Less than hours later, Cinnamon and Cymberly are laying down on their stomachs on Cinnamon's bed several inches apart, face-to-face with each other with their Southern Watermelon High School summer packets opened right in front of each other respectively. They had jest went back from the freshman orientation and Cymberly decided to spend some time with Cinnamon in Cinnamon's house. That's.....after they have given permission by Cinnamon's mom. Now they currently looking over through the summer packets to see if their answers are final or do they feel the need to make any changes before the upcoming school year begins. Amidst this 'check your work' phase, Cinnamon feels the urge to tell Cymberly something about my pouch, specifically what's inside it.

"So Cymberly," Cinnamon called.

Cymberly titled her head up and glanced at her.

"You want me to hear this?" Cinnamon asked.

"About what?" Cymberly prompted.

"About, well....," Cinnamon paused for a moment, wondering if she's okay to take about my pocket notebook that is from my pouch. Then she opens her mouth again. "...Okay let's talk about Calhoun."

"Let's talk about Calhoun?" Cymberly prompted.

"Yeah," Cinnamon said.

"What about him?" Cymberly asked.

"What about him?" Cinnamon prompted.

"Yeah," Cymberly replied.

"Well, um," Cinnamon thought for a moment.

Cymberly is waiting for an answer.

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"Okay he has a pouch," Cinnamon explains.

"Huh huh," Cymberly said.

"And inside his pouch was his notebook," Cinnamon said.

"Wait you gone looking through his pouch?" Cymberly asked.

"I'm too anxious not to open it," Cinnamon said. "At least it's not...personal information."

Cymberly sighed. "Okay so you gone through his pouch," she said.

"Yeah and I pull a small notebook," Cinnamon said.

"A small-ass notebook, you should say," Cymberly said.

"Yeah," Cinnamon said. "And it contain little information that is related to evil creatures."

"Wait hold up," Cymberly said. "Say that again?"

"He has a small notebook," Cinnamon repeats. "That has little information in regards to evil creatures."

Cymberly reacted with a slight shock on her face. "Is he an evil creature in disguise?" she asked.

"Well, I don't know," Cinnamon said. "I have flip through the notebook and it has evil creature vocabulary in it like monster, demon, vampire, etc."

Cymberly thought for a moment. Then she opens her mouth again. "So his small-ass notebook contain evil creature vocabulary in it," she said.

"Mm mm," Cinnamon said.

"So he is, a, um, an evil creature shapeshifter?" Cymberly asked. "Or is he simply fascinating with evil creatures?"

"Um...," Cinnamon said.

"Is there a such thing as a good evil creature?" Cymberly asked.

Cinnamon paused for a moment again before she opens her mouth yet again. "No," she said with her head shake. "But there is a such thing as simply good creature."

They both went quiet for less than a few seconds.

"Anyway, regarding Calhoun," Cinnamon continued. "I don't know whether he's an evil creature shapeshifter or simply fascinating with evil creatures. All I know is that he's a good person, a good human being...who happens to have a small notebook to have evil creature information in it."

"Okay," Cymberly nodded before she closed her summer packet and starts getting up from the bed. "Well I gotta go," she said as she takes her summer packet with her hand while stepping on the ground on both feet.

"You gotta go?" Cinnamon asked.

"Yeah," Cymberly said. "Thanks for inviting me to study," she said as she starts walking away.

"You're welcome," Cinnamon said.

"I'll be on the transmitting end of our two-way transmission," she said as she glanced back at her. "When we do our evil creature hunting this evening."

"Okay," Cinnamon said.

Cymberly then walked out of Cinnamon's bedroom while carrying her own summer packet.