Hours later, me, Cinnamon and Cymberly are in the hallway, just less than minutes before English class.

"So you cook breakfast while your mom is kicking ass?" Cymberly asked.

"Yep," I nodded. "My mom is kicking ass and so is my aunt sometimes, while I cook breakfast."

"Awesome," Cymberly said. "Is that every day?"

"No," I shook my head. "Only at times when my mom and my aunt feel like they gonna do evil creature hunting on a morning."

"Okay," Cymberly nodded.

"My mom usually is the cook," I said. "So she usually cooks breakfast, lunch and dinner."

"Um...what's it like uhh....like living with the world's strongest mom?" Cinnamon asked me.

"It's totally normal," I said as I didn't mind my mom having that status.

"Totally normal?" Cinnamon said with a slightly astonishing look on her face as she, apparently she believes that living with the world's strongest mom would be, you know, the strangest thing or the coolest thing than living with people with average height and weight.

"Yeah, is there a problem?" I asked.

Cinnamon went quiet as she starts to struggle with this one. "Umm....," she said.

At the same time, Cymberly glanced at Cinnamon as Cymberly herself waits for Cinnamon's answer.

"...no," Cinnamon spits the answer, shaking her head. "Umm...not a problem at all," she said awkwardly. "I was just wondering....never mind."

We're now close towards the open door to English class. As I went into the entrance, Cinnamon and Cymberly glanced at each other.

"I can't believe I'm competing against his mom," Cinnamon whispered to Cymberly. "What would be his reaction be like if I whupped his mom's ass?"

"Don't worry, girl," Cymberly said. "It's not going to be a big-ass deal...," she stops there with an awkward expression, apparently recognizing the possibility of such an event. "Maybe, maybe not. I don't know."

Minutes later, me, Cinnamon, Cymberly, Cheyanne and Cayleen are in Ms. Sterling's English classroom where we continued with our introduction speeches. Some students have already gone the other day so it's the rest of us who would be sharing our speeches to the class like the other students did.

“Okay let’s continue with our introductions,” Ms. Sterling said to us. “We’re continuing with the rest of the girls and then we’ll move on to the boys so. Any girl like to volunteer?” she asked as she sat down on the edge of her desk while crossing her arms, glancing at us.

Everyone one of us looked at each other, especially the girls who haven’t read their written speech before, hoping and praying that the other would volunteer and not themselves.

Then Cymberly raised her hand. “I’ll go first,” she said to Ms. Sterling.

“Okay,” Ms. Sterling said.

Cymberly rose from her seat, clutching her paper in her hands. "Greetings, everyone," she began, reading from her paper. "I'm Cymberly Sunnyousky. I’m a student attending Southern Watermelon High School and I hangout with not only my BFF Cinnamon Strawbrgery but also my newest friend Calhoun uhhh….," she froze for a moment. "What’s you last name?" she asked me.

“Cherryousky,” I said.

"Thanks," she said before she continues reading. "I have an unbroken streak of straight A's that follows me. I excelled throughout my time in elementary and middle school, and it's a trend I'm confident will persist through high school—starting right from this first day."

Ms. Sterling attentively listened, remaining standing with her hands clasped behind her back.

"While I excel academically, I'm not immune to bouts of laziness. When I do succumb to it, you'll either find me dancing around my room to music, engrossed in a computer game, or sprawled on my bed. Surprisingly, even during these moments of lassitude, I still manage to maintain straight A's. You're probably wondering how that's possible. Well, here's the secret: I tackle my homework each morning at the eleventh hour right after I wake up."

"Hmm, sounds like an area to improve, young lady," Ms. Sterling interjected.

"Yeah... um, yeah," Cymberly responded awkwardly, acknowledging that last-minute homework isn't exactly the ideal approach. Nonetheless, it seemed to be an ingrained routine she found hard to shake.

"Is that all?" Ms. Sterling inquired.

"Yeah," Cymberly confirmed.

"Very well, thank you, Cymberly," Ms. Sterling acknowledged.

Cymberly resumed her seat.

"Alright, who's up next?" Ms. Sterling inquired.

Cayleen raised her hand, volunteering to go next.

"Okay, ma'am," Ms. Sterling said.

Cayleen stands up with her paper holding in both of her hands.

