Cinnamon is entering detention in a small classroom that only consists of about seven desks. Three on the front and four on the back. They're all face the teacher in the front desk who, like other teachers, writing some paperwork. Her name is Ms. Harris and like Ms. Sterling, Ms. Harris has a big paper pencil sign on the top-front of the front desk. She so busy with her paperwork that she didn't notice Cinnamon walking through the quiet one-person classroom. She then stopped, leaned back against her spinning chair and sighed...before she can look at Cinnamon upfront. With a little grin on her face.

"Can you tell me your name is?" Ms. Harris asked her.

"Cinnamon."

"Cinnamon who?"

"Cinnamon Strawbegry. Freshman."

"And who sent you here?"

"Ms. Sterling."

"Hmm. And why are you doing here?" Ms. Harris folded her arms.

"Because I cut the cheese in her classroom. While I was picking up my pen that was dropped to the ground."

"Oh so you cut the cheese in the classroom," Ms. Harris nodded.

"Yeah," Cinnamon nods as well.

"While you picking up your pen off the floor."

"Yeah that's it."

"So you cut the cheese while you picking up your pen off the floor."

"Correct."

There's a few seconds of silence afterwards. But then...

"SO THAT MEANS YOU FARTED!" Ms. Harris shouted. "RIGHT?!"

Cinnamon went frightened for a minute and she suddenly struggling to respond to that yell. "Um.....um...uh...," she's trying to come up with a response.

Ms. Harris gave her a glassy-eyed look as she quickly realized Cinnamon was laughing and not taking the issue as seriously she should. "Ummm...uhhh is right," Ms. Harris mocking her. "You thought within the first week of high school, there won't be any consequences on that day."

Cinnamon struggles to say something serious as she preserving her chuckling manner . "Yep," she said without looking.

While still glancing at Cinnamon, Ms. Harris stands up from her chair, bending down and placing both hands on her desk. "You better take that smirk off of your face right now," Ms. Harris said to her as she was not in the mode.

Cinnamon then began to laugh less and smile less, and her smile was replaced with an uneasiness. She worried that she would be stuck here for the rest of the school week and lose out on everything. She sighed. "I wish I would hold the gas until...," she was about to say 'after English class' but instead she said "...after school." Since farting outside or at her bedroom would be preferable for her.

But Ms. Harris gotta a better lesson for her. "No I wish you would never eat foods that will make you fart as hell again," she said. “Before school. Not even foods that will make you burp as hell as well. Before school. Or even after lunch and before next class.”

“But what happens if I eat some food that ended up making me fart or burp?” Cinnamon asked.

“Well then do your bloody-ass research and see if you can remove all the fartyness and the burpiness out of the food,” Ms. Harris said. “If not then stopped eating them.”

Cinnamon slowly looks down at herself as she knows that Ms. Harris knows better. "Okay I shouldn’t eat farty-ass foods nor burpy-ass foods," she said.

"Yeah but that's what you get." Ms. Harris stand up, take both hands of and starts pacing slowly.

"Listen Ms. Harris. It was just gas," Cinnamon calmly said.

"Yeah gas that is so powerful as hell that it almost blasted your classmates!" Ms. Harris shouted while still pacing. "First of all you should've know that..." she stopped shouted and pacing. "Did it ever occurred to you that you should not fart in class?" She asked calmly but still with a grin. "Or you just decided to break that rule?"

"Um..."

"WHICH ONE IS IT?!"

"Um...why did you ask?" Cinnamon asked with another smirk.

"BECAUSE YOU’RE A STUDENT AND YOU SHOULD KNOW GOOD AND BLOODY WELL THAT FARTING IS NOT ALLOWED IN CLASS!" Ms. Harris shouted yet again.

Cinnamon took a breath. "Okay well...um..."

"C'MON I'M WAITING! IT'S A SIMPLE QUESTION!"

Although Cinnamon knows the answer, a tinge of dread prevents her from saying it out loud. The truth is that she is reluctant to tell Ms. Harris because she fears that she will receive a storm of criticism for her behavior. Each time Ms. Harris raised her voice, Cinnamon might have had even more trouble coming up with an answer.

As Ms. Harris shook her head, a surge of annoyance washing over her, and stooped down again, placing both hands on her desk. "Just c'mon and say it was this one or that!" She said while toning her yelling down. "It's either you didn’t know that farting is not allowed or you did know its just that you’re just break this rule is one of them?"

