Several minutes later, after the assembly, me, my mom and my aunt went into the freshman orientation tour with one of the small groups of other students and parents. These small groups take different directions as it's much easier than a large crowd of students with one tour guide.
By this point my mom and my aunt had figured where tour is located.
Guiding this small group that I'm in is Mrs. Williams, you know the same female staff member who stands at the entrance doorway awhile ago, greeting everyone entering the school building. Currently we finishing up learning about the Southern Watermelon science classroom and about to wrap up hearing introductions classrooms around the current hallway.
"Okay so that's all you guys need to know about the classrooms around this hallway," Mrs. Williams said.
We then head into another hallway where's two side hall occupying the in-between section of classrooms and offices. She decided to takes to the right hall.
"Alright if you take a look at the left is the arts and crafts classroom," Mrs. Williams said.
We then come to stop yet again as we turn towards our left and glance at the arts and craft classroom. The arts and crafts classroom has two doors stand side-by-side
From my point of view looking through window doors of the classroom, the arts and craft classroom itself is kinda...half-ass empty but with only a few supplies of arts and stuff onto a table.
"Now the arts and crafts classroom is currently refurbished so that's why you don't see a lot going on in there," Mrs. Williams explain to us.
Well, that explains why this classroom is half-ass empty: it's currently refurbished.
"They have been working on it since the last school year is over," Mrs. Williams added.
One person raised its hand.
"Um go ahead sir," she said to that person.
"Are there any problems with the classroom?" the male person asked.
"You’re saying are there problems with the classroom?" she replied.
"Yeah," he prompted.
"Well there are no problems...except it's getting older and older and older. I mean this school was built several decades ago and recently, we came to the conclusion that we need to keep this school fresh and vibrant fresh. So as a result of this conclusion, every other classroom have been kept fresh and vibrant fresh in the years since. Except for this classroom over here," she explains as she point her finger at, as I'm saying it again, the arts and crafts classroom. "But don't worry this classroom will be ready very soon," she said it with some optimism.
Another person, another male, raised his hand.
"Go ahead," she said as she points her finger at that person.
"Will we have arts and crafts this semester?" another male person asked.
"Of course," she said with a nod as she glanced back at the classroom. "Like I said, the arts and craft classroom will be finishing up refurbishing very soon and it will be good as new."
Meanwhile, there is a small group that has Mrs. McDonnell as a leader. Among the group are Cinnamon and her Caucasian best friend forever Cymberly, both of them carry their purses with them as well as the rest of the females.
As the small group follows Mrs. McDonnell, Cinnamon glanced over her shoulder again to look at the other group, which, again, is also turned out to by my group that I'm in. As she does, Cinnamon glances at my butt once again; and yes, it was my big beautiful bubble butt that attracted the daring eyes of a super incredibly sexy-ass hot-ass beautiful teenage girl that is Cinnamon.
Once again, Cymberly stops and glances at Cinnamon....and my butt for a few seconds.
Cinnamon glances back upfront, only to find her BFF Cymberly standing, glancing at her. She then walked towards her as she feels like she suddenly couldn't stay with her and her BFF's small group any longer. "Cymberly," she called her name.
"Yes, what BFF?" Cymberly asked.
Cinnamon glanced over her shoulder at my butt yet again before glancing back at Cymberly yet again.
But before Cinnamon tells her something, Cymberly had just figure it out what Cinnamon is glancing at. "Let me guess," she said. "You're checking out a guy's butt, are you?" Cymberly asked.
Cinnamon raised her eyebrows as she reacts with a slight shock to what Cymberly had just asked to her. "How did you know that?" Cinnamon asked Cymberly
"How do I know that?" Cymberly asked.
"Yeah, how did you know that?" Cinnamon asked.
"Because I was--," Cymberly says.
"You were checking me out?" Cinnamon asked.
"Uh yeah," Cymberly said.
"You were checking on me checking out his butt?" Cinnamon asked.
"Girl, it's okay; his butt is so pleasant!" Cymberly said, indicating that Cymberly also saw my butt (for at least less than a few seconds) and also very attractive to it.
"Pleasant?" Cinnamon asked.
"Yeah," Cymberly said.
"So wait you also checking out his butt as well?" Cinnamon asked.
"Well...yeah," Cymberly said.
Cinnamon looks over Cymberly's left shoulder and see that the small group is now several blocks away from her and her BFF and continues walking; Mrs. McDonnell is currently unaware that Cinnamon and Cymberly are stepping aside yet again...because she didn't turn her back yet before the next section of the hallway.
Cymberly glances over her shoulder at the same direction that her BFF Cinnamon is glancing at.
Then, Cinnamon and Cymberly glanced back at each other yet again, this time, wondering if they catch up to the small group yet again or decided to leave them for good and join my small group.
Three seconds later, they made a decision.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Cinnamon asked Cymberly.
"I'm thinking what you're thinking, BFF," Cymberly said.
"Let's go talk to Mrs. McDonnell," Cinnamon said as she starts to walk past Cymberly.
"Good idea," Cymberly said as she starts to follow her from behind.
Meanwhile at the same time, Mrs. McDonnell stops walking, the small group stops as well.
"Okay," Mrs. McDonnell said as she turns back around, facing the small group, still unaware that Cinnamon and Cymberly are missing from the group.
"Now how's the tour so far?" Mrs. McDonnell asked. "Good?"
"Yeah," most of the small group said.
"Um excuse me," Cinnamon said to Mrs. McDonnell as she catches up to the small group yet again along with her BFF Cymberly.
"Yes," Mrs. McDonnell said.
"Um, I think we gonna head out," Cinnamon said. "Me and Cymberly," she clarifies as she point fingers at herself and her BFF back and forth while explaining to Mrs. McDonnell.
Cymberly nods while glancing at Mrs. McDonnell.
"I'm sorry?" Mrs. McDonnell said as she didn't understand what Cinnamon and Cymberly meant.
"I'm going to head out with Cymberly," Cinnamon said to Mrs. McDonnell while continuing to point fingers at herself and Cymberly back and forth.
"Head out?" Mrs. McDonnell asked.
"Yeah," Cinnamon said.
"What do you mean...head out?" Mrs. McDonnell asked.
"What do I mean by heading out?" Cinnamon asked.
"Yeah what do you mean by heading out?" Mrs. McDonnell asked.
"Um...," Cinnamon tries to figure out the words to clarify her statement to answer the question properly.
Cymberly glanced at Cinnamon's nervous look on her face, knowing that her BFF struggles to say that she and her are leaving their small group.
At the same time, Mrs. McDonnell slightly squint her eyes, exchanging a confused look on her face as she tries to understand what Cinnamon is saying.
Cymberly glanced back at Mrs. McDonnell yet again as she quickly realizes that she has to help Cinnamon out real fast or else Mrs. McDonnell won't let them go.
"Is there a problem?" Mrs. McDonnell asked Cinnamon.
"Problem?" Cinnamon asked.
"Yeah," Mrs. McDonnell said.
"What did you mean?" Cinnamon asked.
