Me, Buff Girls and The Society

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Chapter 1 On one Thursday night at Rock Creek Park in the Northwest section of Washington D.C., there's an African-American girl with a ponytail running as fast as she could. There she run past Beach Dr NW and ran across the park until she stumbled across angry demon. An angry ugly-ass demon who's standing there panting like a wild animal. His name is The Demon Monster.

He smiles at her angrily.

"Hello there bitch," the Demon Monster said at her with a smirk.

"Go ahead," the ponytail girl said as she squared herself. "Call me a bitch! Call me a bitch one more time and I whup your fucking ass!"

"Okay....bitch," the Demon Monster said that word again.

The ponytail girl then quickly walked toward him and use her right knuckle fist to SUPER PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE REAL HARD, sending him way flying away from her and landed on the grass on his back, sliding until he slowly stopped.

She then started running again, towards the Demon Monster, who suddenly manage to pick himself up quite fast. As she approaches him again, the Demon Monster stands up without any problems, any bruises, nor any cuts....yet!

"Oh yeah I can stand up!" The demon monster shouted.

"You can stand up alright," the ponytail girl said. "But you won't be able to keep your balance AFTER THIS!" She then squared herself again while at the same time starts to inhale before emitting a SUPER POWERFUL BURP out of her mouth with SUCH FORCE OF WIND coming quickly towards the Demon Monster and once the windy force out of her burp hit him, the Demon Monster starts slipping out of balance, unable to control both of his two feet. When his two feet falls of the ground, he goes flying once again, this time flying past Ross Dr. NW and landed on his back again.

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towards Ross Dr NW she jumps high across over a passing vehicle who is driving past under her while on Ross Dr NW. As he drives under, the young man who's behind the passing vehicle was amazed when he saw her jumped past over his car.

"Damn that is one of a heroic woman!" He shouted.

As the ponytail girl jump past the vehicle and the road, she landed on the grass on her feet SO HARD that the EARTH REALLY SHOOK .... for about three seconds. She continues to speed run and when she approached the Demon Monster once again, the demon has already picked himself up once again. But this time, he's standing with not one but TWO demons dogs, meaning that a total of three demon monsters are standing next to each other ready to fight her. And their snarky faces doesn't prevent her from fighting them nor make her scared of them. She's still brave enough to go and fight them. "Lucky you got the two of them with you," she said to the Demon Monster.

"Of course," the Demon Monster said. "Why won't I be lucky?"

"Because the three of you are definitely NO MATCH FOR ME!" She then tried using her right foot to kick the Demon Monster in the face, ready to hurt him once again.

But this time, the Demon Monster suddenly dodged her kick. He moved his head quickly back up.

Then she tried another kick at him but this time he grab her foot and he can immediately feel the muscles of it.

"Girl you must be really working out," he said with a snarky smile.

She felt unfazed. "Yeah but what about you?" She asked.

"I have a muscular body too."

"No you're don't. Your muscles are too week." With her right foot being hold on by the demon, she swiftly pulls him down to the floor HARD, SLAMMING HIM TO THE GROUND ON HIS FACE CREATING A HOLE IN THE PROCESS! Then the other demon monsters, #2 and #3, punch their right fists in the air shooting blasts at her in the process. But she holds both of her hands in the air stopping the bullets mid-air from getting into her. The #2 and #3 demon monsters are shocked that she uses her power to hold the bullets in Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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mid-air.

"Holy shit," Demon Monster #1 said with his eyebrows raised.

"Yeah holy shit is right you ugly-ass demons!" She shouted. "Because you two are going to be dead right now." She then shoots breeze blast out of her hands and towards the bullets, making them reverse and headed back towards the #2 and #3 demon monsters and hits them in the chest respectively.

Feeling the hit, the demon monsters quickly hold to their chest trying to stop the bleeding while falling down on their knees at the same time.

They're trying to survive the bullet hits as much as they can so they can still be alive, however because of how powerful the bullets are, they couldn't survive any longer.

At the same time, the main Demon Monster starts to pick himself up and glanced at the others who now appears to be dying. The Demon Monster then glanced back at the ponytail girl, who's feeling happy at what she just did.

"Well well well," she said to him. "Your henchmen are dead. Looks like you're no longer lucky now. Because once again, it's me vs. you. And you're not gonna win this time," she then turns her body around, sticks her butt up in the air and.... "FAARRRTT!" RIP A SUPER POWERFUL FART SENDING THE Demon Monster FLYING ONE MORE TIME! Her fart is so powerful with such powerful winds, he was blown way fast, passing the Rock Creek Center and landed on the grass. She then speed runs towards him once again, speed running past the same Rock Creek Center. When she approached the Demon Monster one more time, the demon is apparently unconscious.

"Hey there bitch!"

The ponytail girl turns around to see a woman who's walking towards her in a normal pace. Her name is Mrs. Laurie. She wears a brow coat over a red sweater and professional pants and brown boots.

"How is it going?" Mrs. Laurie asked.

"How is it going?" The ponytail girl asked in a questionable tone as she squared off. "Why are you asking me that question?"

"Because I want to see if you find something for me," Mrs. Laurie approached her with her right hand touching the ponytail girl's board Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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shoulder.

"Something for you?" The ponytail girl still looking confused.

Mrs. Laurie nodded.

"For what?"

Mrs. Laurie stepped a bit back and folded her arms. "Can you take a really REALLY educated guess what I'm looking for?" She asked as if the ponytail girl is smarter enough to answer.

The ponytail girl's face has now turn into an awkward look because she actually didn't know the answer to what Mrs. Laurie is looking for. "Um I...uh..." the ponytail girl looks at her as she's lost in space. "What happens if I don't take a correct guess?"

Mrs. Laurie steps a bit closer to her and put her hands on her hips. "If you don't take a correct guess...," she says. "I'll whoop your ass."

The ponytail girl takes a deep breath, trying to figure it out whether she can master this correct "guess" or she can kick her ass instead. But then she also realizes that even she can correctly answer, she can still kick her ass anyway because of her suspicion towards Mrs. Laurie. "Um...uh...," she tries to pretend to have an answer. "I have absolutely no idea what you're looking for."

POW! Mrs. Laurie punch the ponytail girl in the face, sending her flying and landed on the grass sideways. She then jumped high.

The ponytail girl quickly managed to pick herself up and when she see Mrs. Laurie approached towards her from the sky throwing a fist at her, she quickly dodged her punch by rolling like a ball through the grass and Mrs. Laurie crashed into a hole on the ground while making the earth shake for three seconds. Mrs. Laurie then jumped out of the hole with a little dirt all over her.

"Okay um maybe I'll try whoop your ass next time," Mrs. Laurie said while she stepped out of the hole and walked toward her. "But at least I did punch you in the face."

The ponytail girl stands up. "And let me ask you a question," she said.

"Why would you want to kick my ass."

"Because you're pretty unsmart."

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"Oh cut the crap. You want to know what I'm looking for: the secret ingredient."

The ponytail girl got into a confused look on her face. "What's that?"

Mrs. Laurie looks down and notices a smartphone with a flashing light laying on the grass.

The ponytail girl looks down at the same smartphone that Mrs. Laurie has been looking at. The ponytail girl quickly realizes that it's HER SMARTPHONE; she didn't know she dropped it to the ground during a fight.

Knowing that Mrs. Laurie is about to steal it, the ponytail girl starts quickly runs down.

But Mrs. Laurie RUSHES and SNACHED the ponytail girl's smartphone.

“Ha ha,” Mrs. Laurie said. “That's the secret ingredient.”

“Give me my phone back or I'll whoop your ass,” the ponytail girl told her.

"Oh I'm gonna give it back to you." Mrs. Laurie about face and starts walking off. "Until next time...," she glanced over her right shoulder.

“Holy fucking shit,” the ponytail girl said it to herself.

Minutes later, the ponytail girl went back home that night after a fight with Mrs. Laurie. It's kinda dark as everyone else went to bed but she quickly notices the living room light on and wonders if someone is there.

“Probably must by my mom,” she said before approaching the living room to check who is inside there. Guess what, It was her mom.

Her mom is sitting down on one of the seats while staring at her smartphone. She then looks up at her daughter. “Girl what have you been?” her mom asked. “I've been calling you for hours. Was your phone off or you didn't notice that I call you?”

The ponytail girl raised her eyebrows struggling to answer. Because her mom wasn't aware that she lost her smartphone, the ponytail girl will try everything she can to not let her mom know about it.

“Um...because the demon was so loud that I couldn't hear the phone ringing,” the ponytail girl said.

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you turn around?”

“What?” she got shocked as she's worried that her mom won't see her smartphone in her back pockets. “Why?” “I need to see your smartphone,” her mom said.

“I already have my smartphone.”

Her mom wasn't convinced. She got up of her seat and quickly walked to see the back of her daughter's jeans but her daughter starts walking backwards to prevent her from seeing. “What are you doing girl?” her mom asked. “I need to see if you have a smartphone.”

“Look I already carried my smartphone,” the ponytail girl said as they stopped. “It was with me.”

Her mom nods like she at first convinced but then she grabbed her own smartphone out of her desk and start calling her daughter's phone.

The ponytail girl was then terrified, thinking she was busted.

As her mom is waiting for answer on the phone while staring at her daughter she knew something is amiss: she didn't hear a single smartphone ringing.

“Oh shit,” the ponytail girl said.

“Yeah 'oh shit” is right girl,” her mom said before she hang up the phone. “WHERE THE FUCK IS YOUR SMARTPHONE?!” She shouted. “DID YOU LOST IT?!”

“Um...Uh...,” the ponytail girl afraid to answer the question because if she lies (which she just did less than two minutes) She exchange nervous looks at her mother.

“ANSWER MY QUESTION: DID YOU LOST IT?” her mom asked her the question again.

“Um....yeeess,” the ponytail girl said it awkwardly.

Her mom walk towards her and SLAPPED HER DAUGHTER'S BUTT HARD! “OW!” the ponytail girl shouted.

“Why did you lost it?” her mom asked as she stepped back.

“Because-” “I don't want to hear it no more,” her mom interrupt. “Here,” she left the room for a quick second. After a few seconds, she came back with a © 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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small device on her right hand. “Use this.”

The ponytail girl glanced at the small device. It is a FLIP PHONE, not really attractive phone to use. “But mom,” the ponytail girl tried to explain.

“Nope,” her mom shook her head. “No buts.”

“Can you just buy another smartphone?”

“What did you think I have the money to pay for it? Get out of here.”

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Chapter 2 It's a beautiful sunny day on a Wednesday morning in the hearts of Washington, D.C. It's a beautiful day to go out and school. Well, it's not exactly school yet and the first day of school - or high school, rather - won't actually start until Monday which is five days from now. But I still had to go to school this Wednesday morning because the school is having a freshman orientation for incoming freshman students and I'm an incoming freshman student. Even though it seems a little bit optional to me, my mom wants me to check that out just in case there's a question asked on the first day of high school about something that I learned from this orientation. Basically, she wants me to have a heads up for the first day before I would get lost on that question.

My mom was driving a Honda Blue Silver car and I was in the front seat beside her. We drove to my new school - Northern Watermelon High School - located at Blueberry Street NW. There, we parallel parked beside the school entrance on our right because my mom wants to have her car be the first in a parallel parked crowd of cars meaning that we had to be early. Not that she wanted to, she just simply doesn't want the both of us to get locked out (or stranded) from that aforementioned crowded line of cars and don't want to walk a long walk from all the way back there. Yes, I was a little annoyed but at the same time I understand her point.

Anyway we arrived here at my new school about three hours early before the orientation...and a few minutes before the second vehicle arrived parallel parked in front of our car. Despite the earliness, the doors of the school entrance seem to have opened. When we walk towards the open doors, we see a woman in a brown suit over her sweater and light blue jeans.

