As students walk into the homeroom classroom and start conversing eagerly among themselves, the anticipation of the new school year fills the room.

I then entered the homeroom classroom and as I enter, I notice the girl sitting at the center of a small area of empty desks. I then started approaching her so I can meet her. And as I got closer, she turned towards me and flashed a smile, but DAMN, she's hot. Super hot! MORE LIKE SUPER SEXY-ASS HOT! I mean look at her: she's very VERY-ASS BIG, very VERY-ASS TALL (well, not as taller as my mom nor my aunt) and very VERY-ASS STRONG! (And before you say it, no, it's NOT Cinnamon. It’s almost exactly the same as Cinnamon, though not even close: she has a medium-length curly hair compared to Cinnamon's bun hairstyle) She then glanced at me....and I feel like I'm getting caught by just simply looking and observing her.

"Were you looking at me?" she asked me.

I act calm and natural and didn't fib when I explain it to her.

"Sorry, your muscular features are awesome, super awesome. It's hard not to be captivated by it."

There, I said it. I gave her an answer. An honest-ass answer.

"I'll take that as a yes," she said.

I sighed.

"Look, don't worry about it," she tells me. "I have been known that my body, my muscular body will start getting attraction from people anywhere I go so I have prepared to embrace those reactions including yours; you're not the only one. And at least you're being honest-ass about it."

I feel relieved when she said that. "Boy, I am lucky, am I?" he asked with a slight smile.

She didn't answer, but she understands how I am feeling about being caught for staring at a girl and she want to make it clear that she's a SUPER MUSCULAR human being that would let other human beings gawk at her. She would allowed me to continue checking on her...for a little while until the auditorium presentation (I mean the assembly) starts.

"You can check out my arms, chest and abs," she said. "But not too much and when the homeroom instruction begins." She then glanced back upfront at the stage.

"Okay," I said. So I start checking her out again....but not too much. From my point of view, she wears

I then start to ask questions. "So what's you name?" I asked.

"What's my name?" she prompted.

"Yeah," I replied.

"Cheyanne," she said.

"Cheyanne?" I asked.

"Yeah, what's yours?" she asked.

"Calhoun," I said.

"Who?" she asked.

"Calhoun," I said it again.

"Calhoun?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"That's a lovely name," she said.

"Thanks," I said.

She then continues to unpack her stuff. As I watched her unpacking her belongings, I couldn't help but notice her impressive strength and toned physique.

"Hey," I said.

She glanced at me again.

"How did you become muscular as crap?" I asked.

But before she asked, we saw a girl with a brown-colored purse walking up towards her. And she so similar to her: SUPER BUFFED-UP, BEEFED-UP, BIGGER MUSCULAR BREASTS, BIGGER BUBBLE BUTT, BIGGER MUSCLES, BROAD SHOULDERS, MUSCLE TRAPS and all.

"Hey there girlfriend," she said to Cheyanne.

"Hey there girlfriend," Cheyanne said it back as the two hug each other. "Did you fight some evil creatures last night?" she asked.

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"Only two," the girl said. "I couldn't do evil creature hunting that because of--"

"Preparation for this first day?" Cheyanne said.

"Yeah," the girl said.

"Well I like you to check out my new friend here," Cheyanne said as she introduces me. "His name is Calhoun." Then she introduce her friend to me in turn. "Calhoun, this is Cayleen."

"Hey Cayleen," I said.

"Hey Calhoun," Cayleen said.

"I just heard that you're an evil creature hunter," I said.

"Yeah," Cayleen said. "And so is her," she points her finger to Cheyanne.

"We have been hunting and defeating when we have free time," Cheyanne said to me. "Especially on the weekends."

"That is...if we don't have too much homework to do," Cayleen said to me.

"Good point," Cheyanne said.

"Sounds like quite the adventurous hobby," Calhoun remarked with a smile. "That's something we would like to talk about."

Cheyanne and Calhoun nodded.

"So when you guys became evil creature hunters?" I asked.

"Well--," Cayleen said.

However before she and Cheyanne even answer the bell rings.

"Alright students, come have a seat," the homeroom teacher, Mr. Anderson said.

Cayleen and Cheyanne glanced at each other before they glanced back at me.

"We talk about this later," Cheyanne said to me as she and Cayleen sat down on their desks.

