinnamon then tilted her body towards her right and gets up out of her bed. She then sighed.

"Okay, so my sleepy ass had just awoken, huh?" she said to herself.

She then headed towards her closet and opens it. Inside the closet, there's a collection of clothes and jeans that are hung at the top as well as a collection of shoes at the bottom, essentially a wardrobe closet. She then takes one shirt and one pants out of the closet, hold the t-shirt (with hanger) on top with one hand and the pants (with hanger) on the bottom with the other hand, place both the t-shirt and the pants on her and then titled her body towards her left, where there's a mirror - a few blocks apart from her - so she can see herself in it as she decides what to wear for that day.

"Hmm, not quite fitting," she said before she puts the t-shirt and the pants back into the closet.

She then takes another shirt (with hanger) and pants (with hanger) and did the same thing: hold them each other from top to bottom, place them against herself and glance at the mirror.

"Not quite there," she said before she puts it back into the closet.

Finally she found the match, the perfect match to wear for the freshman orientation: she takes a green t-shirt that has the word 'rosy' with pink glitter on it. Then she takes her dark blue short skinny jeans out of the closet as well. As like previous outfits, she placed the hangers with shirt and jeans closer against her and glances herself at the mirror.

"Okay this is what I'm gonna be wearing today," she said before she heads back towards the bed and place the hangers with the green shirt (that has the pink glittered Rosy word on it) and jeans respectfully onto her bed.

She then walked towards her desk and takes his toothbrush and walked out of the bedroom without even closing the door. She went into the upper level hallway and headed towards the bathroom. Well....almost.

"Hey not so fast, big sis," said Cinnamon's little sister, whose name is Cinnimon. Yep, Cinnimon with an I. Okay, in order for me to avoid confusion, I’ll explain briefly which Cinnamon/Cinnimon is the either of the sisters. Cinnamon with an A is the big sister…and the one who spends most of the time in the story than her little sister, which is, again, Cinnimon with an I. Cinnamon is the big one, Cinnimon is the little one. Got it, now? Alright, now as I was saying, Cinnimon is headed towards the same bathroom as quick as she can with her toothbrush. "I got there first."

"No you didn't," Cinnamon said.

"Yes I did," Cinnimon said.

"I got there before you just got there," Cinnamon said.

"Big fat liar," Cinnimon said.

"I'm a WHAT?!" Cinnamon said.

"Big fat liar," Cinnimon repeated.

Cinnamon slightly laughed off. "Little sis, I'm not a big fat liar," she said.

"Yes you have, and now since you're still standing there wasting your precious time and stinky breath arguing with me like an idiot, I'll take the crown for going to the bathroom first," Cinnimon said before she quickly opened the bathroom door and swiftly went into the bathroom before quickly shut the door.

Cinnamon looks slight up towards the ceiling. "UGHHHH!" She reacted with frustration. She wonders why her little sister using this bathroom when there's a bathroom downstairs. "Why can't you use the other bathroom?" she asked.

"Huh?" Cinnimon said.

"Why can't you use the other bathroom?" Cinnamon asked for the second time.

"Because it's stinky as fuck," Cinnimon said.

Cinnamon quickly figured out what Cinnimon had just said had meant: their mom had gone to the other bathroom and....let's just say that she had gone to the toilet and release a stink bomb out of her butt into the toilet. Except that it didn't explode and instead flushed down into the drainpipe because the stink bomb...wasn't even a bomb at all but still it still emitted the smell that spread across the bathroom as quickly and strongly as it can. So much so that you can't even go there...at least for awhile.

"Oh fuck," Cinnamon said as she had realized about it. "I guess I had to brush my teeth in my bedroom...fuck!"

She would then head downstairs and go to the kitchen....with her undies.

"Good morning dad," she said as she head towards the pantry.

"Good morning Cinnamon," said Cinnamon's dad, with a nice calm tone and who's shirtless with only a pair of pink cotton brief on and currently cooking food. "Should you be getting dressed?"

"Um...yeah," Cinnamon said as she open the pantry and takes out a water bottle before she closes the pantry.

"Soo....," Cinnamon's dad.

"I'm going to brush my teeth in my bedroom," Cinnamon said as she walked out of the kitchen.

"Oh the bathrooms aren't available?" Cinnamon's dad asked.

"No," Cinnamon said.

"Okay," he said.