Oh and by the way, my name is Diarumid Honeymelon, I’m an AfricanAmerican teenaged boy who live in Washington D.C., part of BaltimoreWashington.

"Good morning you guys are early today!" the woman said with excitement. Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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"Yep," my mom said as we climbed the entrance stairs. "We're early."

"That's great. My name is Mrs. Williams. I'm the orientation organizer.

The orientation starts in about three hours starting in the auditorium." She said with gentle gestures. "You can hop inside the school for a little early tour in the meantime if you like."

My mom and I glanced at each other. Going a tour is a bit interesting to me. But an early tour wasn't mentioned on the pamphlet that was sent to us.

The pamphlet states that the tour will begin after the assembly so since we offered an early tour we don't know whether it's an option or a choice.

"Or you can stay in the auditorium before it starts so..." Mrs. Williams clapped her hands once.

"What happens if we chose the early tour right now."

"Well if you guys take the early tour, you'll take a curious look on the school to get an early idea of what this school like. And then after the orientation assembly, you'll guys take another tour - the REAL tour, that is where I or other chaperones will take you and several others into a journey through the school hallways and go over the features and exciting places you'll venture to when you go to the first day of school. Pretty excited, huh?"

My mom sighed with a bright glimpse of hope towards the first day.

"Maybe," I said.

"Okay come in, the orientation comes at less than three hours!" Mrs. Williams said.

"Alright thanks," my mom said.

"Thank you," I said as my mom and I start entering inside.

"No problem."

While I was walking down the berry hall with my mom, there's a ponytailed teenage girl - who might be seen bigger and taller that I am who's walking across the berry hall when she suddenly got distracted by my beautiful butt. She then paused walking to take a glance of my backside. I was certainly unaware that someone would ogle on my butt. I mean...I won't ogle on her butt. But anyway, she look at my butt for a few seconds. She slowly opened her mouth in slight shock as my butt has apparently wowed her. She then continued walking but slowly as she was still distracted. So distracted that when she turn her face back upfront, she immediately got Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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bumped by a woman. That same woman is also distracted by my butt too.

But it didn't matter because it is the girl who is the one who should've pay attention to where she's going. And the woman who got bumped by the ponytail girl is not pleased. The woman's name is Mrs. Price.

"Hey hey you better watch where you're going," Mrs. Price told the girl.

"Okay."

"Sorry," the ponytail girl said as she slightly shook her head while briefly placing her right on her forehead before putting her hand down. "I was kinda-" "Distracted by a guy's butt?" Mrs. Price slight raise her eyebrows at the ponytail girl. the ponytail girl got shocked when she said that because how does this woman - or a teacher - know what she just got distracted by?

"Um...," the ponytail girl scratch her head as she nervously struggled to come up with a response to deny. But there was no use, she got caught.

Even though Mrs. Price got distracted as well, she wasn't all that distracted she glanced at my behind for two seconds without even paying attention; that's it - she was actually looking around the hall - to make sure if any student clowns around instead going to homerooms she would scoff them off to class - when that caught her in the eye as well.

"Listen young lady, you better either go to breakfast or go to your homeroom," Mrs. Price told her.

"Um...I'm going to my homeroom," the ponytail girl said.

"Well then go to your homeroom and stop fooling around like looking at some guy's butt," Mrs. Price then walk away. "C'mon guys you better get moving or put you in early detention and you don't want to be in detention the first thing on the first day of school." She told everybody else.

After Mrs. Price left, the ponytail girl glanced back at the hall where I previously seen, but I was already gone. She doesn't even know if that was real or even a dream. She would take a picture but she's too distracted to do that.

"Dammit," the ponytail girl said to herself. "That woman ruined it for me." She blamed Mrs. Price.

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Meanwhile during the assembly, one part of the assembly that intrigued me the most is when the lights back up again: it was this next group of dancers: the cheerleaders. But it's not just the cheerleaders who intrigued me. What really impressed me is that there was also a big fat two-hundred pound/five and ten tall dark-skinned dude joining with the cheerleaders together like a team.

"Alright let's make our move to make our school very proud!" The big fat black dude shouted as he walked quickly with the cheerleaders on stage and stand in the center of it and face the audience.

From our point of view, the big fat black dude is two feet taller than all of the girls who are a little bit shorter than him but are in similar height as each other. While all of the cheerleaders were wearing their identical pink-white-and-black uniforms, the big fat black dude wears an outfit that has the same colors but consist of a pair of tighty-whities over his black yoga pants with a pink t-shirt tucked underneath. Like he's wearing a super suit or something. As the audience quiets down, the music starts to play. And the cheerleaders and the big fat black dude starts dancing to the beat. At the same time, they're also starting singing a song.

During the song, they start shaking their booties - and yes, the big fat black dude is shaking his ass as well, twerking along with the cheerleaders to the awe and amazement and some jeers of the audience. I believe that the jeers are coming from the boys in the audience. Matter of fact, there's a group of boys three rows behind us jeering at the big fat black dude shaking his ass. Probably because shaking ass - also known as twerking, that is - is considered to be girly. The fact that ass-shaking is girly for boys is really beyond stupid. I think the boys are just simply immature, that's who they are, that's what they're doing. Okay back to the song: When the assembly finished, all of us in the audience started to get up from their seats. When my mom and I exited out of the auditorium, I saw the cheerleaders together with the big fat black dude start walking past us. I don't want to miss an opportunity to meet them.

"Um excuse me," I said to them.

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slightly around and glanced upfront at me.

"You guys rocked the party today," I said to them.

"You think so?" one cheerleader asked.

"Yeah you guys are a symbol of the school...well besides the mustang mascot."

"Well we are the symbol."

"Yeah we are representing the school and the mustang," another cheerleader said.

"We gonna cheer at almost every game," the third cheerleader said.

"And we gonna make every male and female athlete proud and so is the rest of the student body!"

"Because this is Northern Watermelon!" The big fat black dude shouts.

"Yeah," the cheerleaders cheered at his battle cry.

"Well good luck," I said.

"Thanks!" They said it together.

"And thanks for pumping up the show.

"Oh you're welcome," the cheerleaders starts to leave.

The big fat black dude starts to follow them.

"Hey sir," I called him.

He stopped and glanced at me again.

I come forward to him. And as I approached him, he's one feet taller and much bigger than I am. I then press against his chest with both hands. "I like the fact that you're brave enough to join the cheerleaders," I said to him before a nod. "Really brave."

He then smiled.

"And I like the fact that you're embracing to become a male cheerleader," I moved my face a little closer toward him. "Just ignore the naysayers," I whispered. "Just don't worry about what they will say to you or do to you. Don't let this ruin your cheerleading chances."

After I say a few more words to him, he smiled at me even more. I guess my words just strengthened him or made him stronger.

"And by the way," I still talking to him. "I really like your cheerleader dance moves."

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doing those feminine dance moves.

"Really?" He asked me as he smiled big time.

"Yeah," I nodded while placing my hand off of him and stepped back.

"Your moves are tight man."

"Hey Birchard you don't want to be late for the picnic setup," one cheerleader said to him.

"Coming," he said to her. "I gotta go," he said to me before he stepped a little bit closer to me.

"Thanks...for the nice words you said to me."

I start to smile. Again, my words boosted his confidence.

"I'm glad that you're not some idiot who want to humiliate me and I don't want to let any idiot or anyone who teases me get in the way of my cheerleading."

I smiled even more.

He then quickly glanced back at the cheerleaders who are about to leave the school building and he doesn't want to be left behind.

"You know what I gotta go see ya," he said while waving at me before he quickly ran off towards the cheerleaders.

It was a good conversation between me and him. I glanced at my mom, who's waiting patiently for the conversation to be over. She took a deep breath.

"Alright we're good?" She asked me with a thumbs up.

"Yeah mom," I nodded at her. "We're good."

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Chapter 3 After the orientation assembly, me and my mom went into the REAL tour with one of the small groups of other students and parents. Guiding this small group that I'm in is Mrs. Williams, the same woman who greeted us this morning. She has taken us to several aspects.

"Okay that's enough for this hallway," Mrs. Williams said.

We then head into another hallway where there's two side halls occupying the in-between section of classrooms and offices. She decided to takes to the left side.

And as we walk across the left side, the ponytail girl, who walked along the right side, got distracted again when she saw another glimpse of me across the left. Since her group had finished touring fast than expected and realized that my group touring isn't finished yet. She decides to head towards my group, simply because she want to be in the same group as I am.

Again, I'm not aware of her and I'm not aware that someone would want to see a glimpse of me.

Mrs. Williams went ecstatic when she sees someone enters our group.

"Ah look who's joining us," she said while pointing her right hand at the ponytail girl.

The ponytail girl got surprised and shocked when Mrs. Williams notice her to the rest of us.

"Glad you're joining us mam," Mrs. Williams continued.

The ponytail girl then went uncomfortably shy as she slightly wave her hand to us. "Um hello," she said awkwardly. She then awkwardly walked past a few people before she stand beside me. I don't know why she would stand beside me; again I'm not aware of this girl. I then completely glanced at her to see what she looked like and...man she's really big and taller than me and...LOOK AT HER MUSCLES! ARE THEY SO....you know what never mind. I started to get distracted by her REALLY AWESOME MUSCLES - she must be working out a lot or something - and I want to get focus back at Mrs. Williams and her tour guiding. But at the same time I want to know how much the ponytail girl would handle this tour (even though she already Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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finished her own tour with a different small group she's part of). I can't help but to watch what happens.

"I see you gotten to the gym lately," Mrs. Williams said to the ponytail girl with a big smile.

"Yes," the ponytail girl chuckle.

"I can tell by looking at your body. That was a nice body, I wish my body look yours."

"Well thank you." The ponytail girl smiled.

"Okay," Mrs. Williams clapped her hands once. "Let's continue the tour."

We then walk a few steps forward and walked left into an office.

"Now this is um...um...," Mrs. Williams got lost as she scratches her head. "Um...can anybody take a wild educated guess what the name."

The ponytail girl quickly raised her right hand first seconds before a couple of hands are raised.

Mrs. Williams immediately got flabbergasted after that, wondering that if the ponytail girl actually knows this given her quick hand raise.

"Go ahead," Mrs. Williams said as she gave the ponytail girl a chance to guess.

"The Rockefeller Financial Office," the ponytail girl guessed confidently.

"Um yes of course," Mrs. Williams said with a little chuckle. "This is the Rockefeller Financial Office-" The ponytail girl raised her right hand, effectively interrupting Mrs. Williams.

"Go ahead mam," Mrs. Williams said to her. "Do you have something to add?"

"Of course. The Rockefeller Financial Office is an office to the financial part of the school," the ponytail girl explains while looking at us, like if she's actually touring. "That's where the chief financial officer sits," she points a finger at the desk. "The financial officer would come to the desk and does the paperwork."

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We then exit out of the office, walk to our left and head over to the next section on our right.

"Now the girl with the ponytail," Mrs. Williams said. "Do you know this section or you want me to explain it to the audience?"

"Um you're name is Mrs. Williams," the ponytail girl said.

"Yes," Mrs. Williams said.

"Can I explain to you and the rest of the group what I know about the rest of the school is?"

Mrs. Williams thought about it for a moment. "Do you mean you want to take over as a tour guide?" She asked.

"Well not really but I already know the school and...okay I want to be a tour guide. But I want to see if I got all of them correct."

"Are you sure that you know almost everything about this school?" Mrs. Williams asked.

"Yeah," the ponytail girl nodded.

"And are you sure you can handle touring the rest of it?"

"Um yeah."

"Because the rest of them around you need to know because it's a TOUR!" Mrs. Williams shouts with excitement. "Right guys?"

"Yeah," shouted all of us, except me.

"So are you sure do you know most or everything about this school?"

Mrs. Williams asked the ponytail girl with a little bit of uncertainty.

But the ponytail girl is confident that she can explain about the school understandably. "Yes I'm sure," she nodded.