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Another deep breath was taken by Cinnamon took another breath as she slowly starting to adopt a serious manner and mustered the fortitude to speak with the teacher who had been shouting.

"C'MON WE DON'T HAVE ALL DAY HERE!"

"Alright," Cinnamon said. "It was the fact that I know that farting is not allowed but I farted anyway because I had to."

"IS THAT YOUR ANSWER?!"

"Yes it is."

"OH MY GOD!" Ms. Harris stands up and take both hands off again. "DOES IT TAKE LONG TO ANSWER?!"

"Well yeah...if you YELL at me that much!" Cinnamon shouted back..

Ms. Harris folded her arms again. "Are you shouting back to me?!" She asked.

"Yes I am!"

Ms. Harris sighed and shook her head, expressing her annoyance once more. She placed her left hand on her hip and simultaneously pressed her right hand to her forehead. "Okay okay OKAY!!" Ms. Harris crossed her arms and placed her hands by her sides. "You want to shout back to me because I shouted at you THAT MUCH! FINE! GO AHEAD, SHOUT BACK AT ME!"

After a brief pause, Cinnamon shifted into a more comfortable position by leaning slightly forward and placing her hands on the desk in front of her. "Are we gonna have a...shouting match?" She asked with another smirk once again.

Ms. Harris, in response, bent down once again and folded her hands on her desk. "Looks like it!" She shouts while still grinning. "So LET’S SHOUT THEN!"

"ALRIGHT BRING IT ON!" Cinnamon leaned slightly back while throwing her left hand before landed back on her desk.

"OKAY LETS GO! LET’S START WITH THE FART! WHY DID YOU FART IN THE CLASS?!" Ms. Harris shouts.

"Because my insides had a ‘stinktacular’ gas buildup that was just dying for an exit! I waged a valiant battle, you know? Tried to hold the gas like a woman, but alas, I met my match. The powerful fumes emerged victorious, so therefore I farted!" Cinnamon shouts.

"OH SO YOU FARTED BY ACCIDENT?!" Ms. Harris nods.

"YEAH, Intentional flatulence has never been something I've wanted to unleash in class soooo!" Cinnamon folded her arms.

"WELL YOU ALREADY KNOW THAT FARTING-" Ms. Harris shouts.

"I ALREADY KNOW THAT FARTING ISN'T ALLOWED IN MS. STERLING'S CLASS! BUT GUESS WHAT, GUESS EFFING WHAT?! SHE UNLEASHED A RIPPER! WHY THE DOUBLE STANDARDS??!" Cinnamon shouts.

"BECAUSE THAT'S THE TEACHER AND YOU'RE THE STUDENT!" Ms. Harris shouts.

"OH, AND GUESS WHAT? MS. GEORGIA, OUR MASTER OF FLATULENCE, LET 'ER RIP TOO! DOES THAT MEAN US STUDENTS ARE FREE TO BE WINDY WARRIORS?!” Cinnamon shouts.

Ms. Harris took a deep breath and calms down. "No," she said quietly. "it's possible that our esteemed female educators might have dabbled in the mysteries of potent cuisine or perhaps engaged in a gas-producing rivalry. A special nod to Ms. Sterling and Ms. Georgia for their undeniably noteworthy contributions to this sonic symphony. However, this symphony doesn't deter them from their instructive symposiums. Nevertheless, let's be absolutely clear: this doesn't grant you, the brilliant student orchestra, a license to toot your own horns."

Cinnamon took a pause as she glanced to her right slightly away from Ms. Harris.

"So the lesson is don't fart in class," Ms. Harris finished her sentence.

"Well can I fart in the hallway?" Cinnamon asked while still folding her arms.

Ms. Harris kiss her teeth. "Girl you can fart anyway in this school you like," she said with her eyes closed. "Just not in front of the teachers...including me," she flapped her right hand.

"Well did you fart?" Cinnamon asked.

"Excuse me?!"

"Cause if so can I break the rules and fart at you?"

Ms. Harris open her eyes and start walking around her desk and approached Cinnamon. "Are you stupid?" She asked her.

"No I'm asking a question,” Cinnamon said. “If you think this question is stupid then fine, call it stupid."