"What did I mean?" Mrs. McDonnell replied.
"Yeah, what did you mean?" Cinnamon prompted.
"I mean ‘is there a problem’?" Mrs. McDonnell asked.
"Well..ah...," Cinnamon is still struggling to find words to answer clearly to the main question Mrs. McDonnell is asking her 'head out?' after telling her that she and her BFF is, again, head out of their small group.
Cymberly raised her hand.
"Go ahead," Mrs. McDonnell said to Cymberly.
"Well...here's the explanation," Cymberly said as she puts her hand down talking to Mrs. McDonnell, obviously helping her BFF Cinnamon out.
"Okay what's the explanation?" Mrs. McDonnell asked.
"The explanation is... ," Cymberly says before she yet again glanced over her shoulder at my small group, who is now currently several blocks apart from each other.
"The explanation is what?" Mrs. McDonnell asked as she placed both hands on her hips.
But like her BFF Cinnamon, Cymberly is now struggling to find words to explain to Mrs. McDonnell clearly and understandable.
At the same time, Cinnamon had already glanced at Cymberly, looking for help. But alas, Cymberly's help is...well...struggling as Cinnamon.
Mrs. McDonnell is quiet, waiting for an 'explanation' from Cymberly and an answer from Cinnamon as well as she tries to figure out what Cinnamon and Cymberly are trying to do.
"Well the explanation is that....," Cymberly says it again.
"C'mon we don't have time here," Mrs. McDonnell said as she pulls her left hand and starts snapping her left fingers like the sound of a ticking clock.
"Sorry," Cymberly apologizes.
"Sorry," Cinnamon apologizes to Mrs. McDonnell.
"I got the rest of my small group waiting for the tour to continue and both of you are wasting their time, our time, my time and you guys time," Mrs. McDonnell said to Cinnamon and Cymberly before she stops snapping her left fingers and placed her left hand back on her left hop.
Cinnamon and Cymberly glanced at each other yet again, this time nervously.
"Now spit it out or what?!" Mrs. McDonnell asked with a yell.
Cinnamon and Cymberly closes their eyes and took deep breathes before opening their eyes back, glancing at Mrs. McDonnell yet again.
Cinnamon then opens her mouth yet again.
Cymberly glanced at her simultaneously.
"Me and my friend Cymberly are heading out," Cinnamon said to Mrs. McDonnell while pointing her fingers at Cymberly and herself again.
"You and your friend are heading out?" Mrs. McDonnell asked.
"Yeah," Cinnamon said.
"Yep," Cymberly said.
Mrs. McDonnell breaths a sigh of relief. "Okay then," she said. "Is there an emergency or something or?"
Cinnamon and Cymberly glanced at each other before they glanced back at Mrs. McDonnell.
"Um there's something that we have to go to," Cymberly said to Mrs. McDonnell, not really explaining the real reason why she and Cinnamon are leaving their small group.
"Something that you two have to go to?" Mrs. McDonnell asked.
"Yeah," Cymberly said as she starts slowly walking backwards.
"We have to go," Cinnamon said to Mrs. McDonnell as she, too, slowly walking backwards.
"Okay so you guys exiting the tour?" Mrs. McDonnell asked.
"Yeah," Cinnamon and Cymberly said it together.
"Okay," Mrs. McDonnell said. "Thank you for joining us."
"You're welcome," Cinnamon said.
"You're welcome," Cymberly said.
As Cinnamon and Cymberly turn completely around and left their small group finally, they begin to walk towards the other small group, which is, again, my group.
At the same time Mrs. Williams is lecturing us about the Southern Watermelon Media Center while we all standing there, listening to our tour guide.
"The media center is available for hangout during lunchtime and for an appointment visit from any of your respective teachers," Mrs. Williams explains.
At the same time while I was listening to her, I started hearing footsteps coming towards us. When the footsteps are getting closer and closer as quick as I thought, I turned around to see Cinnamon and Cymberly walking towards us. Yep, it's the same Cinnamon whom I saw eaten a refreshment a while ago.
Mrs. Williams stops talking as she sees Cinnamon and Cymberly walking towards us. At the same time, the rest of us either turned slight around or glanced over their shoulders to look at the two super sexy-hot incredibly buff chicks that are incredibly taller than me....but approximately a head shorter than my mom and the same size as my aunt.
"Looks like we have a pair of guests crashing into the tour," Mrs. Williams said, referring to Cinnamon and Cymberly, who exchange their nervous look on their faces.
At the same time, most of us turned back around and either glanced back at Mrs. Williams or glanced back and forth at her and Cinnamon and Cymberly.
I'm still glancing at both Mrs. Williams and Cinnamon and Cymberly.
"Well we just...uhm...," Cinnamon tries to explain.
Cymberly glanced at Cinnamon.
Cinnamon then glanced at Cymberly, hoping that Cymberly has words ready to finish Cinnamon's sentence.
Cymberly quickly recognizes Cinnamon's desperate look on her face and her need of Cymberly's help.
"Getting lost?" Mrs. Williams asked.
Cinnamon glanced back at Mrs. Williams. "Getting lost?" Cinnamon asked.
Cymberly glanced back at Mrs. Williams as well.
"Yeah, are you two getting lost?" Mrs. Williams asked.
"Uhm...," Cinnamon struggles again.
"No," Cymberly said to Mrs. Williams, helping Cinnamon out.
"No?" Mrs. Williams said.
"No," Cymberly said it again as she shook her head.
"Then....," Mrs. Williams pauses, about to ask a question afterwards but got interrupted.
"We're trying to find a tour," Cinnamon said, apparently starting to lie.
Cymberly got shocked when Cinnamon hear it.
"Trying to find a tour?" Mrs. Williams asked.
"Yeah," Cinnamon said.
"Well there are a few tours within our school campus," Mrs. Williams asked. "Including this one that you two had just joined. There's one behind you two, for example," she points her finger straight forward towards the other small group that Cinnamon and Cymberly had just exited out.
Cinnamon and Cymberly glanced over their shoulders yet again, this time towards their aforementioned small group that they had just exited out.
"And they are other tours that you two may have passed or didn't see it," Mrs. Williams continued.
Cinnamon and Cymberly glanced back towards Mrs. Williams.
"So if you two are just joining us, then you two found a tour," Mrs. Williams said. "Please note that this tour, just like the other ones, is already in progress so I might not go over what I just toured again for the sake of you two, so whatever place you two think I missed, you may have to take a sneak peek yourselves. Also note that there are no reservations specific to any of those freshman orientation tours. So, welcome to the tour."
"Uhm," Cymberly said as she raised her hand.
"Go ahead," Mrs. Williams said as she points her finger towards Cymberly for a second.
"Uhm...that's not what Cinnamon had said," Cymberly said.
Mrs. Williams thought for a moment before opening her mouth again. "That's not what Cinnamon had said?" she asked.
"Nope uhm...," Cymberly said.
"Okay, first of all is this Cinnamon?" Mrs. Williams asked Cymberly while pointing her finger towards Cinnamon.