"Okay," I said.

"It's time to quit down your voices please," Mr. Anderson said as he's positioned at the front of the room with a stack of papers.

With haste, the kids locate their places and settle in, their conversation reducing to a low murmur.

Mr. Anderson then clears his throat. "Good morning to everyone of you," he said. "Welcome to the start of a new academic year. We have a lot to cover this semester, so I hope everyone enjoyed a relaxing summer.

He makes eye contact with every student as he moves up and down the aisles.

"This year, I, Mr. Anderson, will be teaching your homeroom," he said. "I want to be clear for those of you who may not know me already: this is not a free period. This is when we check attendance, make announcements, and get ready for the next day."

A few kids look at each other, knowing that Mr. Anderson is serious.

"I now demand that you all behave respectfully in this classroom," he continued. "That implies no interruptions, no side chats, and most definitely no cell phone use unless I specifically request it."

He taps a ruler on his desk to accentuate his point, sending a piercing sound reverberating around the space.

"I'm passing out papers," he said as he grabs a stack of papers and start passing them out to every single one of us. "This is the semester schedule for your classes. Check to make sure everything appears correct by taking a moment to review it."

We shuffle through their materials, looking over their schedules.

"And while you're at it, let's take a moment to review the classroom rules," he continued. "They're posted on the wall for your reference. I expect you to follow them at all times."

He points to a bulletin board with a large list of rules hanging on it.

Then the rest of the class period continues with Mr. Anderson taking attendance, making announcements, and setting the tone for the semester ahead. He passes out agenda books and go through the purpose of having an agenda book. After that, our homeroom class - and the rest of the student-body and staff - were told to be glued at the promethean board for the first day of high school announcements from our principal Ms. Malcolm. As it appears, it has been video-recorded; Ms. Malcolm dress a different outfit than the one that I recently saw earlier this morning.

"Good morning, staff and students," Ms. Malcolm said on the promethean board. "My name is Ms. Malcolm and welcome to Southern Watermelon High School."

Minutes into the video-recorded promethean announcements, I then glanced at Mr. Anderson who's looking down reading the day's issue of The Washington Post as I suddenly felt the urge to to get some contact info with Cheyanne and Cayleen as this was my opportunity to do so.

"Psst, hey," I whispered at Cheyanne as quietly as I can so as to not disturb our homeroom teacher.

Cheyanne then glanced at me.

"Can you get her as well?" I asked quietly, pointing my finger at Cayleen.

Cheyanne then tap Cayleen on the shoulder.

"Huh?" Cayleen quietly asked as she glanced at her.

Cheyanne then points her to me.

Cayleen glanced at me along with Cheyanne

"Wanna contact with me during non-school hours?" I whispered-ly asked.

Cheyanne and Cayleen then glanced at Mr. Anderson, wondering if he's paying attention; nope, he's still reading the newspaper, which probably mean he won't pay attention. They then glanced back at me.

"Okay," Cayleen whispered as she and Cheyanne nodded.

We then unzip our utilities and take out our pencils and placed them on the desk before they put our utilities back on the ground. Then we pass each other's agenda books to each other and opened the book to the contact info section and start writing our contact information on the empty blanks. Then we pass them again and write our contact infos on another agenda book before we pass back our agenda books to ourselves respectively. Each of us got two contact infos in our agenda books so we can contact each other one day.

I would also like to have contact information from my closest best friends Cinnamon and Cymberly as if I had the opportunity.

Several more minutes later, Ms. Malcolm - or Principal Malcolm, if you would like to call her - finishes her announcements and as soon as the picture on the promethean broad fades to black, the bell rings again. We start getting up out of our seats.

"Alright if you're in my class, stay seated," Mr. Anderson said after he stopped reading the newspaper. "Otherwise, have a great day."

As me, Cheyanne and Cayleen stand up and picked up belongings, we started talking with each other.

"So which classes are you going too?" I asked Cheyanne and Cayleen.

"Algebra," Cayleen said as she and Cheyanne hang their purses over their shoulders respectively.

"I'm going to US History," Cheyanne said.

"What about you?" Cayleen asked me.

"I'm going to Matter and Energy," I said as we all start walking away from our desks.

"Okay well...we meet again," Cheyanne said.

"Probably lunchtime," Cayleen said. "Or some class that the three of us ended up being in."