"Okay."

Minutes later after the tour, we then head into the school backyard, where's there's a bunch of staff members cooking barbecue on their grills and a small bunch of tables set up with half of them being filed by students eating and drinking. The rest of the tables were empty.

"Thank you for taking the tour with me," Mrs. Williams said. "If you like, we have a picnic. Yep, there's a lot of free food and drink cooked well done for y'all. So um...enjoy!" She smiled very sarcastically with her hands flew in the air. "And welcome to Northern Watermelon High School!"

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"I hope I see all of you on the first day this Monday. Now enjoy the rest of your day feasting on this picnic!"

All of us cheered and clapped once again.

Mrs. Williams and bunch of people in my group begin to head towards the picnic. But as I soon about to join them, the ponytail girl placed her left hand on my right shoulder. I glanced over my right shoulder at her. Then I glanced at my mom who also stopped before she could walk and glanced at me and the ponytail girl.

"Hey you wanna talk with him?" my mom asked the ponytail girl.

I glanced back at the ponytail girl, who glanced at my mom.

"Yeah," the ponytail girl said to her with a nod.

I then glanced back at my mom again. I just want to know what the ponytail girl wants from me or what she'll say to me. I think she wants to be friends with me.

"Well fair enough that's alright with me," my mom said with a smile while starts to walk away from us and head towards the picnic while stopping to look at us back and forth. "You can talk to him for a while. You two can talk to each other for a while. You two can make friends with each other right now. And also one more note: Feel free if you need me. I'm going to one of the picnic tables. Just don't wait until the picnic is over." She's finally walking towards the picnic.

Afterwards, me and the ponytail girl slightly turned to face each other.

"So you really want to talk to me huh," I said to the ponytail girl in a nice manner.

"Yeah," she nodded.

"Um why?"

She chuckles.

"Um...I just simply wanna make friends," she said with nod. "With you."

"Oh...okay. So what you want to talk to me about?"

She then try think of a topic she would discuss with me. I'm waiting for her to come up of it but at the same I already have a topic in mind.

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She quickly raised her eyebrows as looked back at me. She was shocked that this topic had come up out of me and that I would about what she just did a while ago while on the tour with me.

"I just want to know how did you know each and every surrounding of this building," I said. "That's all."

I then realized this question is a bit uncomfortable for her to answer...even though it's a simple thoughtful one and one to have a reasonable answer.

"Um...," she nervously struggled to talk to me.

"Look I didn't meant to make you uncomfortable. "I didn't ask a secretive question, I was asking a curious one."

But I can see that she's anxious to talk about what she has done as she doesn't want to give away her smarts to me. She doesn't want to give away how she know this school.

"Okay if you think this question is so secretive to you let me tell you this: I'm not a guy who spill secrets to everyone else," I explained to her.

After a thought to herself, she eventually went in on my topic. She took a deep breath. "Okay I'm actually not to hide something," she explained to me. Then she paused and shook her head, eventually admitted. "Okay I'm hiding the answer."

"Well why are you hiding your answer."

"Because...because..."

"Look you're a big girl. Just don't be afraid to explain." I step closer to her. "I'm right here."

She then took another deep breath. "Alright," she said with another nod. "How do I know the surroundings of this school? Well, I was given a pamphlet, which included a school map. And once I saw the school map, I figure there's a way for me to know every aspect of the school building shown in a bird's eye view on the school map...than the school map itself. So I have to visit the school's website to get information on what this school's about. Not only that I also did research elsewhere online on each of the classrooms, each of the offices, and each of the other rooms to not only get the idea of what this school like but also to study so I can know everything about the school. That's how I got ended up replacing the tour guide for the Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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rest of the tour."

"Wow." I nodded. "That's really impressive."

She nodded as well.

"That's something any woman or a man would do but you have the smarts (or productiveness) to do this research and know all of that. Is it because you thinking you're gonna be the tour guide or you simply want to know ahead of things?"

"You know I think I did a pretty good job touring all of you in that group."

"Yes girl you did a very good damn job."

"Thanks," she nodded again. "But I didn't intended to take the role of it; I actually simply want to know ahead of things to make sure I'm correct with everything the school has."

"But are you going to be a tour guide in the future?" I asked.

"Well no. But if there's some place that I have the all the knowledge about it, I could tour that place for a very limited time."

My conversation with this big buff girl has gone pretty well. I saw that she was a bit uncomfortable when I asked about how she know those things but I think she handle answering my question pretty okay. She wasn't really secretive about that, as far as I'm concerned.

"Hey do you still think that I'm a bad guy who thinks you have a secret and wants to force you to share it?" I asked her.

"Um no," the ponytail girl said as she shook her head. "No no."

"But you were uncomfortable."

"Well...I was actually nervous talking to people. I wasn't really hiding something."

"Oh," I nod. "So that means you are shy, then."

"Yeah," she nod.

"But, like I said, you did pretty good on touring."

"Yeah I know."

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"HEY THERE ASSHOLE!" The girl looked slightly toward her left. It's her mother.

"YES YOU!" The ponytail girl's mom said. "NOT HIM! HE HAS ALL THE NICEST THINGS IN THE WORLD! AND YOU DIDN'T HAVE ANY AND HE'S NOT YOUR BUSINESS! HE CAN KISS YOUR BUTT...BUT NOT TODAY SO TAKE YOUR SORRY BIG BUTT OVER HERE!" She points a finger down at the ground.

The ponytail girl glanced back at me with a nervous chuckle, indicating to me that she caught trouble with her mom.

But I want to reassure her that she didn't cause herself any trouble or cause me any harm. "Is it okay if I can touch your shoulder?" I asked the ponytail girl.

"Um...sure," she nodded.

So I touch her right shoulder with my left hand.

"Don't worry you're not in trouble. And you asked my mom's permission to talk with me. So I think you're..."

"Good?" She asked with a questionable look.

"Yeah. I like the way you try touring the whole school...without even giving up. And I like the way you approach to talk to me. I appreciate that.

And I understand your concerns about you being shy to people, especially me."

"So does that mean I have to overcome my anxiety to people?" She asked.

I took a deep breath.

"I don't think you have anxiety. But if you do, I'm right here." I was about to tell her to 'contact me anytime' but I was interrupted by the girl's mom again.

"EXCUSE ME SIR!" The ponytail girl's mom shouted. "I KNOW YOU'RE WORSHIPPING HER AND THAT'S AWESOME BUT I NEED YOU TO DON'T WORRY ABOUT HER BUSINESS AND WORRY ABOUT YOUR OWN! SHE NEEDS TO GET HER BIG SORRY BEHIND OVER HERE BEFORE SHE COULD GET YOU IN TROUBLE!" To the ponytail girl's shock. "I wasn't even getting him into trouble mom," she said to her with a head shake.

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BUSINESS! HE TAKES CARE OF HIMSELF MORE THAN YOU DO!" The ponytail girl raise her eyebrows at her.

"I MEAN UH...SIR DID YOU GET HELP?" The ponytail girl's mom asked me.

"I do take care of myself but most of the time I do need some help," I said to her.

"GOOD! AND IF YOU DO NEED HELP SHE'S ALL YOURS! BUT NOT TODAY! YOUNG LADY FOR THE LAST TIME JUST GET YOUR BIG SORRY BUTT OVER HERE! YOU HAVE TIME TO TALK TO HIM NEXT TIME!" Me and the ponytail girl glanced at each other.

"Don't worry about me," the ponytail girl said to me. "I can handle this myself. Thank you." She then ran off and head quickly towards her mom.

"You're welcome."

The ponytail girl's mom finally sees her daughter run up to her.

"Look mom," the ponytail girl said. "I was talking to him."

"YEAH I KNOW!" Her mom continues to shout.

"I just want to you know that he's safe and sound."

"GOOD! AND IT'S NICE THAT YOU TALK TO HIM! AND IF YOU WANNA TALK TO HIM A LITTLE MORE, I ABSOLUTELY THINK IT WOULD BE AWESOMELY BETTER IF YOU WOULD ALSO PROTECT HIS BUTT! FROM THE FORCES OF EVIL! JUST LIKE YOUR DAD AND I PROTECT YOURS!" She took a big sigh. " "Okay mom I can do that," I said.

"THANK YOU!" "But why do you want me to come here?"

"PICNIC! Remember!"

"Oh yeah right."

"Now let's get some hot-ass food and sit at a table!"

The ponytail girl sighs again as she needs to eat something. "Okay then," she said.

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think that she's really hungry. After all, she has to have this big plate of food so she absorb the calories by exercising her body in the gym. Sure I want to have a big plate of food but I'm not that hungry. I already eat a big full of breakfast. But so does my mom. Unlike my plate of breakfast, her breakfast doesn't make her full because they have less fat and very less sugar. And yes, she loves to have a big appetite every morning, every afternoon and every evening. I already got a plate, but a small plate of two pieces of chicken.

"Um wow," I said as I sat down in front of her while looking at her plate, her big plate of food. "You must be really hungry mom."

She then swallowed an almost-finished bite of her second chicken. She must have eaten her first chicken that fast.

"Uh yeah," she said. "That guy who does the barbecue is a wonderful cool. I heard from several staff members in their conversations that he cooks barbecue really well and everyone is enjoying their barbecue food he cooked."

My conversation with her is already started when suddenly a big fat black dude - the same big fat dark-skin dude who's still wearing a pink v-neck t-shirt and was shaking his big beautiful butt with the cheerleaders - with his own plate of food approached us. "Hey," he said to us.

Me and my mom glanced at him.

"Wouldn't mind if I sit here with you guys?" He asked.

"Of course," I said.

"Yeah you can sit down with us," my mom said before taking another bite of her chicken.

"Thanks," the big fat black dude said as he sat down beside me. "I have been sitting down with the cheerleaders for a while but when I saw you there I thought I could sit by you for the rest of the period."

"So you're want to sit and eat lunch with me?" I asked.

He didn't immediately say a word but he smiled at me instead.

"Wasn't something I said?" I asked.

"Look why do you even ask this question," he asked.

"Because I want to know."

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"Ohhhh," I nodded.

"Wait I thought you already knew that," he said in a questionable look.

"Well no I just didn't know why you decided to sit there with me when you have all of your cheerleading friends with you."

I then glanced at what is on his plate and damn he got a whole lotta food.

"Man you have eaten a lot of food lately," I said to him.

"Yeah," he nodded without looking at me while taking a bit of his crispy chicken breast. "I usually eat a big plate of food all the time everyday. That's why I get big. And I love being big. I love being a big guy. Doesn't matter if I'm shorter than or the same height as a buff chick, I'm still be a big guy."

"You know what I have to go to the bathroom be right back," my mom said as she got up from her seat.

Minutes later after she went back into the school building, something suddenly strange going on right now. The wind start breezes all of us as a small dark cloud emerges above the school basketball court. As the dark cloud emerges, the cloud starts to form an open circle, or I should say a vortex.

Afterwards, someone shoots out of the vortex and landed on the ground. It's a bad guy named Barry. He then walks into the school backyard where the picnic is. Once he entered, Barry start approaching me, to my horror. Once he approached me, he start grabbing my left shoulder.

The ponytail girl just finished her picnic lunch when she glanced over her shoulder while watching the situation unfold. She couldn't believe it in her eyes.

Barry the Demon then pull me out of my seat and hold me in the air.

And my eyebrows immediately raised in horror as I realized he's gonna kidnap me. I didn't say a word....but I started to kick both of my feet to drop myself into the ground. But Barry the Demon hold my left shoulder so strong that I couldn't let myself go from him. I panicked.

Everyone else at the picnic watch as they're all silent.

The ponytail girl turned around to watch while placing both hands on the table behind her as she doesn't know what to do.

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scared either given the fact that the girl got big muscles to fight the demon.