Cymberly glanced at Cinnamon yet again before glancing back at Mrs. Williams. "Yeah," Cymberly said to Mrs. Williams with a quick brief shrug.
"Okay," Mrs. Williams said. "And what did you think Cinnamon would have said?"
"What do I think my BFF would have said?" Cymberly asked.
"Yeah," Mrs. Williams said.
"Umm...," Cymberly thinks for a moment.
At the same time, Cinnamon glanced at her, hoping that her BFF would not blurt that she and her BFF came her into this tour to check out my big ass.
"Are you two feeling that you guys are in the wrong tour?" Mrs. Williams asked.
Cymberly is still thinking for a moment. Then she figured words to intentionally make a false statement (in order to not know Mrs. Williams that they come here to....you know what I mean).
I continue to glance back and forth at Mrs. Williams and Cinnamon and Cymberly, listening to their conversation, which, again, interrupted our tour.
"Cinnamon and I went looking through all the tours and finally made up our minds to go on this tour," Cymberly explains to Mrs. Williams. "Permanently."
Cinnamon glanced back at Mrs. Williams again.
"Permanently?" Mrs. Williams asked Cymberly.
Cinnamon glanced back at Cymberly.
"Yeah," Cymberly said to Mrs. Williams while nodding her head nervously.
Cinnamon glanced back at Mrs. Williams yet again, this time hoping for a 'okay, so far so good' response from our freshman orientation tour guide. Nope...at least not yet.
"And is it because the tour is better than the others?" Mrs. Williams asked Cymberly.
"Why exactly?" Cymberly asked.
"Is it because of my nice and calm personality or is this very much more understandable?" Mrs. Williams asked.
"Well...we thought...," Cymberly once again trying to find words to prevent Mrs. Williams from reasoning that - as I said this again - she and her BFF came here to check out my big ass.
Cinnamon then glanced at Cymberly yet again, waiting and praying for her BFF to spit words out of her mouth. Words that will help her and her BFF cover their butts.
"Thought what?" Mrs. Williams asked.
"Uhm....thought that you're the tour guide...with the most accurate information out there," Cymberly said as she starts to chuckle off while raising her palm briefly.
Cinnamon then quickly glanced back at Mrs. Williams yet again for the gazillionth time, this time with a half-ass smile, confident that Mrs. Williams will take it as an 'Okay, that's good' response and then just move on.
"Well we got tour guides with the most accurate information out there in this freshman orientation right now," Mrs. Williams explains to Cymberly.
Cinnamon's half-ass smile starts to fade slowly as she senses that Mrs. Williams will reject whatever reasoning that Cinnamon and her BFF came to our tour.
At the same time, Cymberly's chuckle begins to fade as well as she believes her false statement will probably not get through Mrs. Williams.
"We've got Mrs. McDonnell, we've got Mr. Williams; no relation to me as far as I know, we've got Mr. Kelly and we've got Mrs. Gomez," Mrs. Williams continued talking to Cymberly.
Cinnamon then glanced at Cymberly yet again.
At the same time, Cymberly is slowly taking a response as she starts to feel slight guilt, feeling that Mrs. Williams is rejecting her false statement. "Oh," she said to her.
"These are the tour guides we currently have right now," Mrs. Williams continued talking to Cymberly.
"Oh," Cymberly said it again as she glanced slightly down.
Cinnamon glanced back at Mrs. Williams. "And all of them have reliable information, accurate information?" she slightly stuttered/stumbled as she asked her.
"Yep," Mrs. Williams said.
Cinnamon then take a slight guilt as well. "Oh," she said.
"But don't worry I can see why you guys really came here," Mrs. Williams said.
Cinnamon and Cymberly glanced up and look at our tour guide yet again, now exchanging their nervous looks again, worrying that Mrs. Williams will 'expose' their real reasoning.
But no, Mrs. Williams saw a different belief in mind for them to join our tour. "We've got a mixture of parents and students here," she said. "I think you guys suffer from student drama syndrome, is that correct?"
This is the first time ever that I ever heard of the term out of our tour guide's month: Student drama syndrome? where the hell did that came from? Apparently, Mrs. Williams was thinking of some drama being erupted in the students-only group and it suffers both Cinnamon and Cymberly.
Cinnamon and Cymberly glanced at each other as they both wanted to answer the question...falsely. They then glanced back at Mrs. Williams with their answer. "Yes," they said with both heads nodding.
"Yes?" Mrs. Williams asked.
"Yes, yes," Cinnamon said as she and her BFF nods once more.
"Okay then," Mrs. Williams said before briefly pointing fingers at both Cinnamon and Cymberly again. "You two can take a deep breath and join us while we resume our tour, picking it up where it left off."
At least, Mrs. Williams didn't even think about my attractiveness being the reason why Cinnamon and Cymberly had come to this tour after leaving their students-only - or I should say, female students-only...although it hasn't been marked as such - small group. ...which makes Cinnamon and Cymberly breathe a big-ass sigh of relief.
"Now where were we?" Mrs. Williams turn to us again as she asked a question.
I turned around and glanced back up front at Mrs. Williams and raised my hand
"Go ahead," Mrs. Williams said to me.
"We were at the part about the Southern Watermelon Media Center," I said.
"Oh yes," Mrs. Williams said. "We were at the part about the media center."
I briefly shut my eyes and briefly nod my head.
"Now before we continue...," Mrs. Williams said before glancing back at Cinnamon and Cymberly yet again. "I need to know your name," she said to Cinnamon.
"Huh?" Cinnamon asked.
"We want to hear you introduce yourself to this small group," Mrs. Williams said.
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"Me introducing myself?" Cinnamon asked as she points her finger at herself.
"Yeah," Mrs. Williams nodded.
"To the whole group?" Cinnamon asked.
"Yeah," Mrs. Williams said it again.
Cinnamon took a deep breath.
Cymberly glanced at Cinnamon yet again, this time listening to Cinnamon, just like the rest of us.
"Hello my name is Cinnamon," Cinnamon said.
"Your name is Cinnamon?" Mrs. Williams said.
'Yeah," Cinnamon said.
"Okay," Mrs. Williams said. "Let's move on."
Cinnamon took a deep breath.
"Okay now the media center has been around since....the school's inauguration," Mrs. Williams said.
One male student raised his hand.
"Go ahead," she said as she points her finger at him.
"So the media center has been around...," the one male student says.
Mrs. Williams nods.
"....since the school's inauguration?" he asked.
"Yeah," Mrs. Williams said as she nods.
"Oh," he said.
Another male student raised his hand.
"Yes," Mrs. Williams said.
"Was the media center originally made as the library?" the second male student asked.
"Was the media center originally made....," she says as she tries to understand him.
"As the library?" he asked.
"As the library?" she replied.
"Yeah," he prompted with a nod.
"Umm...," Mrs. Williams said as she rubbed her hands while glancing at the media center's entrance doors and back at him. "Yeah," she said to him. "It was."
"It was?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said. "It was originally built as the library and then it converted to a media center and changed its name in the process and added computers and stuff."