Ms. Harris then place both of her hands on the front left and right sides of Cinnamon's desk while leaning slightly forward.

"Go ahead woman," Cinnamon said. "Get into my face!"

"Alright I'm in your face now!" Ms. Harris said. "Tell me when you gonna break the rules by farting on my face! Right now?!"

"Okay," Cinnamon gets up from her seat and place both of her hands on the other left and right side of her desk facing Ms. Harris. "I'm gonna break the rules right now! BY FARTING ON YOUR FACE!"

Cinnamon take her hands off, turns completely around, aim her butt towards the teacher and....FAARRRRTTTT!….she rip A LESS-POWERFUL FART WITH A SMALL-ASS BURST OF AIR that sends Ms. Harris flying backwards and knocking onto the chalkboard on her back before she landed on the floor on both of her kneed.

"Take that moron," Cinnamon glanced over her shoulder.

Ms. Harris regained consciousness as she picked herself up from the ruble. "You ASS-BLAST me onto the chalkboard don't you!" She said. "Well how about this?!" She then turned completely around, aim her butt at Cinnamon and....FARRRTT!...rip A POWERFUL FART of her own with pockets of air shooting out of her buttocks.

Cinnamon, on the other hand, quickly LIGHT UP both of her hands and spread both palms, creating a barrier of gusts by harnessing the very essence of air itself. In milliseconds, she surrounded herself with an elemental force shield she had summoned with her mind, BLOCKING Ms. Harris’ air fart as the shield growed and enclosed her body

Ms. Harris then turned back completely around and raised her eyebrows to see that Cinnamon wasn't blown away by that fart.

At the same time, Cinnamon simply closed her hands together, allowing the swirling winds to gradually dissipate and the protective barrier to gently fade into the ether and slowly glanced at her. "I'm lucky that I haven't been hit," Cinnamon said.

"YEAH BUT I'M UNLUCKY THAT I GOT HIT BY YOUR DISRESPECTFUL FART!" Ms. Harris shouted.

But her teacher's shouted didn't deterred Cinnamon from smiling. In fact she's proud of what she just did to Ms. Harris.

"Guess I’m disrespectful, huh?" Cinnamon said who gives another smirk at her.

Cinnamon's smirk has made Ms. Harris more frustrating at her that she had enough of her. Maybe.

"Okay that's it!" Ms. Harris said with a very much grinner while dialing down her voice as she points her right finger at Cinnamon. "Because of all of this, because of what you just did..."

"Go ahead," Cinnamon said with a sudden slight frown on her face and a nod. "Punish me. Punish my effing butt for passing windy gas at you."

"FOR THE REST OF THE SCHOOL WEEK AND MAYBE THE ENTIRE NEXT WEEK," Ms. Harris proclaimed with deliberate emphasis, "YOU’RE GONNA BE IN IN-SCHOOL SUSPENSION AND YOUR SENTENCE SHALL BE A WEEKLONG – I’M SORRY, TWO WEEKLONG ODYSSEYS OF RECKONING!" Her voice reverberated through the room. "YOU MUST BE QUIET AT ALL TIMES AND DO YOUR CLASSWORK! NO TALKING! I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOUR DISRESPECTFUL-ASS MOUTH MOVING AND I DON’T WANT TO HEAR A WORD FROM YOUR DISRESPECTFUL-ASS MOUTH!" She maintained unyielding eye contact. "YOU SHALL NOT BE LEAVING UNLESS YOU HAD A BATHOOM EMGERNCEY, IS THAT CLEAR?!"

Cinnamon calmly sighed. "Yes mam," she said it smoothly. "It is clear to me."

"Listen," Ms. Harris said while dialing down on her voice again as she points her right finger at Cinnamon again. "And you better listen to me: you are a very, very tall, strong, powerful and intelligent girl and you should know better than passing windy gas at me and it’s not funny either. Cause the next step is expelled.”

"Oh so I have to burst my disrespectful ass in order to not get in even more big-ass trouble?" Cinnamon said.

"Yeah because expulsion is next if you continue to keep it up like shit,” Ms. Harris said.

Cinnamon went quiet.

"Now you'll be staying here with me and the female bodyguards for the rest of the week. Now grab your lunch! Lunchtime is almost over." Ms. Harris is right: lunchtime is almost over.

Cinnamon exits out of Ms. Harris' empty classroom.