"HOLY SHIT YOUNG LADY DO SOMETHING OR ELSE I'll WHOOP YOUR BEHIND!" The ponytail girl's mom shouted at her.

The ponytail girl glanced at her with a slight horrified face.

"HEY DON'T LOOK AT ME BEING AFRAID JUST GET UP AND DO SOMETHING WITH THIS SON OF A BITCH!" Her mom shouts again.

The ponytail girl glanced back at the situation. She took a deep breath as she put her hands off of the table and to herself. She then gets up out of her seat, run quickly toward Barry and me, then forcefully pull me off of him with her strong-ass muscles, landing me on the ground on my butt and SUPER PUNCH Barry in the face, sending him flying far in quick speed, passing the school basketball court until he landed on the parking lot crashed onto a window of a black vehicle on his back.

"TAKE THAT, BITCH!" The ponytail girl shouts at him.

"THAT'S MY GIRL!" Her mom shouts as well.

After I landed on the ground by the ponytail girl, the big fat black dude get up out of his seat and grab my hand to pull me up to me feet.

"Are you okay," the big fat black dude asked me.

"Yeah," I said while rubbing the debris off of my pants before glancing at the ponytail girl. "What happened?" I asked the big fat black dude in confusion. "What did she or the bad guy do?"

"She pull you down on floor for safety then punch the guy- you know the guy who just hold onto you in the air," he said to me. "She punched him in the face way hard."

"She did?"

"Yeah," he nods with his mouth open. "She's awesome! She can really be your girlfriend someday!"

Barry then pull himself up from the black vehicle and landed on the ground with his two feet.

"UH I THINK HE'S COMING BACK!" Cressida's mom shouts.

"UH MOM," Cressida said as she glanced back at her. "I got this alright just don't worry about it."

"DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT?!"

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towards her. "Mom I don't have time to talk," she said without looking. "I have to defeat this demon-bitch like you told so...even though I could have thrust in myself without you forcing me."

When Barry approached closer to her face, she SUPER HEADBUTTS him in the face, making him unconscious as he dropped to the ground on his knees and landed on the stomach.

"There," she said before taking a breath. "That should do it."

"IS HE DEAD OR WHAT?!" Cressida's mom shouts.

"I hope so," Cressida said.

I stand there with my mouth open and watched how the ponytail girl defeated Barry the Demon well. And I was shocked at that and after that...I smiled. I smiled because I was impressed at what the ponytail girl did.

She then glanced at me over her shoulder. Seeing me smiling at her makes her smiling back at me, knowing that I was proud of her.

"That. Was. Cool," I responded to her.

"Thanks," she chuckled. She then glanced back at the demon, still breathing, hoping that the demon is dead.

But the demon starts opening his eyes...to her shock.

She then steps a little back further as Barry starting slowly pull himself up from the ground as he regain consciousness.

"HOLY SHIT DON'T JUST STAND THERE!" Cressida's mom shouts.

"Mom I got this okay," Cressida said with a little bit annoyance on her face when she looked at her mom.

With another fight looming I wonder how can I root for the ponytail girl who'll fight the monster again. "Go big fighting girl!" I cheered with my right fist raised towards the air. "You can do it! Don't let this ugly-ass monster get to you!"

Cressida glanced over her left shoulder back at me and smiled at me once again.

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already getting ready to punch her using his right fight.

But he missed as she dodged his first strike.

She pulls her head up wondering if the demon will pull a second strike against her. "Go ahead demon," she shouts at him. "See if you can punch me."

Barry then tries another punch - this time with his other fist - against her. Once again, she dodged him.

Frustrated, he then started throwing punches towards her. And she started dodging them down under and from left to right. She then stands up again, closes her eyes and crosses her two big muscles arms, lighting them up blue and forming a blue-colored force field around her blocking every punch the demon I immediately raised my eyebrows of what the ponytail girl just did.

"Whoa!" I responded. "How in the world does she do that?" I want to know.

But it doesn't matter because whatever she did...I WAS SO AMAZED! The demon kept throwing punches towards her and then start throwing kicks at her...but to no avail. When all of them are useless, he stopped.

The force field around her then dissolves as she uncross her arms and place them by both of her sides. She then open her eyes and glanced at Barry, who is breathing heavily.

He then glanced at her. "Wow it looks like you have strong-ass bones," he said to her while panting.

"And you're full of weak-ass bones who can't even attack me yet!" She shouts at him. She then squared herself with two feet apart and two arms apart. She gasped deeply and then... "BUUUURRRRRRRRP!" She let a SUPERASS BURP, breezing the demon.

The demon closes his eyes and tries to keep his balance as the SUPER SMELLY WIND out of HER BURP has gone onto him.

"Damn!" I responded.

"NOW THAT'S WHAT I LIKE IT!" Cressida's mom shouted. "MAYBE THE DEMON WILL KNOCK OUT BIG TIME!" Cressida then stopped burping before glancing at her mom. "You think?" She asked with a smirk on her face. Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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"UHH MAYBE!" "That was an awesome burp, girl!" I shouted at Cressida.

"Thanks," she said while smiling awkwardly.

The demon suddenly stopped feeling the wind but he can still smell the smelliness. And not only he barely stand up, he also barely open his eyes.

To Cressida, it looks like the demon is finally in the process of being dying, giving her an opportunity to weaken him to death once and for all.

"Alright time to finish this, motherfucker!" Cressida said with a smile as she walks. As she walks towards the demon, she fans her nose from the smell.

"P.U. I think I ate a big-ass cheeseburger meal," she said. "That's why my burp smells so funky." She finally approached the demon, grab him from the back with her left hand and start SUPER PUNCHING HIM HARD A FEW TIMES! She lets the demon go as he starts to get dizzy for a few seconds before landed on the stomach unconscious once again. But this time, the demon can't barely move or get up. She smiled as she finally defeat Barry the Demon. "I think I did it," she said. "I think I finally kicked the demon's ass!"

Now she has to do one more thing to accomplish this. To accomplish the defeat of this demon. "Just one more thing and the demon is finally dead," she said. She then stepped two feet apart across Barry's face. She bent down, sticking her big butt down towards the demon's face and...

"FARRRRRT!" She rip out a SUPER FART which finally knocked the demon out cold. "There that should do it!" She said as she stepped out of the way. She glanced at the demon for a few more seconds; he wasn't moving or even pulling himself again at all.

She breathes a sigh of relief. "Well I guess I did a pretty good job fighting this son of a bitch," she said before glancing at her mom. "Like my mom describes him."

"YEAH THAT'S HOW DESCRIBE HIM!" Cressida's mom shouts.

I slowly shook my head as I can't believe what me and the big fat black dude just watched. "No way," I said quietly to him. "There's no way a girl - or a human being - would kick an evil creature's ass. But boy...she did. I wish she would be best friend, or my girlfriend...or even my wife! Someday."

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horror as he glanced over his shoulder and saw two demons approaching towards him from behind. I was looking at the same situation as he is.

"Holy shit there's more demons," I said to him.

"Yeah," he whispered to himself. “Can she kick their asses?”

"Holy shit look," one cheerleader said as she pointed a finger at their male cheerleader and the two demons who is approaching the big fat black dude.

Another cheerleader stands up. "Alright cheerleaders," she said. "Let's do our stuff!"

The rest of the cheerleaders get up from their seats.

I stepped out of my way as a couple of the cheerleaders pull the big fat black dude out of the way and punch the two demons in the face. "Hey are you okay?" I reached towards the big fat black dude.

"Yeah," he said. "I'm fine. I'm hoping my cheerleaders will back that girl up and kick some ass with her."

We then saw the two demons started to pick themselves up. And we saw the cheerleaders strike their kung-fu poses as they're ready for another beat-down.

"We cannot let these two guys kill us," one cheerleader said. "Or else we'll be fucked!"

"Can I join in?" Cressida asked the cheerleaders as she approached them.

"Sure buff girl you can help us kick these two wicked son of a bitches' asses."

The two demons then picked themselves. In addition, a bunch of more demons are coming behind them.

"Ready?" The one cheerleader said.

"Ready!" The cheerleaders and Cressida said it together.

"Alright on a count of three. One, two, three."

The cheerleaders and Cressida then run towards the demons, engaging in a melee combat battle.

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Cheerleader #3 PUNCHES Demon #3 IN THE NOSE sending him FLYING! Cheerleader #4 KICKS Demon #4 IN THE DICK making him A WHOLE LOT OF PAIN! Cheerleader #5 GRABS Demon #5 by the shoulders and HEADBUTTS HIM KNOCKING HIM UNCONSCIOUSNESS! And so the cheerleaders and Cressida went back into their kung-fu poses. All of them CHARGES towards another bunch of demons and DEFEATED them with only a FEW KNUCKLE PUNCHES and KNUCKLE KICKS! They stepped several blocks back as they saw that all of the demons are dead.

"Good job you guys," the one cheerleader said as they start high-fiveing each other. "Well done."

The big fat black dude and I reacted with our mouths opened. We were amazed.

"Thank god I'm in the cheerleading squad who saved my ass!" He shouted.

"And thank god you got cheerleaders who saved your ass," I said. "And thank god that I have a girl who can protect my ass!"

"Um I think you already say it the first time."

"I can say it again dude."

My mom gets out of the building and stumbled to see what just happened.

"My god does anything bad happened while I was in the bathroom?"

She asked. "Cause I missed this shit."

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Chapter 4 The ponytail girl is sleeping on her bed smoothly. She was sleeping smoothly in a blanket until something suddenly happened: someone slam the door forcefully and quickly walked toward her with her hands placed on her hips. She has a voluptuous fat body with a fat belly, fat arms, fat thighs (or fat legs), and a fat ass. She's incredibly angry at her teenage daughter.

That's right that's the teenage girl's mom.

"Hey it's time to wake up girl," the girl's mom shouted. "TIME TO WAKE THE HECK UP!" But the girl is still sleeping as she tossed herself to the other side of her bed.

"Mom I can't," she said. "I still need to sleep."

"Well you got more sleep than because GUESS WHAT?! YOU'RE OVERSLEPT!" The girl slowly begin to open her eyes and as her eyes open, she started to see the alarm clock. The alarm clock should have set at about eight o'clock but it actually didn't this morning. The girl didn't set the alarm clock: it is now eight thirty. As she notice this, her eyes suddenly fully opened and she quickly jumped out of her bed in shock.

"Holy shit," she said as she quickly place her left hand on her forehead.

"Yeah holy shit is right!" The girl's mom shouted. "So you better get your big muscled ass in the dining room so you can eat breakfast quickly as possible because you only have thirty minutes left and your bus doesn't have time to wait for you SO YOU BETTER HURRY YOUR BIG ASS UP SLEEPYHEAD!" And yes, the teen girl got a big curvy muscled butt. And the rest of her body is muscled as well. More on that later, "Did my dad already cooked breakfast for me?" The girl asked as she quickly ran out of her bedroom.

The girl's mom did answered. She went quiet as she follow her daughter while exiting out of the bedroom.

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pancakes and ham and cheese amulet - on the table (where her little sister is eating), she realizes that this plate of food is her breakfast, which means that, yes, her dad did cooked breakfast for her; he didn't really wait for her so he can start cooking at the time she got woken up.

Speaking of which, her dad is cooking in the kitchen in his pink-colored cotton briefs when he heard footsteps coming to the dining table. He then glanced over his left shoulder to see if it's his older daughter.

"Oh good morning Cressida," he said before quickly glance back at his cooking.

And Cressida is the name of the teen girl who just woken up by a loud mom.

"Good morning dad," Cressida said as she grab a chair to sit down in front of her breakfast on the table.

"You got woken up by an angry witch?" Her little sister asked.

Cressida glanced at her in a not-so-happy reaction as knows what her little sister is referring "an angry witch" to. (If you don't know, that's her mom.)

"Yeah Felicia," she said before taking a fork and start cutting a bite of her pancake. "And that angry witch is gonna spank your ass!"