"Okay," he said.
A female student raised her hand.
"Yes," Mrs. Williams said.
"When did it convert to a media center?" the said female student asked.
"When did it convert to a media center?" Mrs. Williams replied.
"Yeah, when did it convert to a media center?" the said female student prompted.
"It was ten years," Mrs. Williams said.
"Ten years?" the said female student asked.
"Yeah, ten years," Mrs. Williams said with a nod. "The school convert the library to a media center approximately ten years ago and dedicated to this neighborhood that we're at."
The said female student nodded her head.
"With computers and stuff, you can work on your homework, your classwork, and other computer stuff like visual arts and crafts," Mrs. Williams explains to us.
Most of us glanced at the media center for a few seconds as we're listening to Mrs. Williams
"In addition to computers and stuff," Mrs. Williams is telling us. "This place is also place to hangout."
Another female student raised her hand.
"Yeah," Mrs. Williams said while pointing her finger at said another female student.
"So wait, the media center is also a place to hangout?" the second female student asked.
"Yep," Mrs. Williams nodded her head.
"Oh," the second female student said.
"Alright," Mrs. Williams clapped her hands once. "Let's move on to another place towards our right," she says as she points her finger towards our right.
We then titled our heads towards our right, facing the same direction that Mrs. Williams is pointing her finger towards.
"Now this is the lounge," Mrs. Williams continued. "It was originally the storage room but then they have decided to bring some of the stuff to a new school that has been built across the other neighborhood."
My aunt, aka Aunt Catherine, raised her hand
"Yes," Mrs. Williams said as she point her finger at Aunt Catherine.
"So it's converted to a lounge now?" Aunt Catherine asked.
"Yeah," Mrs. Williams said.
"What were some of the things that were brought to the new school?" Aunt Catherine asked.
"What were some of the things that were brought to the new school?" Mrs. Williams replied as she's trying to understand what Aunt Catherine had just asked.
"Yeah, what were some of the things that were brought to the new school?" Aunt Catherine prompted.
"Umm...not sure," Mrs. Williams said.
"Not sure?" Aunt Catherine replied.
"No, not sure," Mrs. Williams prompted.
"How not sure?" Aunt Catherine asked.
"How not sure?" Mrs. Williams replied.
"Yeah, how not sure?" Aunt Catherine prompted.
"Well I wish I was there when some of the school staff members start removing storage out of the storage area and pick which one would sent to the new school," Mrs. Williams explain.
"Oh," Aunt Catherine said.
"But I wasn't there," Mrs. Williams said.
"You weren't there?" Aunt Catherine asked.
"No," Mrs. Williams said as she shook her head.
"....when all of this were happening?" Aunt Catherine asked.
"No I wasn't there, sorry," Mrs. Williams said. "If I were there, I would tell you what type of books were sent and what grade the books themselves are assigned."
"Okay," Aunt Catherine said as she nods her head. "I understand."
The first male student raised his hand.
"Go ahead," Mrs. Williams said.
"What's the new school?" he asked.
"What's the new school?" Mrs. Williams replied.
"Yeah, what's the new school?" he prompted.
"Well the new school is going to be Southern Watermelon High School," Mrs. Willaims said.
"Southern Watermelon High School?" he asked.
"Yeah, Southern Watermelon High School," she said.
"Do they need books?" he asked.
"Umm....," she said as she thought about it for a moment.
"Oh do they want books?" he asked.
She's still thinks for a moment. Then she opens her mouth yet again. "No," she said with her head shook. "They didn't need books or want books....from us, of course. But we gave those books to them because we thought if Southern Watermelon still has space of these displaced books."
"Uh-huh," he said.
"And they are lovely," Mrs. Williams said. "Lovely that they have those extra books."
He nods.
The second male student raised his hand again.
"Yeah," Mrs. Williams said as she points her finger at him.
"Are those displaced books been very old to keep in this school?" the second male student asked.
"Well not all of them are just old books," Mrs. Williams said. "There are also recent books and newer books as well. Again, we want to be generous to be giving those books to the new school while at the same time delighted to convert the storage room into a lounge because of all the big space it has."
The first female student raised her hand.
"Yes mam," Mrs. Williams said.
"So now that you have gave some of the books to the new school, which is um....,"
"Southern Watermelon High School," Mrs. Williams corrected her.
"Yeah thanks," the first female student said. "Where did you guys relocate the rest of the book?"
"Where did we relocate them?" Mrs. Williams asked.
"Yeah," the first female student said.
"Well we locate them in a few classrooms because of the shortage number of students we have and those classrooms are no longer necessary except for converting them to mini storage rooms," Mrs. Williams explains.
"Okay," the first female student said.
"Okay, that's it for this hallway," Mrs. Williams said as she clapped her hands and turn completely around. "Now let's move along, shall we," she said as she starts walking.
The rest of us start following her.
We then reached towards the dead end.
"Alright come towards the left side please?" Mrs. Williams told us as she turns towards her left.
We follow her direction towards left. After that, we kept walking until we stopped as we get to the next destination.
Mrs. Williams then turns back around and face us upfront yet again. "So pointing to my left is the...the...," she suddenly struggles while pointing her finger towards her (technically) left as she couldn't remember what room or the name of the room she's currently pointing at.
The majority of us glanced at each other as we're witnessing Mrs. Williams' brainfarting.
At the same time, Cinnamon sees an opportunity; she knows what Mrs. Williams is pointing at and she want to express her knowledge about it.
Cymberly glanced at Cinnamon - not aware of what Cinnamon is gonna do - before glancing back at Mrs. Williams, who still can't seem to remember the room that she's currently pointing at.
Cinnamon than raised her hand.
Mrs. Williams stops and glances at her. "Yes mam, did you know what this place is?" she asked her.
"Yeah," Cinnamon said.
"You do?" Mrs. Williams asked.
"Yeah," Cinnamon said.
"Because...I obviously can't remember what the room was," Mrs. Williams said as she shrug her shoulders and glanced her head down and around slightly.
Cymberly raised her hand.
"Yeah," Mrs. Williams said.
"So you remember what the room was?" Cymberly asked.
"I wish but no," Mrs. Williams said.
Cymberly went silent as she's listening to Mrs. Williams.
"Do you also know what the room is?" Mrs. Willaimas asked her.
"I'll let my BFF Cinnamon tell what the room is," Cymberly said.
"Okay well this is the Social Studies Office," Cinnamon said.
Cymberly widen her eyebrows as she reacted with shock that Cinnamon knows the room's name than Mrs. Williams, who is supposedly our tour guide who should know everything by now.
As soon as Cinnamon said that, Mrs. Williams quickly realizes that there's a smartphone in her pocket so that she can check to see where we are at currently.
"Uh hold on," Mrs. Williams said as she put one finger up in the air briefly before she start searching through her clothing pockets. "You can continue."
"The Social Studies Office is an office to the social studies part of the school," Cinnamon explains to us. "That's where the social studies stuff is located."
The rest of us listen to Cinnamon as she was touring us at the moment.