Cinnamon then head back upstairs with the water bottle, the toothbrush (and the two cups) and walked back into the upper level hallway before she went back to her bedroom. There, she puts the water bottle and the cup on the same table as the alarm clock. She's lucky that she has her toothpaste on this desk in her bedroom as she kept it from almost a month after she purchased it. But the reason why she kept her toothpaste in her bedroom - and not in the bathroom or the other bathroom - is because when she put it in the upper level bathroom for several days in about over a month ago, her little sis Cinnimon use her toothpaste instead of her own because Cinnamon's toothpaste taste beautiful and....Cinnimon doesn't have her own toothpaste to begin with so... The reason why Cinnamon didn't put her toothpaste in the other bathroom is because....her mom goes to that bathroom the first thing in the morning...and let's leave it at that.

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Cinnamon then open the water bottle and starts pouring the water into one of her two cups. Once the cup was filed with water, she stops pouring and put the water bottle down at the desk. Then she takes her toothpaste bottle and opens it and pour one inch of toothpaste onto her toothbrush before closing the toothpaste bottle and put the bottle back on the desk.

As Cinnamon starts brushing her teeth, she glances at her alarm clock, which is only two minutes behind schedule, her schedule I mean - due to the argument between her and Cinnimon that led Cinnimon took the bathroom first and the fact that she had to go to the kitchen and get two cups and a water bottle out of the pantry.

Seconds later, Cinnamon grabbed the second cup - which is totally empty - and spit the first round of all of her excess toothpaste onto the empty cup. Then she continues brushing her teeth for another few seconds before she spits the second round of her excess toothpaste onto the same cup.

Then she puts the cup with all of her excess toothpaste back onto the desk and picked up the water cup and pour most of it into her mouth. She then rinse the water from left to right.

She's getting ready to spit out the water onto an empty cup.....until she realizes she doesn't have an extra cup. Whoops. So that means she have to continue rinsing her mouth until....her little sister Cinnimon comes out of the bathroom as the other cup withl filled with, again, her excess toothpaste.

Seconds later, her little sister Cinnimon comes out of the bathroom. At last, Cinnamon can go to the bathroom and spit out....whatever she has to spit out to the bathroom sink. Except there's one problem: when Cinnimon just come out of the bathroom, she shut the door again and walked away; she didn't leave it open. Still Cinnamon, unaware of what the problem was, has to go to that bathroom to spit out.

So she exit out of her opened bedroom and went towards the bathroom door. She opens the door and quickly went into the bathroom and spit out the water with bacteria in it onto the bathroom sink. At this point, Cinnimon quickly went downstairs so she didn't catch her big sister on time and say 'you can't use in there because...' you know what I mean.

After Cinnamon spits at the bathroom sink, she quickly smell something. Something not fresh. Something not fresh as well. A smell of unfreshness snuck into her nose nostrils, which started to made her react with disgust.

"Holy fuck," she said as she cover her nose with her right hand, turn on the vent and quickly went out of the bathroom. She quickly closed the door and stand behind the door. She still cover her nose with her right hand.

"CINNAMON!" Cinnamon's mom shouts.

"What is it, mom?" Cinnamon said.

"IT'S BREAKFAST TIME, THAT'S WHAT IT!" Cinnamon's mom shouts.

Cinnamon huffed.

"NOW C'MON!" Cinnamon's mom shouts.

Seconds later, Cinnamon heads downstairs and went towards the dinning room, which is strictly next to the kitchen, where her dad is still cooking. Once she there, her little sister was already there and started eating breakfast that was already cooked just in time for Cinnimon as Cinnimon herself went into the dinning room a few seconds earlier.

As Cinnamon went pass her mom, her mom suddenly stops and sniffs something. Something awful. Her mom then titled her body slightly in the opposite direction, glancing at her older daughter.

"CINNAMON, DID YOU SHOWER THIS MORNING?!" Cinnamon's mom shouts.

"Did I what?" Cinnamon asked as she went confused and annoyed at the same time.

"DON'T 'DID I WHAT?" ME!" Cinnamon's mom said. "DID YOU SHOWER THIS MORNING?!"

"Shower?" Cinnamon asked.

"YEAH, SHOWER?!" Cinnamon's mom said.

"No," Cinnamon said as she quickly shook her head.

"NO?!" Cinnamon's mom asked.

"No," Cinnamon said.

"WHY NOT?!" Cinnamon's mom asked.

"Why not?" Cinnamon said.

"YEAH, WHY NOT?!" Cinnamon's mom asked.

"Okay first of all, why did you ask?" Cinnamon asked.