"Whoa whoa whoa don't start going there girls," her dad said while glancing over his right shoulder and using his stop gesture towards them. He doesn't want his two daughters to start arguing with each other. "Just calm down, don't fight, and eat your good tasty breakfast," he said before glanced back at his cooking again.

"But how am I gonna calm down and eat my tasty breakfast if my sister is gonna harass my ass?!" Cressida asked him.

"Well first of all," he says without looking at her again. "Ignore her..."

"I tried ignoring her but that couldn't worked because she spends most of her time coming out of her room and attacked me with her stupid-ass very softy-ass baseball bat."

"She was just wanna have fun with you!" Cressida's mom shouted as she showed up in the kitchen.

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"That's what you think," Cressida's mom pointed her finger at her.

"That's your opinion. And you know what your little sister has already finish her breakfast, you haven't started eating your breakfast so keep wasting your goddamn time and see what happens if you really want to get to school on time."

"Yeah Cressida," Felicia said as she glanced at her big sister. Then...

"BURRRP!" She let out a small windy burp at her.

Cressida immediately close her eyes as the wind that comes out of Felicia's burp had breezed Cressida's hair and face.

"How about that?" Felicia asked.

Cressida opened her eyes and continue to glance at her little sister. She then move her face towards her. "How about not burp at me again," she said quietly to her with a mean girl attitude. "Because what you just did is really rude."

"Wow Cressida!" Cressida's mom shouts as she glanced at her watch, apparently checking out time that Cressida has wasted and how much minutes left before her daughter can come out of the house and get on the bus. "Apparently you're not keeping track of time girl," she said as she put her left arm down.

"Oh yes I am mother!" Cressida shouted back at her.

"No you're not!" Cressida's mom shook her head.

"Yes I am," Cressida nodded.

"No you're not."

"Yes I am."

"No you're not Cressida, you're not even freaking dressed. All you're wearing is an ugly-ass bra and a dirty-ass pansy."

"Let smell your dirty pansy," Felicia said before moving her nose toward the left side of her big sister's butt and smell it.

To Cressida's disgust.

"Eww your mom is right," Felicia said as she quickly move her nose backward. "Your pansy is dirty."

Cressida frustratedly shaking her head and glanced back at her mom.

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"Oh really," Cressida's mom nod in a questionable tone. "You probably didn't look yourself in the mirror. And you probably didn't wash your underwear."

Cressida sighs frustratedly. "Mom, that's because the washing machine doesn't wash properly," she explained.

"Young lady, that's because you didn't follow the instructions right."

Her mom then nods again. "Clearly."

"I did follow the instructions."

"No," her mom shook her head again. "You just put all of you clothes in and press only one button. Nothing else."

"Err...how can you tell that?"

"I was watching through a security camera on a computer while I was working at my office. And yes, I a new security system which I brought which means that's I placed all of the security cameras inside our house so I can watch all of the surveillance through my computer."

Cressida's eyebrows raised once again as she got shocked that her mom would watch everything of what she is doing in the house. And everything from her doing homework to even her showing in the bathroom; at least the security cameras won't show her fully naked as it has the capability to blurry any private parts when anyone take off their clothes in the bathroom. But still, the fact that her mom would watch what's happening in the house while she wasn't there has made Cressida very uncomfortable as Cressida doesn't want her mom to invade her privacy because she felt that she would be humiliated if the images of her naked body being sent to school. Since she was completely unaware of this fact until now, Cressida would have to be careful about what she's gonna do especially in the bathroom.

"You watch what we're doing in this house?" Cressida asked in shock.

"While you're at office."

But Cressida's mom didn't answer. "You know what you have just wasted ten minutes of your time just go eat your breakfast right now and stop talking," Cressida's mom told her.

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"Instead of arguing with one another, let's have all of us eating breakfast together," he suggested as he put the plate down on the other side of the table.

Cressida's mom sighs.

"Well I guess you're right," she said. "Is that my breakfast?" She point a finger at the plate.

"Yes enjoy,� he said.

Cressida sighs as she sat back down at her seat and finally started eating her breakfast...in a quickly and frustrated manner. She eats faster and faster...until she ate the whole thing in the matter of two minutes. She finished that off with a drink of orange juice and she drank it in almost thirty seconds before slamming the empty on the table without breaking it.

Felicia and Cressida's mom and dad were all shocked to see Cressida eat so fast.

"Ahhh done," Cressida said.

"Wow you eat that fast," Felicia said.

"Yeah I know little snarky dweeb," Cressida said before she let out a similar wind burp at her little sister. "BURRRP!" Felicia immediately close her eyes as the windy burp breezed her.

"See what you get when you burp at me minutes earlier," Cressida said to her little sister.

"Cressida," her mom reacted in an unamused tone.

"And since you don't say excuse me to me when you're burp on me on purpose," Cressida continued talking to Felicia. "I won't say excuse me to you until you say excuse me to me."

"Oh no," Cressida's mom shook her head once again. "I think you should say 'excuse me' to her right now. Don't tell your little sister to say 'excuse me' to you.

"But mom what she did was rude."

"So are you. You're rude as well. And the reason why she burp at you is because of how stupid you are and she can burp or fart whatever she feels like.

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is the one who should say 'excuse me' and not Felicia.

"Really?" Cressida asked her mom in a pathetic tone.

"Yes really!" Cressida's mom shouted. "Now say 'excuse me' to her!"

"Nope I won't do it," Cressida talk back as she quickly closed her eyes and tried to walk away. "If she didn't 'excuse me' the first time then I won't 'excuse me' the first time. So bye bye."

"Oh no you're not going nowhere," Cressida's mom said as she immediately get up out of her seat and blocked her older daughter from walking out.

"Wait what?!" Cressida said.

"You know what," Cressida's mom then glanced at her watch again.

"You have already lost about fifteen mining of your time but since you burp at your little sister and didn't say excuse me to her YET I'm gonna stand here blocking you, straight up to your face until you finally say 'excuse me' to her meaning I'M gonna waste your time even longer!"

Cressida starts to groan at this.

"Yeah you can groan all you want young lady," Cressida's mom continued while folding her arms once again. "But the longer you won't say 'excuse me' to your little sister, the more time you're going to waste so I suggest you should apologize to her right now!"

Cressida sighs again.

"Yeah keep sighing," Cressida's mom said while nodded. "Like it's gonna help you get unblocked instead of this."

This led to Cressida's dad took a deep breath and finally use some of his words to help this situation out before it gets worse.

"Um...," he said awkwardly after a deep breath.

"Yeah say some super kind words to her so she can finally say 'excuse me' to Felicia," Cressida's mom told him hoping that he will get through to her. "Listen to what your dad says girl," she said to Cressida.

"Um...," he said awkwardly.

"You go ahead my cool calm husband," Cressida's mom said. “Um yes...thank you very much my awesome wife," he responded with a mature and respectful voice.

She nodded.

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"Don't worry you got time," she said. "And the more time your dad is holding up Cressida, the more time he'll waste yours so I blaming on you. If you haven't burp on her, than we wouldn't have this situation at all."

"Cressida can you please be more like a nice young lady and less of a jerkass in this house?" He asked her nicely. "And can you please stop acting like a jerkass? And can you please be nice to your mom and your little sister?"

After glancing at her father's very nervous face, Cressida takes it word for word from him and turns around at Felicia, who smiles at her like she had won something. Cressida then takes a deep breath as she felt she lose this time.

"Oh wow keep sighing Cressida," Cressida's mom said.

"Mom I'm not sighing this time," Cressida said to her before glancing back at Felicia. "Felicia. Excuse me."

"Thank you!" Cressida's mom.

"And I do apologize for burping," Cressida continuing talking at Felicia.

"Apology not accepted," Felicia said as she folded her arms. "Because after this apology you're burp at me again and again and again."

"Alright alright I won't burp at you again."

"You mean ever again."

"Look I don't have any time," Cressida then turns around. "Mom can I just go?" She asked.

Cressida's mom sighed.

"Yes you can go but you only have thirteen minutes left SO YOU BETTER HURRY YOUR FREAKING ASS UP! "I AM!" Cressida shouted as she starts to leave the kitchen.

"DON'T SHOUT AT ME LIKE THAT!" "Well you shouted at me a lot so."

"That's because you're being a dumbass and a lazyass!"

"Mom I'm NOT a dumbass nor a lazyass!" Cressida shouted without looking at her mom.

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"I WILL, YOU LOUDMOUTH MOM!" Cressida shouts as she left.

"UH WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!" Cressida's mom asked as she put her hands on her hips.

But Cressida left the kitchen/dining room.

Minutes later, Cressida was brushing her teeth...only once and yet after she finished, she still had food on her teeth...and a little bit of blood. "Holy fucking shit," she said as she look at her teeth in the mirror. But it doesn't matter because she doesn't have time to completely brush her teeth in a normal pace.

"CRESSIDA ARE YOU READY YET!" Her mom keeps shouting, "Yes mom I'm ready," Cressida said before rinsing her mouth with water.

Then her mom comes in to the bathroom checking for her. When she comes in, she's still surprised that her daughter is actually still on the same outfit when it's a few minutes left to get herself going. "UH YOU DON'T SEEM LIKE YOU'RE READY YET!" Her mom shouts.

"Mom relax I'm almost done," she said before wiping her mouth with a hand towel.

"UH YEAH YOU'LL BE DONE BY THE TIME YOU'LL MISS THE BUS!" "Mom can you just be quiet," Cressida asked as she exit out of the bathroom.

"BE QUIET?! I'M TRYING TO GET YOUR BIG LAZY MUSCLE BUTT MOVING TO GET YOU TO THE BUS ON TIME!" Her mom followed her as Cressida went back into her bedroom.

"Well you don't have to shout," Cressida said before she starts to put on a purple v-neck t-shirt and dark blue jeans.

"I HAVE TO CRESSIDA BECAUSE YOU'RE HAVING A PROBLEM GETTING YOURSELF READY TO BE ON TIME AND LOOK YOU JUST STARTED TO GET DRESSED RIGHT NOW!" Cressida pauses as she got annoyed.

"Mom can you please leave me alone?" She asked.

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that she won't be late for school. Her mom sighed.

"FINE!" her mom shouted. "YOU GO AHEAD AND WHEN YOU MISS THE BUS, DON'T SAY NOTHING ALRIGHT GOOD!" She shouts without a break in the sentence before she walked out.

And after her mom walked out of her bedroom, Cressida breathes a sigh of relief...for now.

Even though she got five minutes left until the bus arrives and her purse isn't even packed yet, she breathes a sigh of relief because she won't be bothered by her mom's yelling when she tries to take her time to get ready. So apparently, her mom wants her to be early. The question is...why? She'll never know and she even won't ask her mom that question either because her mom won't even dared to answer and she would say to her to figure it out on her own.

Anyway with less than four minutes left, Cressida start packing her purse with books, notebooks, nail polish, and makeup. Then she realized something's missing that she want to put into her purse.

"Oh shit my mirror," she said.

She then start wandering around her room trying to find her mirror and, in the process, waste even more time. She searched through her purse, searched around the floor, her draws, on top of her draws. She searched through the bed as well.

"I wonder if my mirror is on the bed," she said.

But nope, her mirror isn't here. She then put her hands on her hips while staring at the bed, wondering that her mirror is still on the bed...somehow.

"Hmm maybe if it's under the bed," she said. So she bent her knees down to the floor and glanced under the bed. It turns out she's right: her mirror is under the bed. The problem is it's far for her to get it. That prompted her an idea that may work for her. "I wonder if something magical happened to my arm when I'm trying to reach my mirror," she said to herself.