"Okay...found it," Mrs. Williams said as she take out her smartphone out of one of her pockets and holds her smartphone with one hand in mid-air.
The first male student raised his hand.
"Go ahead," Mrs. Williams said while pointing her finger of her other hand at him.
"You found it?" he asked as he put his hand down.
"Yeah I found it," Mrs. Williams said. "I found my smartphone."
The second female student raised her hand.
"Go ahead," Mrs. Williams asked as she points her finger at the second female student.
"So you checking to see if the bun-haired girl got it right?" the second female student asked Mrs. Williams.
"Who? Cinnamon?" Mrs. Williams asked.
"Yeah," the second female student said.
And yes Cinnamon is also known as the bun-haired girl....because her hair was tied up into a ponytail.
"I'm going to right now," Mrs. Williams said as she starts touching her smartphone.
Cinnamon looks around, wondering if she can continue explaining about the Social Studies Office. "Should I...go on?" she asked Mrs. Williams as she glanced back at her yet again.
"Um...hold on," Mrs. Williams said as she's - again - touching her smartphone with her finger.
Cinnamon went quiet.
So as the rest of us as we waiting to hear Mrs. Williams' verdict of Cinnamon's knowledge regarding the Social Studies Office.
And I'm hoping that Mrs. Williams will say 'that's correct'....because it's correct; I also know the place before but I would rather have someone else to volunteer unless if no one knows the answer.
"Oh gosh," Mrs. Williams said as she sees something on her smartphone. "You need to tell me that I need to charge the battery of my smartphone?" she asked herself.
The rest of us glanced at each other yet again before glancing back at Mrs. Williams yet again as we're still waiting for an answer from her.
Mrs. Williams then glanced at us yet again while still holding onto her smartphone.
"Soo...," Cymberly said, as if she wants to know if her BFF Cinnamon got it right. But unfortunately, it appears that, since Mrs. Williams' smartphone needs to be charging, there won't be an answer from our tour guide.
Mrs. Williams slightly grasped. "Okay since my smartphone's battery is on its way to the 'To Be Recharge' zone," she said as she puts her smartphone away. "Does anyone else know this place as well?" she asked as she points finger at the Social Studies Center.
I nodded and raised my hand; this time, I decided to volunteer to confirm Cinnamon's knowledge of this school....because I also have my own knowledge of this school.
"Yeah," Mrs. Williams said as she points her finger at me.
"I think she's correct," I said as I put my hand down, referring to Cinnamon
"She's correct?" Mrs. Williams asked, also referring to Cinnamon.
"Yeah she's correct," I said. "This is Social Studies Center. I read it from the school map section of the freshman orientation brochure."
"Oh so you two study the school map," Mrs. Williams said as she point her finger at both me and Cinnamon.
"Yeah," Cinnamon and I said it together while nodding our heads. Then we stopped nodding our heads and glanced at each other for a bit.
"Okay did you guys know this place?" Mrs. Williams said as she points her finger towards our right.
Cinnamon and I glanced at the direction that she's pointing at; it's a classroom.
"Yeah," Cinnamon said as she and I glanced at her yet again while nodding our heads again.
"What is it?" Mrs. Williams asked.
"What is it?" I replied.
"Yeah, what is it?" she prompted.
"It's a classroom," Cinnamon said.
"It's a what?" Mrs. Williams asked.
"A classroom," Cinnamon said.
Mrs. Williams glanced at the classroom's door before glancing back at us.
"Yep, it's a classroom," Cinnamon reiterated.
"Sir, can you confirm it?" Mrs. Williams asked me as she, apparently forgot about some of the areas of the school campus.
"Yes," I said.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Yes, I can confirm that this is a classroom," I said. And that's without me pulling out and checking my smartphone to see if Cinnamon was correct.
"Okay then," Mrs. Williams said with a slow nod. "You two are great," she said as she points her fingers at us again. "You two are helping me out!"
Cinnamon and I half-smile as we're reacting to her - what I call - positive comments.
"Helping me out...figuring out this school...much of this school that I forgot," Mrs. Williams continued.
I raised my hand yet again.
"Go ahead," Mrs. Williams said.
"You forgot about much of this school?" I asked.
"Apparently yes," she said.
"Did you study the brochure?" I asked. "Like you guys told us to do?"
"Umm...yeah," she said.
"Yeah?" I replied.
"Yeah. I study the brochure once but then I get caught watching the newest episode of 'Keeping Up with the Trashidouskys' and it get stuck into my head," Mrs. Williams said.
Then almost all of us immediately starts to chatter indistinctly.
"Okay whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!" Mrs. Williams shouts as she hold both hands in mid-air. "Just because I thrown in an off-topic name doesn't mean you guys start chatter off-topic stuff."
Almost all of us starts to quiet down.
"We're still on the tour, there's no time for chatter. Okay?" She asked us.
Now all of us were quiet...at least for the moment.
"You guys can chatter off-topic stuff after the tour," Mrs. Williams said. "So as I was saying sir," she says as she points at me yet again. "I got caught watching the Trashidouskys and, what did you know, I forgot about much of this school by the time I went to school this morning."
"Oh so you watch the Trashidouskys then," I said.
"Yeah," Mrs. Williams said.
"Do you find Tim Trashidousky hot or super-hot?" I asked, referring to the super-awesome young man who is prominent in the show. "Or not/none of the above?"
"Umm...like I said, let's not get off-topic here during the tour, alright?" Mrs. Williams asked.
"Oh sorry," I said.
"No that's okay," she said. "Alright let's move on."
We then continue on the tour for several minutes. After that, we head towards the area near the backyard entrance as the freshman orientation tour is coming to a close.
"Okay that's it for the tour," Mrs. Williams said as she turned around and glanced upfront at us yet again. "The freshman orientation tour. Hopefully you guys will know the directions to your respective homerooms and classrooms. So," she clapped her hands once yet again.
The first male student raised his hand yet again.
"Yeah," Mrs. Williams said.
"What if I forgot about some of them?" he asked.
"What if you forgot about any of them? she asked.
"Yeah, when we come to the first day of school," he said.
"Um don't worry about it," she said. "We got teachers and staff members are there to help you. But you guys have to study the map and know the directions of your respective classrooms."
"Okay," he said.
"Any other questions?" she asked the rest of us.
The rest of us went quiet, wondering if any of us would raised a hand to ask a question to her. But none of us raised a hand nor even ask a question without raising a hand (the latter of which is not allowed to do, anyway).
"Okay, thank you guys for the freshman orientation tour," Mrs. Williams said. "We'll gonna be having a freshman orientation picnic in the coming minutes."
"A what?" Aunt Catherine asked.
"Uh um," Mrs. Williams said to Aunt Catherine before Mrs. Williams herself raising her hand, acknowledges that Aunt Catherine didn't raised her hand (even though she's an adult).
"Oh," Aunt Catherine said as she raised her hand.
"Yeah," Mrs. Williams said.
"A what?" Aunt Catherine asked again.
"A freshman orientation picnic," Mrs. Williams said.