"WHY DID I ASK?" Cinnamon's mom asked.

"Yeah," Cinnamon said.

"WHY DID I ASK YOU DID YOU SHOWER THIS MORNING?!" Cinnamon's mom asked.

"Yeah," Cinnamon said.

"WELL IT'S BECAUSE YOU STINK AS FUCK!" Cinnamon's mom shouts.

"Wait, I'm stinky as fuck?" Cinnamon asked as she points her finger at herself.

"YEAH!" Cinnamon's mom shouts.

Suddenly there's a sound of a smartphone ringtone.

"Oh sorry," Cinnamon's mom said as she shelved her right hand into her right pants pocket and pull her smartphone out and answered the phone. "Hello," she answered as she walked off.

As her mom walks away from her, Cinnamon then walked towards Cinnimon.

Cinnimon pauses eating and glances at her big sister Cinnamon.

"Good morning Cinnimon," Cinnamon said.

"Good morning Cinnamon," Cinnimon said.

"I have a question," Cinnamon said.

"You have a question?" Cinnimon asked.

"Yeah I have a question," Cinnamon said.

"Okay what was the question?" Cinnimon asked.

"What was the question?" Cinnamon asked.

"Yeah, what was the question?" Cinnimon asked.

"Okay here's the question, Cinnimon," Cinnamon said.

"What," Cinnimon said.

"Did you just take a shit in the bathroom?" Cinnamon asked.

"Did I what?" Cinnimon asked.

"Did you just take a shit in the bathroom?" Cinnamon asked twice.

"The upper level bathroom?" Cinnimon asked as she point fingers at the ceiling.

Cinnamon kiss her teeth in annoyance as she thinks that her little sister should know that she did something and she start acting like she didn't know shit.

"Oh c'mon," Cinnamon said.

"Oh c'mon what?" Cinnimon said.

"Oh c'mon what?" Cinnamon said.

"Yeah, oh c'mon what?" Cinnimon said.

"You should know good and well that you have just take a shit in the upper level bathroom," Cinnamon said. "Don't try acting like you don't know shit."

"First of all, I know shit and you don't know shit," Cinnimon said.

"Oh you're saying that I don't know shit?" Cinnamon asked.

Cinnimon didn't answer her big sister's question. Instead she went quiet.

Cinnamon huffed.

"I got a few questions," Cinnimon said.

"A few questions?" Cinnamon asked.

"Yeah a few question," Cinnimon said.

"Okay what are a few questions?" Cinnamon asked.

"First of all, what do you mean 'take a shit'? Cinnimon asked.

"It means do you release something out of your big teeny weeny ass," Cinnamon said. When she said 'big teeny weeny ass' she meant that her little sister's buttocks weren't the same size as her's given the weight differences between the two of them, but Cinnimon's butt was still big....in terms of the little sister herself. Just not as big or bigger when compared to her big sister Cinnamon's butt.

"Oh well then why can you just say--" Cinnimon said.

"Alright alright alright," Cinnamon's dad interrupts as he walks towards the dinning room with his calm voice. "What's in the world is going on?"

After he asked a question, there was silence.

Cinnamon and Cinnimon glanced at each other before they glanced back at him.

"Cinnimon stink up the upper level bathroom," Cinnamon told him while pointing her finger at Cinnimon.

He slightly blows off. "So...," he said.

"So what?" she said.

"Everybody stinks up the bathroom," he said.

"But my point is...is that I have been brushing my teeth in my bedroom," she said.

"Uh huh," he said with a slight nod.

"And when Cinnimon comes out of the bathroom, I quickly rushed in and spit out to the sink," she said. "I didn't know that my little sis had to take a shit in here until I came here and start smelling it."

"Look young lady," he said calmly. "That's life."

"That's life?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said.

"You think brushing my teeth in my bedroom and spit out in the smelly-ass bathroom is...life?" she asked.

"Yep," he said. "You have to learn to expect the unexpected. You can't always expect the expected because the expected can sometimes become the unexpected. Okay? We all have to learn that."

Cinnamon went quiet.

"Now let's have some breakfast, shall we?" he said before he went back to the kitchen.

More than a minute later, Cinnamon was already sitting around the dinning table, in front of Cinnimon. At this point, Cinnamon was waiting for her breakfast to be served. Meanwhile, Cinnimon was already finish her breakfast. Well...her first plate of breakfast; she was ready for the second one. Oh you want to know what her first breakfast dish she ate: Well, okay, her first breakfast dish were sausage, egg and cheese biscuit sandwich and french toast. That was all on her first dish.