So when she start reach her left biceps arm to get her mirror from under the bed, something magical did happen to her arm: her arm suddenly stretched into a long arm until her hand finally reached her mirror; she didn't have to move her body over to reach it, it's just that her arm just turned into a stretchable long arm just like she thought of. Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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As she push her mirror out from underneath, she stretches her arm back to her normal size. She then picked up her mirror as she pull herself up from the floor and place her mirror into her purse. Afterwards, she zipped her purse up and puts it on her muscular right shoulder. She then exit out of her bedroom and the head downstairs.

"Alright I gotta go," she said to her parents and sister Felicia as she walked past by.

"Bye Cressida," her dad said to her.

"Bye Cressida," Felicia said.

But her mom, who is sitting down on a chair, didn't say goodbye to her.

She watched her daughter exiting the house while waiting to see if her daughter will miss the bus. "Well let's see what happens," her mom said quietly to herself in regards to her daughter.

After exiting the house, Cressida steps out of the front yard and walk onto the sidewalk. When she approached the bus stop, she saw one girl standing beside the "bus stop" sign which led to her thinking that she's early.

"Hello," Cressida said to the one girl with a smile. "Are you waiting for the bus?"

The girl glanced over her shoulder. And when she looked at her, the girl was distracted by Cressida's big-ass muscles.

"Um hello," Cressida tried to talk to her.

The girl then shake her head.

"Oh I'm sorry," the girl said. "I was looking at your biceps, abs and all. I wish I could be you someday."

Cressida smiles even more as she heard that the girl wants to be like her.

"What's the question again?" The girl asked.

"Are you waiting for the bus?"

"Oh no I'm waiting for a taxi."

"Taxi?"

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Cressida glanced at where she's pointing at. From her point of view, it was a school bus with a number that she might be familiar with that she's supposed to be on. She place the right side of her left hand on her forehead to get a better vision as possible. It does look like her bus. Shocked, she started running towards the bus. But then the bus takes a turn to the right.

She stopped running as she didn't know where the bus has taken to.

"Holy fuck," she said as she's horrified that she actually didn't make it to the bus on time and she thought the bus would come at exact time she was supposed to be at or even later than that because it's the first day of high school and she suggested that bus drivers have trouble navigating to bus stops on the first day.

Or so she thought. She couldn't believe that her bus would actually come earlier than the time she assumed. "Oh my god what am I gonna do?"

She asked herself while scratching her head worrying that her mom won't take her to school after she missed the bus because riding the bus is her priority not riding in a car with her mom. Even though she has been annoyed by her mom because of her mom's shouting, Cressida would try talking her into taking her to school instead. She will try.

About less than a minute later, Cressida went back home.

"Hey sister what happened?" Felicia asked sarcastically. "Did you miss the bus?" She said like a teasing kid.

Cressida got hurt by the way her sister asked that question given that her sister knew the answer just know.

"I HOPE SHE SURLY DID!" Cressida's mom shouts.

Cressida glanced at her mom for some help. But her mom refused.

"Nope," her mom said as she got up from her seat. "I'm not taking you to school!"

Just what Cressida thought of. "Look c'mon," she said to her mom as she looked desperate.

"NO NO NO!" Her mom shouts again. "I ALREADY TRIED TO GET YOU READY BUT NO YOU JUST WASTING YOUR TIME-" "I wasn't wasting my time mom!" Cressida interrupted.

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TO BE READY ON TIME?!"

"Well uh...," Cressida stumbles. "Uh..." she then scratches her head once again.

"CAN'T REMEMBER WOW OKAY! LET'S SEE WHAT YOU DID WHILE YOU'RE WASTING YOUR TIME! UM YOU OVERSLEPT THAT'S NUMBER ONE! NUMBER TWO YOU BURP AT YOUR SISTER AND SPEND WASTING YOUR TIME NOT SAYING EXCUSE ME TO HER WHEN YOU'RE THE ONE WHO SHOULD BE APOLOGIZING RIGHT!" "Oh yeah," Felicia said while nodding at Cressida.

"AND WHAT ELSE DID YOU DID AFTER I HAVE BEEN ASKED TO LEAVE YOUR ROOM?!"

"I don't know maybe she's spending time looking for something that is not important," Felicia said.

Cressida sighs. "Mom okay I get it," she said to her mom.

"YOU DON'T GET IT! MOST OF THE TIME YOU CAN'T A REMEMBER A THING!” Her mom shouts. “Other than school-related! YOU REMEMBER A THING THAT IS SCHOOL-SUBJECT-RELATED BUT YOU CAN'T REMEMBER A THING ABOUT-" "Mom can you just please take me to school?"

"WHY?! YOU HAVE ALL THIS TIME GETTING READY AND NOW YOU MISSED THE BUS AND NOW YOU ASKING ME TO DROP ME OFF?!"

Cressida nervously nodded.

Then her dad showed back up.

"Hey you're back that quick," he said calmly. "What happened?" He then glanced at his wife, who is the same as Cressida's mom.

"Well she missed the bus and she's asking me to drop me off but I'm like no no no," his wife told him.

Cressida's dad took a deep breath so he can change his wife's mind about dropping their daughter to school. "Look I know you're mad at her," he said to his wife. "But let's face it and here's the thing, I don't think you're having a good time with our daughter as much as you're having a good time with me."

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bit."

"What are you saying sir?" She asked as she put her right hand on her right hip.

"I'm suggesting that you should take her to school because...I don't want her to be late...and you don't like it either. What? You gonna punish her for not going to school at all and make that responsibility. I mean remember when you complained about missing the bus and got marked absent even though you arrived late. I just don't want to happen to her."

Cressida's mom took a big sigh as she glanced back at her daughter while Cressida gave her a nervously desperate look on her face. Cressida's mom sighs once again before glancing back at her husband.

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Chapter 5 It's Monday morning in the Northwest neighborhood of Washington DC and I'm sleeping in my underwear and without a shirt on at my bedroom of an house located at Strawberry Street. Suddenly my alarm beside me went off. Afterwards, my eyes are started to wake up. I then sat up as I yawn and stretched my arms. The pop-up sound meant I did set my alarm. But as I glanced at the alarm clock, it turns out that I set the alarm clock wrong - I suppose to set the clock at about seven; instead I set it at an half-hour later (maybe I was tired last night so much that I couldn't see myself setting it up), which meant that I must been overslept. Yep, I overslept. Oh wow, what a shock! So much so that I immediately jumped out of my bed. So now I have to quickly get up and start hurrying fast because of this now that I only have like thirty minutes. And because of this so much time, I didn't have the time to eat breakfast. One question that I have to ask is why didn't my mom wake me up when I started to oversleep past my supposed alarm time? Oh never mind I don't want to bother my mom; I guess my mom forgot it's the first day of high school. I'll wake her up later. But now I have to only start getting dressed and brush my teeth. Getting dressed in a matter of time is kinda difficult because I can't figure it out which clothes or pants to wear for the first day.

For example, I don't know whether I could wear the blue Northeast DC t-shirt or the red Downtown DC t-shirt for the first day.

Anyway back to what I'm trying to wear, after thinking about which colors of my t-shirts and jeans to wear, I decided to choose my blue Northeast DC shirt and my pink skinny jeans for that day. So I put on the clothes in less than thirty seconds. After that, I went over to the bathroom, take out my red toothbrush, put some toothpaste on it and start brushing my teeth.

After I brush my teeth, I put my toothbrush down on the edge of the bathroom sink and start glancing at myself in the mirror. As I glance at myself, I strike poses like a model: like putting my hands on my hips up front with a slight smirk on my face for a few seconds and turning completely around Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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while glancing over my right shoulder to glance at my big butt that I'm proud of. I touched the center of it with my hand before taking my toothbrush and walked off the bathroom.

With only fifteen minutes to go - actually about twenty-two minutes left but still - I quickly head downstairs and walked into the kitchen. My mom is still isn't up yet and I haven't woken her up; I don't even know if I'm allowed to wake her up. I'll wake her up later. Right now I need to make my own lunch fast before I'll start finding a breakfast snack.

So I grab my lunch bag out of the bottom kitchen draw - there's a short torn paper in front of the draw that said "LUNCH BOX" in all capital letters and put it on the top of the dining table, which is the center of the kitchen.

Less than a minute later after that I start making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches as quickly as possible, four slices of each, in addition to a small can of beans and a slice of hot dog bread to go with it as well as a small bottle of orange juice to add the finishing touches to my lunch bag.

After I packed my lunch bag, I looked in the kitchen pantry to see if there's any breakfast bars on here. My mom buys breakfast bars for extra food. But I'll usually eat them after breakfast. This case I have to eat it now because I believe that a breakfast bar would help me fuel me up, even though I do have the option to eat breakfast in the school cafeteria...even if it means in a hurry before classroom starts...or homeroom starts; I actually have to get into the homeroom first before I can get into my first classroom.

It's only about less than nine minutes left after I eat two big-ass bites of my breakfast bar - that is according to my fancy dark pink-colored watch - and now that I'm ready to go to school, I'm still wondering whether or not should I wake my mom up. Well she said last night that 'You'll what you need to do, you'll be fine' and said to don't worry about her because she'll be fine making her stuff - cooking her breakfast and all - all on her own and that, again, she'll be fine. Though she also said that same last night that if there's really something that she could use her help with, wake her ass up in bed.

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maybe? Okay I was bit excited and a bit uncomfortable. But at least my mom didn't curse at me. At least I hope not.

I think I should head out instead of waking her up to let me know that I'm out; she probably don't want to say goodbye because she's too...um...tired or falling asleep.

So I grab my backpack which I packed last Friday afternoon three days ahead of this day and starts exiting the house. Once I exit out of the house, I started walking at the sidewalk to my right to head over to the one-way walk to the bus stop....only to find out the school bus grab the last student on the vehicle before the driver starts driving off. I stopped walking as I'm shocked.

As the driver drove past by me, I quickly started to run as fast as I can to catch up to the bus.

"Hey wait up," I shouted. "Don't leave me here!"

But it's too late. It's unclear whether the boy driver ignored me or he just simply unaware that I was the only teenager left behind begging to get on the bus. After all, the bus driver's window is opened. (It's been clear the bus driver is wearing his earphones and maybe the teens are too excited to go to high school they're unaware that I was running towards the bus.)

When the school bus left me alone, I felt stunned and horrified.

Stunned that the bus would be early than the supposedly usual time and horrified that since I missed the bus, I don't know where to go to school now.

Even at all.

"Don't worry man it'll be all right," I was talking to myself while trying to calm myself. "Just take a deep breath." And I did. I did take a deep breath.

Yes I freaked out of course, but I quickly found a way to go to the first day of high school on time. Get my mom to drop me off to school. Which means that I could finally wake my mom up because, like I said, I can wake her ass up when I need her help for something...and I really do need her help right now.

So I rushed my big-rounded super sexy butt back into my house and head back upstairs. When I went toward my mom's door, I didn't immediately open it; instead I quietly knock on the door. When she didn't respond, I have absolutely no choice but to open the door. As I entered her bedroom, I saw my mom still sleeping. And still snoring. But she wasn't Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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under the cover at least right now. My mom is wearing what it seems to be a sports bra and a pair of blue pansies to bed. I quietly walked toward her as close as possible.

"Mom," I said it quietly in order to wake her up gently. "Mom." She's still not responding to me.

I then gently touched her left arm, even though I'm not supposed to touch her or any other female without their consent but even that my mom still told me to wake my ass up, even if it means touching her. When I touched her, she starts to wake up: her eyes begin to open slowly as she start stretching her left arm and both of her legs. As she stretches, she FARTS! "FFAAARRRRRTTT!" Yep, she emits A VERY POWERFUL FART! A FART WITH SUCH FORCE, IT MANAGED TO BLOW WIND OUT OF HER BUTT! "Damn mom you farted," I said as I was able to fan my nose with my right hand in order to fan off the farting smell from coming through my nose.

After she stretched and farted, she gets up and slowly sat down on the bed. "Good morning is there something wrong?" She asked without looking while rubbing her neck with her right arm.