"Just share with the class a bit about yourself," Ms. Sterling instructed.

"Absolutely, Ms. Sterling," Cayleen responded. Holding her written paper midway, she began reading. "Let's kick things off with my name. I'm Cayleen Beruleion. And this is my BFF, Cheyanne Yellonary. Now, while I can't claim a perfect straight-A record, my strengths definitely lie in the realm of Science and Technology."

From the left side of the classroom, a student's hand shot up.

Cayleen raised her gaze to the male student.

"Does that mean you consistently get straight As?" he inquired.

Cayleen chuckled. "Okay first of all I haven't finished explaining a paragraph yet."

"Oh sorry."

"No that's okay. But yeah I did get straight A’s."

"Oh okay,” he said as he nodded.

"Like I just said to him," she said to the rest of class before she continued reading. "I did get straight As in both Science and Technology. Plus, I am a comic book enthusiast. Yes, I willingly invest in all things superheroes, supervillains, technology stuff.....you get the idea. As what has been evident for several years now, or rather from my childhood, I find the time to research each and every superpower there is as well as higher intelligence and talents. I went looking for this world and I studied them comic books and rushed to get all the records I could get. It all paid off when, one day, I caught sight of a female character, and couldn't help however thinking she might possess superhuman capabilities than a human being would. When it came out, my imagination went spot-on. That’s when I realized I really have the ability to understand the true essence of a character. In fact, those sitting next to me to my right, not just one, not two, but 3 students who exemplify this. The first among them is Cinnamon. I've noticed her consistently making accurate assumptions. And when my mental library popped up with a familiar power from my research on abilities, I found myself compelled to share it with the entire classroom: Cinnamon, I declare, is an airbender."

The class collectively inhaled sharply with their palpable surprise expression while simultaneously, Cinnamon was taken aback as she finds it hard to believe that Cayleen had spoken her thoughts aloud.

"Yes," Cayleen confirmed, her nod directed at the class. "Cinnamon is a girl endowed with the superpowers of the invisible gaseous substance surrounding the earth."

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Cinnamon, initially stunned, attempted a dismissive laugh. "Cayleen, you must be out of your mind," she managed to utter between chuckles.

"Out of my mind?," Cayleen prompted as she defended what she had just said about Cinnamon's superpowers. "You possess these immensely powerful glowing abilities that can illuminate any part of your super-duper muscular body, anywhere and everywhere," she said with her resolute tone.

A murmur spread through the class, creating a brief moment of commotion.

"EXCUSE ME! I DIDN’T ASK YOU GUYS TO TALK OVER HER!" Ms. Sterling's voice boomed as she restores order in the class.

Most of the class begins to quiet down.

"Alright, Cayleen, I'm not sure what in the heck are you're talking about," Cinnamon retorted with a lingering chuckle playing on her lips. "And I assume you're about to bring your face closer to mine."

"Oh okay," Cayleen responded. "Just wait until you discover."

With that, Cayleen shifted her gaze toward Cymberly. "And you?"

Caught off guard by Cayleen's addressing her, Cymberly jolted, unaware of what was happening around her midsection at this current moment.

"Your abdominal muscles are emitting heat," Cayleen stated with a serious tone. And yes, Cymberly's six-pack abs seemed to be radiating a yellowish heat.

Cymberly glanced down at her stomach and saw what Cayleen is talking about. "Holy fuck," she reacted shockingly as she swiftly, she restored her abdominal area to its regular, non-fiery state.

Cinnamon's eyes widened in realization as she looked at Cayleen, then at Cayleen and It suddenly clicked for Cinnamon herself, and she spoke up with her voice carrying a mix of shocking and energizing.

"Hey Cayleen, I really have to tell you I'm not the only one with superpowers," Cinnamon said as her gaze lock onto Cayleen's eyes.

"You're not the only one with superpowers?" Cayleen asked while widen her eyebrows in horror, afraid that Cinnamon is gonna reveal her elemental powers in an instant.

"Nope," Cinnamon said while briefly shook her head. "You're a waterbender."

Cayleen's eyebrows shot up in astonishment. "Sorry, waterbender?" she repeated as she's clearly taken aback by the revelation.

"Yes, I've noticed it when you're focused, your presence seems to have a calming effect, like the ebb and flow of water," Cinnamon said. "And Cheyanne," she said as she turned to face her classmate who, again, is sitting next to Cayleen, "You're an earthbender."