Cinnamon's dad is already finishing cooking Cinnimon's second breakfast dish - which consist of buttermilk pancakes and a big-ass cheese and ham omelet - and he puts his young daughter's breakfast onto her plate. Afterwards, he grabbed that plate with his right hand and place it onto the dining table facing her.

"Here you go," he said.

"Thank you," she said.

Cinnamon notices that she haven't had her breakfast. "Hey dad?" she said.

He stopped and glanced at Cinnamon.

"What's going on?" Cinnamon asked him with her hands thrown in the air.

"What's going on?" he said.

"Yeah, what's going on?" Cinnamon asked him twice. "Where's my breakfast?"

"Calm down, young lady," he said as he continue walking back towards the kitchen and back towards the stove. "You're breakfast will be on its way."

"When?" she asked.

"In a few minutes," he said.

"In a few minutes?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said.

Cinnamon huffed yet again.

"Don't worry Cinnamon, your beautiful belly won't growl at any moment," he said.

Cinnamon paused for a few seconds before she opens her mouth again. "Okay," she said.

"Fair enough," he said as he starts cooking again.

Cinnamon then glances at Cinnimon, who is already starting eating her second dish.

Seconds later, Cinnamon's mom went towards the dinning room. "Hey I just got a call from the Baltimore-Washington Security Task Force," she said as she pulls an empty seat and sat down in front of the dinning table. This time she was talking in a normal voice rather than her loud-ass voice.

"You just a call from your employer?" Cinnamon's dad asked.

"Yeah," Cinnamon's mom said.

"What did they say?" He asked.

"Well there is an evil creature on the loose," she said.

"There's an evil creature on the loose?" he asked.

"Yeah and the Security Task Force need all security officers - including myself - to protect several places where the evil creature would target," she said.

"And which place are you gonna protecting?" he asked.

"Um....I think it's gonna be Rock Creek Park," she said.

"Rock Creek Park?" he asked.

"Yeah...just for the mornings and the afternoons," she said.

"Okay," he said.

She then turn to her older daughter, who, again waits for her own breakfast to be served. "So Cinnamon, how's you evil creature hunting last night?" she asked.

"Huh?" Cinnamon glanced at her mom.

"Don't 'huh?" me," Cinnamon's mom said. "You know what I'm talking about."

"Wha...what? what is it?" Cinnamon asked.

"How's your evil creature hunting last night?" Cinnamon's mom asked.

"Oh," Cinnamon said.

"Oh! You know what I'm talking about now," Cinnamon's mom said.

"Alright alright alright, just please...can I answer your question before you go complaining about my tiny-ass brainfart?" Cinnamon asked.

Cinnamon's mom huffed. "Okay," she said.

"So last night there was Emily the Demon," Cinnamon explains.

"Emily the Demon?" Cinnamon's mom asked.

"Yeah," Cinnamon said.

"And then what?" Cinnamon's mom asked.

"And then I start beating her up," Cinnamon said.

"You start beating her up?" Cinnamon's mom asked.

"Yeah," Cinnamon said.

"And then you knocked her to the death?" Cinnamon's mom asked.

"Yep," Cinnamon said. "Well actually....I kick her up to the sky and made her fall down and crash into a big-ass hole in the ground. And for the big-ass finish, I just burped at her...basically."

"Okay," Cinnamon's mom. "Just want to know about last night so."

More than a minute later, Cinnamon's breakfast was ready, finally ready....and so was her mom's breakfast and her dad's breakfast as well.

Cinnamon's dad had placed all of the finished breakfast onto their six respective plates; each two of them were for him, his wife and his older daughter. Once he did that, he start grabbing two of the breakfast plates as he heads back towards the dinning room, both of those plates were for Cinnamon.

"Alright breakfast is served, folks," Cinnamon's mom said as she watches her husband handsover the two plates to her older daughter.

"Yeah I know," Cinnamon said to her mom as she grabbed the two plates from him. "Thank you," she thanked him.

"You're welcome, Cinnamon," he said as he walked back towards the kitchen.

For Cinnamon's two breakfast dishes, if you guys are wondering, consists of a BIG-ASS sausage, egge and cheese casserole, french toast and sausage links on her first dish, and a BIG-ASS stack of buttermilk pancakes and two cheese omelettes just to full up her beautifully muscular belly.