"I missed the bus," I said as I stopped fanning my nose.

She then stopped and glanced at me. "You what?" She asked.

"I missed the bus...just now."

"What bus?" She asked.

I sighed as she forgot that it's the first day of high school. "The school bus," I said.

"Huh?" She said as she move her eyes left away from me in confusion.

But then she quickly come to this realization. "Oh yeah right," she said as she glanced back at me with a nod. "It's the first day of school."

"And I just missed the school bus," I said it again once more to help her understand what's going on.

"Right," she then move her face slightly down to her left again as she becomes frustrated that she would take her lazy butt to do something productive. Not just dropping me off or picking me up, but also making her bed; from what I seen, her bedroom is a mess. And it still is. Her office desk that is a few blocks apart from her bed is a mess. Her bed cover is a piled-up mess. Not to mention, her clothes were on the carpet in-between her bed Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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and her desk. Like as if she's too lazy to pick up her clothes neatly where they belong. And oh yeah, she doesn't like to go to work; she wants money...to pay everything where we lived but she also knows that in order to get money she has to work. So she has to get her lazy behind to work. And I don't want to curse at her at all, especially in front of her out loud. I just want her to get out of her laziness and burst her ass.

"C'mon we only have a few minutes," I said as I quickly starts panic when my mom seems to waste more of my time to get there.

"I know I know," she said while putting her right hand up as she took a deep breath before glancing back at me. "Just follow me," she said as she get up from her bed and walked out of her room...barefooted. I followed her to see what she's taking me to. We head downstairs and head down to the garage. She then touched the green button that is on the right edge side of the garage door, which triggers the door to be open all the way fully high enough. Inside the garage door, we have my mom's car - a blue Mazda Accord - and my mom's big-ass awesome-looking motorcycle, which is a red Strawberry XP; it even has the same height as her car.

My mom glanced at me. "C'mon let's ride in the motorcycle together," she said with a serious attitude before she walks in.

And I'm so psyched about riding the Strawberry XP...with my mom of course. Because I never ride in a motorcycle before and I'm probably too young to ride. Fortunately, my mom would let me hop into the XP as I'm going be late for the first day and I get to hang on to her while she drives the motorcycle to school. And this is also another reason why I'm so excited: riding the XP, which is much faster than most motorcycles, would get me to school on time; the school bus that I ride drives safely slow and gets to two different school bus routes to fill up the rest of the bus before it gets to school. The school bus would reached to school about approximately thirtyfive minutes. The Strawberry XP would get me and my mom about fifteen minutes; the school is actually not that far from my house. And that would be a sigh of relief.

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vehicle - in her underwear bra and pansy and also barefooted. I'm asking myself 'is she gonna ride the motorcycle in her underwear? Is she insane?'

"Mom are you going to put on your clothes?" I asked her.

"I don't care I'm too lazy to put on my clothes," she said while glancing over her left shoulder. "I'm fine wearing underwear. For now." She then turn back around to look upfront. "You worry about you stuff while I worry about mine."

And I thought to myself, 'Okay she's riding her motorcycle in her underwear, okay.' Well at least on the bright side, I have about forty-five minutes left till high school starts so let's get the ride going.

"Alright now," she continued. "Hold on to my muscular abdomen, we're off to a bumpy ride."

I hold on to her stomach with both hands. And indeed, her stomach - or her abdomen, whatever in the world she calls it - was muscular. Really, REALLY MUSCULAR! In fact her whole body is REALLY BUFF! She got her big biceps, her big triceps, her big pecs (that goes slightly around her breasts), her sixpack abs (yep that's her abdomen), and pretty much her strong muscle legs.

So having a buff mother? Hell, yeah!

"On the count of three," she continues. "One, two, three."

And we're off.

The Strawberry XP motorcycle starts its engine and we head off. Like most motorcycle drivers, my mom drives past normal cars while driving it very carefully. The Strawberry XP was so fast (well not really), I hold on to my mom's greatest abs very hard in order for me to keep my balance at my seat and not fall off. At least she still obey the rules of the road: she stopped near an intersection as the traffic light turns red.

She then continued driving as she cross the intersection faster than a couple of cars that she was in-between. "We're almost there man," she said to me. Minutes later, we had arrived at the Washington Montgomery High School. "Here we are," she said.

"Well thank you very much mom," I said as I get both of my hands off of her muscular "abdomen" and get up out of the motorcycle seat and stepped a block to my right. "And...," I then start glancing at her. "Thanks for letting me ride in your Strawberry XP." Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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"Oh no problem," my mom said, with her head shake and her right hand briefly up, like a dude. More like a bad boy. "I've been wanted to give you a ride of this bike for about a few years and now you're old enough I'd given you a chance."

"Yeah," I nodded. "You now just gave me a motorcycle ride just because I missed the bus. You won't even let me ride on it at other times until now. Even when I ask your permission." I sounded like I'm whining.

"Yeah yeah yeah," she said. "Because, like I just said, you too young to ride when I brought it."

"Yeah I know."

As several students walked past us, they started to notice my mom in an outfit that would have been appropriate for bedtime.

"Is that a teacher riding a motorcycle?" A male student asked.

"In her underwear?" A female student asked.

"Um why are you wearing to school in her underwear?" Another female student asked.

"Girl it's not your business," my mom said as she starts the engine said.

"Anyway man I gotta go back home and go to work. Even though I'm a lazyass, I have to dress like a professional woman and not a lazy ass woman.

So I'll be back at home by five. But be careful because there's intruders around and don't get yourself caught into an intruder's trap; just an advice that I'm giving you," she said politely with much understanding.

"You're not gonna wear your underwear to work are you?" I asked.

She then sighed.

"Is that underwear lady your mom?" Another male student asked me.

"Yeah," I nodded at him.

"Well why your mom is wearing only her underwear to school?"

That question got her annoyed that she just wanna drive her motorcycle away from school. "You know what I gotta go," she said as she starts to leave. "I'll see you later," she said to me without looking before she drives off.

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walk away from them.

"Y'all need to stop looking at what other people are wearing and that..." the male student paused while he was glancing at another direction as my big beautiful butt caught his attention. "Oh my god," he said while opening his mouth. "That's a nice big butt you have, young man!"

I didn't listen to what the boy just said until I heard that 'nice big butt' comment. And when I heard that comment, I stopped, realizing that he's checking out my butt.

"Yeah," the second male student said. "It's gorgeous!"

"I can have a big butt like yours," a third male student said as he just joins that group.

I didn't immediately turn around but...those comments. They made me happy that a couple of boys would appreciate my butt. So much that I glanced over my right shoulder and smiled back at them. "Why thank you guys," I said.

"Can I take a picture of the both of us together?" The first male student asked.

Alright, I'm a bit uncomfortable when kids wanna take a picture of me but I'm only more uncomfortable when people are actually stalking at me. I would only be okay if there's a bunch or some group of good kids who are very nice and generously taking pictures of me and make a very positive comment about it. And not in a very negative light.

I turned around. “You guys are asking me if you can take a picture of me and you guys,� I said.

"Yeah," he said as he walked toward me while pulling out his smartphone out of his short pants pocket. "I'll take a picture in a selfie it's that work for you?"

"Um...sure," I said with a smile.

He then holds his smartphone on his left hand as he turned around and walked beside me. We can see both of us in selfie mode of the camera app as he's about to take a picture. I stand beside him with a smile on my face.

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where students are drop off and we don't want the crowd to be congested.

Or crowded. So the group and I gotta go. It was nice for me to have positive complements from these small bunch of students.

I probably think that the student photo-taking is just a small event and would end it there. But when I walked into the school entrance, everyone around me - whether if they're front of me, beside me or behind me immediately stopped as they turn their gazing eyes at me. Yes, the entire school - the students and...even the teachers and staff members out there turns their entire attention on me and my butt, given the size of it. But there's also a reason why: I can probably tell that everyone looking at my man boobs through my tight t-shirt. The fact that everyone looking at my moobs and my butt seems like the weirdest thing to me. I don't know why everyone is gawking at this. And as a result, I'm the center of everyone's attention because of this. Because I'm a teenage boy with a girl's body...except that I have a penis, not a vagina. And I also have hairy things on my chest, stomach, arms, hands, and legs. The entire school-body was shocked in awe. The majority of their mouths dropped with no words to speak...at least for over a minute.

"Oh my gosh," a tall boy reacted as I passed him.

"Damn that's some gorgeous man boobs," one fat guy to my right said.

“I wonder if he could kiss them and lick them.”

"I wonder if he could handle having his big-ass man boobs so he could marry them instead of a girl," said one guy who's beside that fat guy, who make some of them laughed. That guy has a crew cut hair so I call him the crew cut guy.

That comment made me stopped with a little anger on my face as I couldn't handle that comment. It made me wanna turn slightly around and talkback to him.

“You know maybe if you have your man boobs you can date with them yourself instead of dating a girl,” I shouted back to the crew cut guy.

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And it's another comment from them that I would like to punch them out. I even clutched both of my fists, ready for a fight. But instead I relaxed myself...just like those two told me to. I kept my cool. I quickly realized that punching both of them is not really the answer to those problems. Beating those two idiots will make me a loser. And I have a feeling that those guys are setting me up to do; they would have escaped detention and not me but trust me, I'm not going to detention. They are. I certainly wish.

"What?" The fat guy asked.

"Are you gonna punch us?" The crew cut guy said.

"No," I said with my eyes slightly rolled at them. "But I also wonder if you marry a super powerful girl with a flat chest who'll kick your ass to death.”

“Oh no I'm not gonna marry a girl who kick my ass.”

“Then stop mocking me or I'll punch you guys in the face "I see you getting ready to," the fat guy said to me.

"Well what are you guys gonna do?" I put my hands on my hips. "Do what I almost gonna do? Punch me in the face. Because like I said, I'll punch you guys right back.”

Then I suddenly a flash. A camera flash. I immediately turned slightly around to see a girl - probably an African-American - trying to put it away her...what it appears to be a digital camera. I caught her the minute she put it away into her right jeans pocket and immediately folded her hands from behind her back while glancing left and right, acting like she didn't do it. She didn't smile; a bit worried. A bit worried that she would eventually be caught.

I don't want to be a bad macho dude with big-ass knuckle punches. I really don't. Not at all. But if I really were, I would give a flying shit to make a physical response to it...if it's a guy. And I would still lose because that would also make me a loser as well. But instead in this case it's a girl so I make that exception. I don't want to get into a 'no you didn't, yes you did,' argument; it's too immature and again, even from there, I would still lose because it'll put me against a girl - or any girl - into this fight and she would win because unfortunately the society works that way. So I wouldn't go there.

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"Ohhh, you got a girl trying take a picture of you," the fat guy said while chuckled.

"Guess you gonna fall in love with her," the crew cut guy said before laughing.

Now usually in this situation, the guys would embarrass me and so is the girl, who wanted to take it up a notch and made worse and usually feels proud of it with a little smile on her face toward me.

But none of them actually happened. Besides the laughter from across the hallway, I wasn't expecting this situation to unfold: while walking past me as I'm stepping a few blocks back, that same girl - who had just taken a digital photo of my butt and failed to make me go unnoticed by it - runs toward the guys; To my surprise, using her right fist, she PUNCHES the crew cut guy in the face with a FORCE SO STRONG, he got knocked into a hole in the wall he and the fat guy were standing behind. He then fell into that rubble of damaged bricks.

Everyone - including myself - were surprised by this. I couldn't believe that the girl would...I lost my words. I thought she would make an attempt to fall in love with me...at first. But after she punches the crew cut guy, I wondered 'Is she part of the trio.... or maybe not?'

Then she turns to the fat guy, who's suddenly gone scared after what she did to his "obnoxious" friend.

"Holy shit," the fat guy nervously said while glancing at her.