"A freshman orientation picnic?" Aunt Catherine asked as she put her hand down.
Mrs. Williams nodded her head.
"Holy mackerel," Aunt Catherine said, trying to be PG-rated as possible because...this is a lecture insurrection. (Yes, the freshman orientation tour is a lecture insurrection).
"Yeah, holy mackerel is right," Mrs. Williams said. "It's not just the tour and the assembly and the refreshments - the early refreshments - that the freshman orientation has to offer."
I raised my hand to ask a question.
"Can you please wait for a second and put you hand down, sir?" Mrs. Williams asked me. "I would be appreciated. You should have raised you hand when I ask you if you have any questions."
I then put my hand down as she told.
"Thank you," she said. "As I'm saying, it's not just the tour, the assembly, and the early refreshments that the freshman orientation has to offer," she explains again.
Some of us glanced at each other before glancing back at her while still listening to her at the same time.
"We also have a picnic," she tells us again. "That's right, the freshman orientation has a picnic, a freshman orientation picnic, that is. Now, like I said, the picnic is coming in a few minutes."
Cinnamon sighed for relief. Sighed for relief that her knowledge of the school have paid off during the tour.
"In the meantime you can still check out the school," Mrs. Williams continued. "Or you can go right ahead and head towards the picnic table."
Most of us glanced at each other yet again, this time with smiles on our faces as most of us are excited for the freshman orientation picnic to happen.
"Now sir, what question you're gonna ask me?" Mrs. Williams asked.
"Are there gonna be the same refreshments from the main hallway?" I asked.
"Are there gonna be the same....," Mrs. Williams says as she tries to understand what I'm saying.
"Are there gonna be the same refreshments as the ones from the main hallway?" I asked her again, this time with more clarification.
"Um no," Mrs. Williams said with a head shake.
"No?" I asked.
"No, there are gonna be different refreshments in the picnic than the ones you see in the main halls," Mrs. Williams explains. "Because there are only once when you're allowed to pick up a refreshment and you can't take out more than one while with the different refreshments in the picnic, you're allowed to pick up more than one refreshment."
"I'm guessing there's a shortage limit to the early refreshments," I said.
"Well actually, the early ones were homemade by our staff members; they couldn't make more because they're human just like the rest of us so that's why you and you guys are only allowed to pick one."
"What about the new ones?" I asked.
"Well our school have actually brought a substantial amount of stuff from The Baltimore-Washington Food & Drink Company because the company's employees worked tireless almost five days a week and we like to thank them for that."
"Okay," I said.
"Any more questions?" she asked.
Once again, most of us went silent, wondering if any one of us would raised a hand at the last minute.
"Going once, going twice....okay enjoy the rest of your experience at the freshman orientation at Southern Watermelon High School," Mrs. Williams said.
"All right, thank you," Cathyrine said.
"Thank you so much," Aunt Catherine said.
The rest of us said their thank yous to Mrs. WIlliams as we're dispersing and walk while she's standing there in the middle. Except for Cinnamon and Cymberly who are currently approaching towards me.
At the same time, Cathyrine and Aunt Catherine stopped walking and glanced at me.
"So Calhoun wanna go to the picnic?" Aunt Catherine asked me. "With us?"
"Ahead of schedule?" Cathyrine asked.
"Umm...," I said, thinking about it for a moment as I glanced over my shoulder to see Cinnamon and Cymberly heading closer towards me. It's pretty clear to me that I really want to have a conversation with this super sexy hot buff chick that is almost the same age as me and gonna be the same grade level as me when school begins on Monday.
"Oh you just want to wait?" Aunt Catherine asked me.
I then turned back around, glancing upfront at my mom and my aunt. "Can I hang out here for a little while and talk to these two senses-pleasing and aesthetically-minded ladies please?"
Cathryine and Aunt Catherine glanced at each other.
Though, Aunt Catherine looked annoyed. Annoyed that Cathyrine is...well looking at her. "Why are you looking at me for?" Aunt Catherine asked Cathryine.
"Why am I looking at you for?" Cathyrine asked.
"Yeah, why are you looking at me fore?" Aunt Catherine asked.
"I'm gonna ask you the same question," Cathyrine said.
"You're gonna ask me the same question?" Aunt Catherine asked.
"Yep," Cathyrine asked.
"Okay so what was the same question?" Aunt Catherine asked.
"What was the same question?" Cathyrine replied.
"Yeah, what was the same question?" Aunt Catherine prompted.
Cathyrine chuckles off. "Apparently it's you who need to be lectured," she said as she crosses her arms.
"No no," Aunt Catherine said as she shook her head.
"Because you certainly didn't remember what the same question that you asked me was," Cathyrine pointed out. And she's right; Aunt Catherine asked 'why is she looking at her?' and seconds later she had forgot about. At least that's what Cathryine presumed just now.
"No no, I'm your boss," Aunt Catherine said.
"Whoa whoa wait...my boss?" Cathyrine asked.
"Yeah so don't tell lecture me on what the same question was because I know the same question," Aunt Catherine said.
"You know the same question?" Cathyrine asked.
"Yeah so tell me what is the same question," Aunt Catherine said.
"Well the same question that I'm asking is WHY THE HELL ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME FOR?" Cathyrine asked as she uncross her arms.
"Why the hell am I looking at you for?" Aunt Catherine asked.
"Yeah, why the hell are you looking at me for?" Cathyrine asked.
The argument between my mom and my aunt had caused a lot of commotion among the visitors, staff members and incoming freshman students including me and Cinnamon.
Mrs. Williams, who is already standing not several blocks behind the exit door to the backyard, steps a few blocks towards my mom and my aunt.
"Gosh," Cymberly said as she reacting to the argument.
"Um excuse me," Mrs. Williams said as she reached closer towards Cathyrine and Aunt Catherine, who both glanced at her yet again. "Can you guys take it outside? We don't need the drama here before the picnic starts."
Cathyrine and Aunt Catherine then glanced back at each other.
"Yeah let's take it outside," Aunt Catherine said as she walks away from Cathyrine and Mrs. Williams.
"Yeah good idea," Cathyrine said as she follows her.
Cathyrine and Mrs. Williams then heading towards the exit door and push the panic/crash bars respectfully, opening the doors in the process while the two super tall and super buff women left the building....for now.