He then head back towards the stove and grab another two breakfast plates off of the counter and hold them in his respective hands as he exit out of the kitchen yet again. He then went back towards the dinning room yet again and gave those plates towards his wife, aka Cinnamon's mom.

"Here you go," he said as he handsover the plates to her.

"Thanks," she said as she grab the plates from him and placed them onto her side of the table in front of her.

He then walked out of the dinning room yet again and went back into the kitchen...yet again.

"So you're ready for the freshman orientation?" Cinnamon's mom asked Cinnamon as she herself starts taking bite of her own breakfast.

"Huh?" Cinnamon asked, pausing herself and glanced at her mom as she herself didn't hear what her mom had just asked as she was eating her own breakfast as well.

"Are you ready for the freshman orientation?" her mom asked again.

"Am I ready for the freshman orientation?" Cinnamon asked.

"Yeah," her mom said.

"She meant are you ready for school?" Cinnimon said to Cinnamon as she tries to clarify.

"Cinnimon, I know what mom is saying so can you be please shut up?!" Cinnamon told Cinnimon.

"HEY BOTH OF YOU BETTER BEHAVE Y'ALL SELVES HERE!" Cinnamon's mom shouts as she point fingers at both Cinnamon and Cinnimon.

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa," Cinnamon's dad tries to blow it off as he went into the dinning room yet again, bringing his own breakfast plates and place them onto a side of the dinning table in front of an empty chair. He then pulls the said empty chair and sat down in front of his own breakfast plates. "What's going on?" he asked as he glanced at his wife and two daughters before taking his own bite of his breakfast.

"She told me to shut up!" Cinnimon said loudly to him while pointing her finger at Cinnamon.

"She's clarifying my mom's question to me when it's actually not necessary," Cinnamon said to him while pointing her own finger at Cinnimon.

He pauses eating and sighed. "Can you guys be courtesy to each other?" he asked both Cinnamon and Cinnimon. "And let's have a peace and quiet-ass breakfast?"

Cinnamon and Cinnimon glanced at each other without saying a word to each other nor to themselves and not even answering his questions.

But he take the few seconds of quietness from both of his daughters as a yes. "Okay let's eat," he said before taking another bite of his breakfast.

And as soon after that, Cinnamon, Cinnimon and their mom have continue eating their breakfast as well.

More than several minutes later after breakfast, Cinnamon and Cinnimon were back at the upper level and back into their respective bedrooms.

Cinnamon is at her bedroom standing in front of her bed where she's facing her green-background-colored pink-glitter-colored compression crew neck t-shirt as well as her short tight skinny dark blue jeans; both of them were still on her bed and still on their respective hangers.

"HEY GUYS YOU BETTER BE DRESSED UNLESS OUR ASSES ARE GONNA BE LATE!" Cinnamon's mom shouted across the upper level hall.

"Okay," Cinnamon and Cinnimon said it together.

"GOOD!" Cinnamon's mom shouts again.

Cinnamon then takes her t-shirt off of its own hanger and her short jeans off of its own hanger. After that she carried both her t-shirt and short jeans with her right hand and start heading out of her bedroom. Once she gets out of her bedroom, she heads towards the bathroom when suddenly Cinnimon quickly rushed towards the bathroom door much to her surprise.

"Hey there, not so fast," Cinnimon said.

"Not so fast?" Cinnamon asked with an arrogant attitude.

"Yeah not so fast," Cinnimon said.

"Because you think you just got there first, right?" Cinnamon asked.

"Yeah," Cinnimon said.

"Bullshit," Cinnamon said.

"No it's not bullshit," Cinnimon said as she shook her head.

"Yes it is bullshit, Cinnimon," Cinnamon said.

"How it is bullshit?" Cinnimon asked.

"How it is bullshit?" Cinnamon asked.

"Yeah, how it is bullshit?" Cinnimon asked.

"Well, you have been first at the bathroom and you never gave me a chance to have my turn to go to the bathroom first," Cinnamon explained.

"You can change your clothes in your bedroom...instead of going to the bathroom to change," Cinnimon said before she quickly open the bathroom door, swiftly went inside the bathroom before she quickly closed the bathroom door on Cinnamon.

"OH I CAN CHANGE MY CLOTHES IN MY BEDROOM INSTEAD OF GOING INTO THE BATHROOM TO CHANGE, HUH?!" Cinnamon shouted. Then she huffed with frustration before she shouts again "FUCK YOU, LITTLE SIS!"