Cheyanne blinked in surprise with her expression mirroring Cayleen's astonishment. "An earthbender?" she echoed as she's clearly not expecting such a revelation in front of the class.

"Yes," Cinnamon affirmed as her confidence starts growing as she spoke to Cheyanne. "Your movements are grounded, solid, like the strength of the earth beneath our feet."

The majority of the class erupted into a buzz of excitement with whispers spreading like wildfire as the implications of Cinnamon's revelations towards Cheyanne and Cayleen sank in.

"OKAY THAT’S ENOUGH!" Ms. Sterling intervened, her head shaking. "We get it,” she said before she start pointing fingers at Cinnamon, Cymberly, Cheyanne and Cayleen respectively. “She has air powers, her abs are hot, She has earth powers and you have water powers. WE. GET. IT. Did you see anybody else that has some kind of a superpower?" she asked Cayleen.

“Well….,” Cayleen said as she thought for a moment. “No,” she said as she shook her head.

“Okay thank you, Cayleen for reading to us

"Anytime," Cayleen responded before she starts heading back towards her desk.

“And causing some unintentional commotion,” Ms. Sterling added.

Cayleen paused and glanced over her shoulder at Ms. Sterling. “Sorry,” she said to the teacher before she went back to her seat.

Ms. Sterling took a deep breath.

As I sat there in the classroom, watching Cayleen reveal Cinnamon and Cymberly's bending powers to the rest of the class and later Cinnamon revealing Cheyanne and Cayleen's, I couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu wash over me. After all, I'd known about Cinnamon and Cymberly's abilities for quite some time now but it was also the first time that I ever heard about Cheyanne and Cayleen's. To that end, I admired Cinnamon's boldness in sharing their powers with the class.

When the buzz of excitement finally died down, Ms. Sterling takes control of our class again.

"Alright, who's next?" Ms. Sterling inquired.

No hands were raised this time, but a collective gaze from everyone on our side, the right side of the classroom, converged on Cinnamon. This attention wasn't sparked by a desire to hear something specific; instead, it seemed more akin to anticipation. In situations like this assignment, students usually refrain from volunteering to share their stories, regardless of whether they're embarrassing or not. Privacy concerns (and the potential for classmates to laugh) often deter them, even though they've written down their stories, as per the teacher's instruction. Instead of eagerly raising their hands to go first or next, students engage in a game of avoiding being chosen. Essentially, it appears many students aren't enthusiastic about revealing personal anecdotes, especially if they involve potentially embarrassing situations. Not all of us share this sentiment, though. Some, including myself, are willing to share regardless of the content's nature.

"Cinnamon, are you up next?" Ms. Sterling inquired as she glances at her.

"Um, not really," Cinnamon replied with her head shaking nervously, even though she seemed to be a prime candidate for the spotlight.

"Well, it's quite clear that everyone's eyes are on you," Ms. Sterling said. You have something penned down about yourself, so feel free to share with the entire class."

Cinnamon let out a sigh, glancing upward with a hint of disbelief. Her gaze then shifted to me, as if searching for my reaction.

"Listen, Cinnamon, your story is going to be awesome," I assured her. "Super awesome. I want you to embrace not only those around you but also embrace yourself. Embrace every aspect of who you are, unconditionally. Don't fret about stage fright, and don't be concerned with anyone's opinions. Just step up there and tell us about the real you... even if it's not something you're fond of."

"That's a kind sentiment from a young man," Ms. Sterling remarked. "I appreciate that."

"Thanks," I said.

Cinnamon shifted her gaze toward the teacher, then briefly back at me with a faint smile that seemed to convey her gratitude for the supportive words I'd offered and with that encouragement, she stood up, reaching for the paper she had written, using her right hand. After a clearing of her throat, she commenced.

"Let's share your story with the entire class, Cinnamon," Ms. Sterling instructed, folding her arms and taking a slight step back. "We already know your name, even before you've formally introduced yourself."

Cinnamon inhaled deeply with her chest expanding, and yet, her intake of air proved a bit too potent, as it inadvertently propelled her pen off her desk. and clattered to the floor and began to roll across the room toward the opposite side.