I then turned around and glanced back at Cinnamon and Cymberly. And I started to fully notice their bodies right now; I didn’t notice that much back then – other than big, strong and tall hot chicks – because I was too busy focusing on the tastiness of the cookie with my mom and my aunt. But I’m starting to fully notice her right now. I never seen a girl quite like that before, let alone two girls. Looking at her from my point of view, Cinnamon has an absolutely super goddamn awesome physique that is incredibly impressive and incredibly amazing as shit. In other words, Cinnamon is SUPER TALL, SUPER MUSCULAR, SUPER BUFF, SUPER BEEFY, SUPER BUXOM AND SUPER BOOTICLIOUS! She boats BIGGER BICEPS and BIGGER TRICEPS, BIGGER BROADER SHOULDERS, STRONGER MUSCLE BACK, LONG NECK, STRON MUSCLE TRAPS, STRONG-ASS BEAUTIFUL-ASS HARD-ROCK-AS-FUCK SIX-PACK ABS and a MUSCULAR CHEST with BIG-ASS GORGEOUS PECS AND DEFINITELY THE AMPLEST-ASS MUSCLE BREASTS I ever seen in a upper body of a girl. She also boats, STRONG MUSCLE LEGS, STRONG MUSCLE CURVACEOUS HIPS and DEFINITELY THE AMPLER, FIRMEREST, TIGHTER-PACKED and WELL-ROUNDED BUBBLE BUTT I ever seen in a lower body of a girl! She doesn't have the biggest boobs nor the biggest butt nor the biggest muscles like my mom has, but GODDAYYYAMN! she's still got a WHOLE LOTTA junk in the trunk and a WHOLE LOTTA bust in the chest while possessing a SUPER-DUPER incredible strength of character that shines through in every aspect of her life. LIKE I SAID, SHE HAS AN SUPER AWESOME BODY. MATTER OF FACT, MORE THAN A SUPER AWESOME BODY; SHE HAS A SUPER-DUPER AWESOME BODY!
Same thing as Cymberly’s…okay not quite but close, very very close; she still has the same height and almost the same amount of muscles as Cinnamon’s; it’s just that Cymberly’s muscle boobs, while still ample, are not ample enough to match the size of Cinnamon’s. Nor even her buttocks, which, while still ample, didn’t matched the same size of Cinnamon’s. And I’m probably thinking that with Cinnamon's massive-ass muscles, as well as her more substantial-ass chest and buttocks compared to Cymberly's.
In addition, they both wear earrings as well as their painted fingernails.
Cinnamon could be more of a better fighter than Cymberly. At least that’s what I believe considering the wisdom that the bigger the boobs, the curvier the hips, the bigger the butt and the bigger the muscles, the more powerful and more stronger a girl really is. Or a female is, to put to you that way. That applies very well to both my mom and my aunt. Cinnamon and Cymberly however, I haven’t seen them in action yet, but if there’s trouble happening in the city, I will.
In short, Cinnamon and Cymberly’s bodies are truly remarkable showcasing exceptional muscle definition and tone with beautiful-ass feminine features to add with them. And while I don’t think they even match my mom nor even my aunt in terms of size and strength, they still have surpassed me in size and height. And goddamn, they must have been working out A LOT; it’s evident to me that they has put in a significant amount of effort into their fitness regimens. That is….if they went to the gym almost every day with at least one rest day per week perhaps.
And Again, I’m…super impressed and super amazed by their physiques.
Anyway, I begin to talk to them as my mom and my aunt went outside to air out their drama .
"Mmm," I exclaimed. "You are very knowledgeable about this high school," I said as I'm feeling admiration for Cinnamon's diligence to school building research. "Is it out of curiosity or you're interested to become a tour guide?"
"Well...," she said. "...the teacher has just brainfarted so I take over, knowing good and well that I have to be fully informed about the school or else I brainfart as well."
"So you weren't intended to becoming a tour guide, then?" I asked.
"Uhh no," she said.
"Well at least you did a good-ass job guiding me and the rest of us through the school," I complimented her.
"Well...uhhh," she said awkward while briefly placing her right hand over the back of head and sofltly rubbing it. "Thank you," she replied while exchanging a smile as she lets go her hand off her head.
"Did you also study the information from the brochue as well?" I asked Cymberly.
"Yeah," Cymberly said as she nodded.
"Hmm, sounds like you're a sexy hot muscle chick with nigh quintessential intelligence," I inquired.
"Wait, what?" Cinnamon reacted with sarcastic shock.
"And probably you too," I said to Cymberly.
Cymberly chuckles off. "No, wait," she said.
"Did you get straight As like her?" I asked Cymberly.
"Well yeah but--," she said.
"Look," Cinnamon said to me. "Just because we got straight As since kidnergarten doesn't make us chicks with higger-ass degree of uhhh...umm...."
"...information?" Cymberly said, helping her.
Cinnamon glanced at her as it was exactly not the word she was looking for. "Yeah," she said while nodding. "Information," she said to me.
I then exchanged a questionable look on her face in response. "So getting straight As doesn't make you guys super brainy chicks?" I asked.
"Well...," Cinnamon paused as she went awkward. She glanced at Cymberly for help again but Cymberly, too, got awkward as well. So she went back to me as she's trying to answer. "I mean, sure, I can spout facts and theories and um....um...."
"Fake stuff?" Cymberly asked, helping her again.
"Well is fake stuff the same as theories?" Cinnamon asked.
Cymberly thought for a moment before she opened her mouth again. "I have no idea," she said.
"Me neither," Cinnamon said before she went back to me. "spouting information," she said to me. "But...it's more than just knowledge."
"Yeah, there's this balancing act of studying and chores and jobs and free time," Cymberly said to me. "Bascailly the balancing act of studying and life. That includes mastering the art of procrastination." She then raised her eyebrows as she reacts in shock to what she had just said.
"Wait, what?" I said as I also reacted shockingly, albeit slightly.
Cinnamon glance at Cymberly before she glances back at me while also reacting with shock. "Well it's not what you think," she said to me. "Procrastination takes a lot of work."
I exchanged a questionable look again as I didn't believe a word that she just said.
"Look man, it’s fucking true," she said. “True as fuck.”
"So you think that procrastination is art?" I asked Cymberly.
Cymberly took a short-ass pause before she opens her mouth yet again. "Okay let me explain," she said. "Procrastination happens...in a way that has been unplanned. I mean, I get started on my homework with the best of intentions but then suddenly I found myself spending a lot of fucking time surfing the net on any platform. And then hours later, it's bedtime and I haven't started on my assignment."
"So basically you do your homework at the last minute right?" I asked.
Cymberly paused for a second again before she opened her mouth yet again. "Yeah," she nodded. "And so is her," she pointed at Cinnamon.
Cinnamon then glanced at Cymberly yet again with another shocking look on her face before she sighs. "Yes," she admitted. "Yes I did."
"You master procrastination as well?" I asked Cinnamon.
"Well um....umm...," she said as she softly rubs the back of her head with her right hand again while struggling to come up with an answer. "It's a long story, I guess," she said with slight embarrassment, indicating that Cinnamon probably shouldn't model what her BFF's is doing, but that's my theory.
"Alright let me question the both of you, how the fuck in the fucking world are you guys still managing to get straight As then?" I asked.
Cinnamon then placed her right hand back down again.
“Well I have my habits,” said Cymberly, quite durly and coldly.
"Well, what are your habits, girlfriend," Cinnamon said with a skeptic expression.
"Oh well you see, ummm....," Cymberly tries to explain to me while struggling to to explain words at the same time. "....stimulation at the last minute is uhhh....ummm.....a tool that you can use. Actually.....fairly useful in my opinion. The fact is....ummm....the closer a date is, the more I get even more wonderful-ass ideas. So uhhh yeah, it fosters creativity like it is and it respects...ummm....the stereotype as its artwork."
