Several minutes later, Cinnamon and Cymberly had arrived to school. They and the rest of the students on the bus have been dropped off of the bus.

Afterwards, Cinnamon and Cymberly have walked into the school entrance, where they see Cheyanne and Cayleen near a partial locker area with Cayleen watching Cheyanne putting her stuff into her locker. But they didn’t see me. They didn’t see me hanging out with Cheyanne and Cayleen.

Cinnamon and Cymberly glanced at each other for a second.

“Okay Calhoun maybe really absent,” Cinnamon said.

“I probably believe he might be sick,” Cymberly said.

Cinnamon sighed as there’s no evidence that I was in the same bus with my other two best friends. “Whatever, let’s ask Cheyanne,” she said.

They glanced back upfront before they walked towards Cheyanne and Cayleen.

“So you have all the time in the world yesterday, huh, Cheyanne” Cinnamon said to Cheyanne.

Cheyanne paused and glanced at Cinnamon and Cayleen. Simultaneously, Cayleen glanced at them as well.

“Well hello there, Cinnamon,” Cheyanne said to Cinnamon as she slightly turn around with her pink purse hanging over her right shoulder, facing them upfront. “Can you say ‘good morning’?”

"Uh maybe next time," Cinnamon said.

"Next time?" Cheyanne said as if Cinnamon would not say 'good morning' on this day at all.

"Yeah, next time," Cinnamon said.

"Oh, okay," Cheyanne nodded.

Then there's a few seconds of silence before Cinnamon opens her mouth again.

“Can I ask you a question?” Cinnamon asked.

Cheyanne didn’t answer that question either while glancing back at Cinnamon.

“What’s up with you and Calhoun?” Cinnamon asked.

“Uh Excuse me,” Cheyanne prompted.

“Yeah were you and our BFF yesterday?” Cymberly said.

“Okay first of all, that’s none of your fucking business,” Cheyanne said. “Second of all, should you work on your self-made problems on your own?”

“Well I’m already working on my self-made problems,” Cinnamon said. “And one of the problems that I’m currently working is you hanging out with him.”

“Well sorry if that is upsetting you and your other BFF,” Cheyanne said. “That problem probably won’t be solved on your own.”

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“Why?” Cinnamon asked.

“Why?” Cheyanne prompted.

“Yeah, why?” Cinnamon replied.

“Because this is his decision,” Cheyanne said. “Not yours, nor mine.”

"So let's put it this way: his decision would determine the outcome of my problem, correct?" Cinnamon asked.

Cheyanne went quiet once again.

“Well what imagine you getting uh, uh, uh,” Cinnamon struggled to finish her sentence.

“An F,” Cymberly said to Cheyanne as she helped Cinnamon out.

“An F,” Cinnamon said to Cheyanne. “Or um…um…um…”

“Becoming a failure,” Cymberly said to Cinnamon said.

“Yeah,” Cinnamon nodded to Cymberly before glancing back at Cheyanne. “Becoming a failure in uh…in evil creature hunting. Then he’ll make the right decision.”

Cheyanne exchanged a ‘I don’t believe you’ look on her face. “And the right decision will be you being the ultimate friend?” She said.

“And not you,” Cinnamon said.

“And not me, huh?” Cheyanne prompted.

“Yep,” Cinnamon said.

“Well that imagination is just that, an imagination,” Cheyanne said.

“Yeah, an imagination that won’t come true like a wish does,” Cayleen said.

Just as they were arguing, I entered the school entrance and saw all of my best friends that I’m heading towards. Looking from my point of view, I saw Cinnamon and Cheyanne face to face with each other as well as Cymberly and Cayleen glancing at each other's best friends.

"Oh yeah, well that imagination will become a wish." Cinnamon said to Cheyanne and Cayleen. "One day."

"Hey guys," I said as I reached towards them while interjecting their argument. "What's going on?"

My four best friends went quiet as they all exchange awkward looks when I arrived.

"Um nothing," Cayleen said to me.

"Nothing?" I prompted as I crossed my arms, since this scene I'm looking at is more than 'nothing'. "It's seems like there's an argument going on, can you guys tell me what is that about?"

Again, they all exchanged their awkward looks since this argument involve around me. They just don't want to say it to me whatsoever. Instead they would probably say this:

"We're arguing about uh...uh...," Cinnamon struggles to come up with an answer.

"Homework," Cymberly apparently lied to me, apparently finishing Cinnamon's sentence.

I exchanged a skeptic look at Cymberly in response.

Even Cheyanne exchanged that same look at Cymberly. In fact, both Cayleen and Cinnamon glanced at Cymberly with their awkward looks.

"Homework?" I asked.

"Well...," Cymberly said.

"There's nothing confrontational about homework, okay?" I said. "Also, can you guys not argue? Like, at all? We need to work on our problems the best as we can, not lash them out at each other. So whatever it is that you guys arguing about needs to cease to exist, cause whatever it that you guys arguing isn't...arguable. Okay?"

My four best friends glanced at each other again and take deep breaths to calm themselves down.

I then exhaled while briefly had my eyes shut. "I certainly apologize for not being on the bus Cymberly," I told her. "Me and my mom and aunt were uhm...under attack."

Cheyanne and Cayleen reacted with their raised eyebrows.

"Wait, what?" Cinnamon reacted.

"Under attack?" Cymberly reacted.

"Well not exactly under attack," I said. "Evil creatures appear towards my house this morning and they all appear to attack me, my mom, my aunt, or my house. So, we all safe, the evil creatures are dead. It's just that I miss the bus. So."

"Well...it happens," Cymberly said.

"Thank god that you're fucking alive and fucking well," Cinnamon said. "Uh can I tell you guys about a classified envelope that my dad got?"

"A classified envelope?" Cayleen asked.

"Yes," Cinnamon said. "And it contains information regarding those five big bads that we have to kick."

"You mean The Baroillain, Haddie the Monster and their henchwomen?" Cheyanne asked.

Cinnamon nodded.

Suddenly our conversation got abruptly ended by a school bell.

"Well time for us to head to class," Cymberly said.

"And time for me to get my shit together again in ISS," Cinnamon said.

We then start moving towards our respective classes.