I was nearly out of my seat, ready to retrieve the pen and hand it back to her, but before I could even move, she exhibited remarkable swiftness and in less than two seconds, she halted the pen's journey with a deft touch of her left hand. "Don’t worry, I got it," she said.

“Oh damn, that was impressive,” I said to her before tilting my head up, glancing at her. “Impressive as hell.”

However, as she held the pen while bending down, she felt an imminent release of gas welling up. Her gaze shot up, and her eyebrows lifted in simultaneous recognition that passing gas in the classroom could lead to trouble. "Oh shit, I'm gonna rip some serious ass," she admitted.

Before any of us could react, a VERY STRONG POWERFUL FART has erupted from her butthole through the back of her jeans with a forceful sound accompanying it. The sudden blast wasn't just felt; it had a palpable impact. Most of us on the right side were pushed back, and even Ms. Sterling was propelled backwards, landing against the overhead board with a thud before sliding down to the ground.

Cinnamon rose from her seat, pivoting to glance over her shoulder at her fallen teacher. "Fuck, what have I done?" she muttered to herself. Her gaze then swept across the classroom, taking in the sight of most of her right-side classmates, including Cymberly and me, subtly taking a step back. The overpowering stench of her flatulence had elicited a collective retreat. Fortunately, at least the windows hadn't suffered any damage or cracks, which was a small silver lining.

"Hey fart lady," Ms. Sterling's voice sounded as she managed to regain her footing on the floor.

Cinnamon shifted her body to face her teacher at the front of the room while widening her eyebrows in slight shock to what the teacher just called her.

At the same time, most of us glanced at each other and then back at the teacher, reacting with our jaws slightly opened and our eyebroes slightly raised as we are astonished by the teacher calling a student names.

“Yeah you,” Ms. Sterling said to Cinnamon, knowing who she’s talking to as she hastened her approach. "Congratulations for passing gas," she proclaimed, her tone firm. "You've earned yourself in-school suspension. A first for this school year!"

Cinnamon appeared somewhat taken aback. "Really? All because I let out a fart?" she inquired incredulously.

“More than a fart,” Ms. Sterling said. “It’s an air fart that you just let out of your butthole.”

“Air what?” Cinnamon asked as if she didn’t hear that term before.

Ms. Sterling let out an exasperated sound, clearly not willing to tolerate Cinnamon's antics. "Okay fart lady," the teacher declared, extending her left finger to gesture toward the open door. "Get your ass-ripping ass outta of here."

Cinnamon sighed as she got annoyed that she’s has just been called ‘fart lady’ again by the teacher.. "Okay first of all," she said. "I'm definitely not a fart lady."

"Oh so you’re a lady who just happens to pass gas, huh?" Ms. Sterling said. "Well guess what? Guess effing what? GET OUT!"

"Okay okay fine," Cinnamon said in a calm manner. "I'll get my ass-ripping ass out of the classroom now." She then proceeded to leave the room.

Ms. Sterling watch her while still pointing her left finger to the door. "And fart someplace else young lady," she told her. "Don't fart in the classroom."

"Whatever!" Cinnamon shouts.

"Can we have some air freshener?!” Ms. Sterling shouted. “Or can we open the windows?!"

I raised my left hand while I held my t-shirt over my nose. "Can I open them?" I asked her.

"Sure," she nods. "That would be really awesome to suck up all the stinkyness from a farter's ass."

Despite the fart, speeches continued.

"Alright even though we're interrupted by a stupid-ass fart," Ms. Sterling fan her nose with her right hand. "We gonna continue sharing the stories to class," she put her hand down. "But let's be clear we know who Cinnamon is," she point her left finger. "So we probably don't need to hear her unless she's on her VERY best behavior." She then put her left hand down. "Alright who's up next?"

While we did continue to giving out stories of ourselves, only about ten of us - all of them are girls - shared to us; count Cinnamon if you want to and you could total it by eleven. And that’s all the girls we have. We couldn't have time to hear one of the boys’ stories until tomorrow when we come back and although there are stories from the rest of the classmates that might be interesting to hear, there's one story that is more interesting is the one kept in our minds is Cinnamon. Cinnamon farted in class. No actually Cinnamon super farted in class. Her fart was so super (and powerful) that many of us wondered if Cayleen's belief about Cinnamon is really true.