"And what do you get if your ideas become not so cerebral?" I asked since I was sincerely curious about the weaknesses of the last-minute plan that Cymberly had in mind. Given the above, I can easily imagine an episode in which Cymberly brings her schoolwork with incomplete assignments or even fails to submit them at all.
Cymberly gives the topic some thought and time for a moment. "Well.....," she pauses for a moment before she gives an answer. "....that is the risk,” she said. "Is it worth it, though? Well, sometimes I can produce the best fucking solutions ever....that's when I'm under pressure. Other times though, I can produce the worst fucking solutions ever. Nevertheless, now and then I am willing to accept a certain level of failure."
"Like when you and your ‘brilliant-ass idea’ managed to effectively pull off a brilliant-ass disaster," Cinnamon fires back. “It could take hours to rectify, and you had to work your ass off through the night to sort that shit out.”
"Yeah, yeah, that fateful rewriting session that allegedly took place late at night," Cymberly chuckled amicably. "Classic, but that’s part of the undertaking – the splitting of the brow – I do love the rush that comes with a deadline."
Feeling skeptical over the value of such an idea, I furrowed my eyebrow to express my disbelief. “Well, don’t you two bother about the possibilities of taking more than the given time or providing substandard work?” I asked them.
With hardly a second glance, Cymberly raised her shoulders in what appeared to be an epitome of nonchalance. Indeed, the question was met with laughter; “Oh, there’s stress, of course, but we manage to get ourselves under control,” she said. “I’m quite skillful in anticipating when panic attacks. In case the worst happens, I already have a backup plan.”
“And what's the backup plan really? More procrastination?" Cinnamon teased her.
Looking at her BFF, Cymberly smiled as she glanced at her BFF. “Well, who knows, maybe the next time you will use your favorite skill of procrastination to save the day, huh?” she said.
I sighed. “I cannot believe you guys have made procrastination look like some sort of an art form,” I said. “An art form that is not an art form.”
“It’s a talent, man,” Cymberly said as she gave a shrug. “A talent that not everybody can wear it off.”
“But both of us like to get things done as soon as possible….,” Cinnamon said to me. “…..and then procrastinate.”
"Yeah, yeah," Cymberly said. “The main issue for the both of us is to find that perfect balance where you can work but not overdo it and at the same time be as lazy as you can.”
During our conversation, Cinnamon and Cymberly are talking about how they approach solving issues themselves in different manners and we all had a good laugh. It is funny how both of them who practices such extraordinary ways came to amaze me throughout their academic approaches. A mystery to them is always how one is able to multitask
“Oh well, maybe being a perfect student is a pretty relative idea, isn’t it Cinnamon?” I replied. “So, what is your secret then? How are you able to juggle everything?”
“Oh it is not really a secret,” Cinnamon told me. "As much as possible, I would stay organized and keep my thoughts in order… and when chaos comes knocking, I knock it back a little." She then sighed before continuing. "I think the important thing is that leaning isn't about perfection or being perfect, it's about the journey."
I simply gave a clear nod of affirmation at her standpoint and could only thank her for it. "True. Thus the mode of learning embodies the true journey."
Cinnamon nodded.
"Looking at you guys' physiques, I can tell you two have been working out a lot, right?" I said.
"Yeah," Cinnamon and Cymberly said it together while glancing back at me.
"Well I can each give you guys an A+ in the bodybuilding department," I said. "Pretty sure you guys have been following examples from Elena McHarridon, don't you?"
Cinnamon and Cymberly glanced at each other with their eyes widening. "How do you know?" they asked together while glancing back at me.
"Trust me," I said. "I seen plenty of females trying to be like Elena as much as plenty of males trying to be like Tim Trashidousky," I said. "Out of all the female bodybuilders that I saw, you two girls have knocked out of the park. Well, except for my mom and my aunt, who both completely outshine everyone. But still, you guys have truly excelled for me."
"Thanks," they said it together.
"Your bodies are works of art, harmonious fusions of elegance and splendor that goes beyond simple physiology," I said.
Then we hear a sound. A sound of a ringtone.
Cinnamon and Cymberly glanced at each other, this time wondering whose ringtone is it. Then Cinnamon quickly realizes it was hers. She reacts with a slight frustration as she knows it's from somebody from her family.
"Pretty sure it's my mom wanting to get my big ass to the picnic right now," Cinnamon said as she quickly pull her smartphone out of her purse and glanced at her smartphone screen. It reads:
Messages - from Mom
"Where the heck are you? Your big ass should be outside with me eating good fresh-ass picnic."
Cinnamon sighed.
"Is that her?" Cymberly asked.
"Unfortunately, yes," Cinnamon said as she puts her smartphone back into her purse. "Well it's a nice talking to you," she said to me.
"Hey I haven't said my name to you guys, yet," I said. "Have I?"
Cinnamon and Cymberly paused for less than a second. Then, they open their mouths yet again. "No," they said.
"Alright, well, I'm Calhoun," I said. "What's yours?"
"Cinnamon," Cinnamon said.
"I'm Cymberly," Cymberly said.
"Nice to meet you guys," I said.
"Nice to meet you too," they said.
"Well, we have now concluded our interaction for the day so...cheerio," I said as I waved at them while walking away from them
They waved at me back.
As soon as I was walking away, the small pouch that was attached to my belt suddenly fell off to the floor.
About a second, Cinnamon take notice the moment that I finally gone outside. She quickly picks it up off the floor and was about to give it to me.
"Hey Calhoun," she shouted as she starts quickly walking.
But as soon as she starts quickly walking, she was unaware that a female teacher with the sweater, holding a stack of textbooks with both hands walking backwards, heading towards her. So much so that they bumped onto each other, not only knocking them down on the floor but also knocking both my pouch off of Cinnamon's hand and the textbooks off of said female teacher's hands.
Cinnamon immediately gets up off the ground while her eyes widening, realizing what she had just happened while simultaneously, the female teacher sweater got mad that she, well, bumped off and knock the textbooks off of her hand.
"Holy crap," Cinnamon said with both of her hands on the back of the hand.
"Yeah, holy crap is right," the female teacher with the sweater said as she, too, gets up from the floor and glanced at Cinnamon. "You didn't see me walking, huh?!"
"Um...well...," she said awkwardly.
"Well nothing," the female teacher with the sweater said. "Do me a favor: why won't you pick all of the textbooks off the floor right now!"
Cinnamon was quite shocked that she had to face a consequence and do something. She glanced over her shoulder at Cymberly, looking for help.
But Cymberly instead shrug her shoulders, indicating that she got nothing.
Cinnamon then glanced back at the female teacher with the sweater and takes a deep breath, taking it with a newfound determination. "Okay," she said before she starts picking my pouch and placed it inside her purse. Then she starts picking up all of the textbooks of the floor and hold them with both hands.
"Now follow me," the female teacher with the sweater said as she starts walking away, this time forward.
Cinnamon, with the textbooks in her hands, starts following her.
Cymberly is then right behind her.