"Yeah holy shit is right, fatass," the girl said while placing her hands on her hips.

"You're a fat ass too you know."

"Oh yeah well this fatass right here is gonna kick your fat ass!" She then kick him in the genitals...I mean the private parts - well the genitals is the same thing as the private parts; I just wanted my sentence to be appropriate as possible.

She KICKS him in the private parts so HARD that he was sent flying slightly backwards, crashing into the exit doors on his butt and fell on his back.

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After seeing all of this, my question that just pop up out of my head is 'Is she actually defending me?'

Seconds later just before I was about to speak to her, an old lady staff member who stepped out of the right line of people walked across the hall and towards me and the girl. Her name is Mrs. Robinson.

"Excuse me we need to talk in my office immediately," Mrs. Robinson told the girl while she place both of her hands on her.

"But these guys tease him," the girl defended while pointed fingers at the fat guy and the crew cut guy and me.

"It doesn't matter the fact is you punch two students. Not only that you also destroy some of our school property! Now come with me." Mrs. Robinson about face and starts walking. "Everyone else, students and staff get moving here!"

The girl then glanced at me one more time. "I love your butt," she told me. And that was the first words she said to me. "I think your butt looks sexy and beautiful." And that's the reason why she took a picture of my butt with her digital camera. I wondered maybe if she could have known that her camera is on flash mode, she would have turn it off. But even that, those people around her - or in-between her I should say - would still know what she just did and even then they would talk about it and/or report it to the office.

"Now mam!" Mrs. Robinson already stopped walking and glanced at her while slightly turned her body around. "Stop checking out this boy's behind! We don't have time for games," she then turns around and walks again. "Especially since the first day of school."

The girl then followed her. And man, I wish I should have known what's her name is before she's being escorted out of the hallway and into the main office.

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Chapter 6 Minutes later after she misses the bus, Cressida was on a Mazda Purple vehicle with her mom behind the wheel.

Cressida glanced at her mom, who don't want to look at her back either because it's distracting to her mom from paying attention to the road while driving...or is she simply doesn't want to look at her daughter.

Cressida took another sigh. "Look mom I'm sorry," she said. "I know you're mad about this. But...," she stumbled.

"But what?" Cressida's mom asked in a normal volume. "You already miss the bus and asked me to take you to school so," she said while shrugging her shoulders.

"Um...are you mad?" Cressida asked as she's been awkward with her mom, who has been angry.

"Uh yeah I'm mad!" Her mom shout in a furious attitude. "I supposed to be relaxing in the morning with nothing to do right now but you had to waste your time while I was trying to burst your big lazy butt faster-" "Look mom I said I'm sorry."

"No," her mom shook her head. "SORRY isn't enough. Okay. I have already told you enough times to get you and your big butt ready because you don't often manage to get yourself ready at all times!"

"I am," Cressida said as she got shocked at what her mom just said about her getting-ready habits as she thought she always been ready for something. But her mom doesn't think so.

"No you don't! When I told you to get ready, you always slacking yourself and doing some things that you always think it's important to you.

Young lady, did you know that all of this could waste your time?!"

"Um...," Cressida stumbles again. "What did you mean?" She asked.

Her mom sighed.

"What are you talking about?" Cressida asked as she's confused with her mom.

"Oh don't ask me a question! You know what I'm talking about."

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"Well you have to figure it out yourself because you know the answer and I'm not telling it to you."

Cressida sighs once again. "Okay mom I get it," she said. "When I was packing my things, I was more focused on more important things and sometimes there are things where I have to make idiotic decisions to just deal with it."

"Like you overslept once and you only wear your pajamas same way to school and didn't give a crap about it!� Her mom shouted.

"Yeah that's an idiotic decision I made because I didn't set the clock probably and I didn't have time to get dressed."

"Or even brush your teeth! Your breath smelled SHIT and ASS! Seriously girl, what the fuck did you eat?! The previous night before?!"

Cressida took a breath. "I was hungry that night and I couldn't sleep," Cressida said.

"Why?! Why are you hungry and not sleep that night?!"

"Because...um...," Cressida stumbles once again as she try to remember what happened that night. "Because I don't know. Maybe my belly starting rumbling when I went to bed and kept rumbling about an halfhour until I realized I was still hungry. Guess I shouldn't eat that whopper cheeseburger.

"Yeah that whopper cheeseburger gives you the power to make you even more hungry and make your stinky-ass breath smell like stinky-ass! Just don't go to Washington Fast-Food okay!"

Cressida closes her eyes briefly before sighs again. "Yes mom," she said pathetically.

"That way you won't be as more hungry as you usually are, that way you could sleep as usual as possible, and that way you would give a crap about getting dressed that day and wouldn't walk to school in your pajamas!"

Cressida sighs once again. "Yes mom," she said. "I should've eaten that cheeseburger. Maybe I should've read the nutrition information before I even take a bite."

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oversleeping and start setting an alarm properly. Maybe your alarm clock is dead."

"No," Cressida shook her head. "I think it needs some new batteries."

"You think so?!" Her mom finally glanced at her while raising her eyebrows. She was shocked about her daughter believed that her alarm clock needs new batteries. "Because I haven't heard not one alarm sound in the mornings since days after spring break. If you said your alarm clock need new batteries, then why the fuck didn't you have the time and/or the will power (being productive) to get off of your big lazy butt and buy the new batteries huh?"

"Uh...well...," Cressida nervously chuckle.

"Or you just didn't bother to pull your alarm clock up and check to see if there's actually batteries inside?" Her mom then glanced back at the road.

"Because I can tell that you're the most lazy-ass girl in here and you didn't even give a crap about what you supposed to be doing at home...besides homework and studying and all..."

"I do give a crap."

"No you don't!"

Cressida sighs once again.

"Okay I will check to see if my alarm clock has batteries."

"You BETTER!" "And if they do I'll buy them, and if they don't, I'll buy a new alarm clock. And that way I won't be oversleeping again."

"But what happens if you overslept once again Cressida...even if you got new batteries or a new alarm clock?! Maybe you should start sleeping early than your normal time!"

"Listen I know you telling me these rules to me so I can be more prepared but can you just-" "No I won't lower my voice down because lowering my voice down won't get you energized and will make you slack even more and make me even a terrible parent so I have to raise my voice to keep you in focus and out of trouble. YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!"

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any batteries at all, stop oversleeping, go to bed early if you still oversleep, be ready like I told you to, not spending time telling your sister what to do or talkback to her, and also don't make any more idiotic decisions."

"I understand. I will try."

Minutes later, they arrived at Northern Watermelon High School - the same school that I'm attending as well - and they parked paralleled beside the school entrance to their right.

"Well here we are," Cressida's mom said as she and her daughter unbuckled their seatbelts.

"Well at least we are on time," Cressida said as she about to open her right car door.

"We?!" Her mom said in a questionable tone as she glanced at her for the second time. "We are on time?!"

Cressida glanced at her mom with a stumbled look. "Uh...," she nervously chuckled.

"It's you who's the one who should be on time! Now don't drag my big fat ugly ass into dropping you off to school again...you hear me?!"

Cressida took a beat for a second. "Yes," she nodded before she fully open the car door. As Cressida gets up, her mom quickly notice something her daughter sat on the whole time in the car.

"Hey you better wipe the dirty-ass jelly off of your big lazy butt!" Her mom shouted.

Cressida stopped as she got caught off guard by what her mom just said. "Wait is there something that I sat down?" Cressida asked herself as she started to look almost everywhere around herself.

Then a bunch of girls who just walked past her immediately bursting out laughing when they look at her big behind. It was not really her big behind they're laughing at, it was something that was on her behind they were laughing at.

But Cressida didn't understand it. She looks confused at those girls as she didn't understand what they're laughing at. She then glanced over her shoulder at her mom who exchanges a serious look on her face.

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head while shrugging her shoulders like she's still confused.

Her mom rolls her head realizing her daughter didn't hear the words that just came out of her mouth. "YOU GOT DIRTY-ASS JELLY ON YOUR BIG LAZY BUTT!" Her mom shouted.

Cressida, still glancing over her shoulder, looks down at her butt. She know now why. As she can see jelly that was squashed on her behind when she sat down, she went humiliated. "My god fuck me," Cressida said to herself.

"Go clean the jelly off of your butt in the bathroom!" Her mom still shouting. "Okay?!"

Cressida took a beat for a few seconds as she glanced back at her mom.

"Okay?!" Her mom repeated that word to her.

"Yes mom," Cressida said in a humiliated tone.

"Now I gotta go see you later!" Her mom starts the car engine. "And close your car door young lady!"

"Oh yeah right," Cressida forgot about the right car door she left it open. She completely turned around and closed the car door. She then sighed. "See you later then?" She asked with an awkward smile, hoping her mom to smile back.

But her mom didn't smile back and instead look away and drive their vehicle away from her.

Cressida then looks up as she makes a big sigh.

About a minute later, Cressida went into the school building and went into the women's bathroom.

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When she went into the women's bathroom to wipe the jelly off of the bottom side of her jeans, she started to feel some gas that was growing inside her muscular abdomen. She then walked past in-between the sinks on her left and the toilets on her right and approached towards the wall. As she about to unlock her belt and take off her pants, her gas keeps building up Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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and is about to come out of her behind.

At the same time, she heard an unexpected flush and it turned out that there's a girl emerged from the second toilet room and walked straight towards the second sink to wash her hands. Knowing that a girl is behind her, Cressida starts doing everything she can to hold her gas from releasing it towards that girl as much as possible....for only a few seconds. But she can't.

She couldn't hold it much longer. When she bent down and stick her butt out as she starts taking her pants off, she immediately RIPPED ASS! That's right...she accidentally rip a SUPER FART that send the girl flying from the sink and landed towards the other wall on her left side of her body and her left arm.

Cressida quickly raised her eyebrows afterwards and glanced over her right shoulder at the girl, who slowly picked herself up from the rubble.

Cressida went nervously shocked as she turned completely around and walked toward the average girl while revealing her underwear open.

"Um I'm sorry...that...I kinda...," Cressida awkwardly trying to apologize to the girl.

But the girl isn't having any of it. "Pass gas at me," the girl said while being furious at Cressida. "Was that on purpose?"

"Uh...no...I didn't mean to," Cressida nervously shook her head.

"Yeah apparently it looks like you're lying and now I'm gonna fart back at you." The average girl turn her back at Cressida, sticking her butt out towards her and rip a SUPER FARR of her own sending Cressida flying and landed back towards her wall on her back, this time damaging a few pieces and creating a little bit of dust around her in the process.

"That's what you get for farting at me," the average girl said before she exit out of the bathroom.

After that fart exchange with the girl, Cressida pulled herself up from the ground, pull several paper towels and finally wiped the jelly with a bunch of paper towels before she puts back her jeans on walked out of the bathroom.

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Chapter 7 The homeroom list has three columns, actually four, all of them split into twenty groups: the first is the list of the first three letters of students' last names that paired with another first three letters of their last names all of them in alphabetical order; the second is the list of homeroom teachers that assigned to; the third list is what grade we all in; and the forth is the list of room numbers and locations. You wanna know which homeroom teacher and room number do I assign? I have Ms. Georgia in Room B105, which I'm probably guessing that's the second floor.

While I was trying to find the location of my homeroom is, the ponytail girl who dress in a light purple v-neck t-shirt and blue skinny jeans that are not as tight as mine and she has long curly hair; that I wasn't aware of - just for a few minutes - walked across the hallway intersection that I'm standing behind. And as she walked across as glanced to her right, she suddenly got distracted by taking a glimpse of, once again, my big beautiful butt as she's attracted to it (and I guess my big butt attracted everyone else as well).

"Um hey," said a male student walked by.

I glanced at him who's beside me at my right.

"Your shoelaces untied,� he said.

I glanced down at my shoes and yeah my shoelaces is indeed untied.

"Oh thanks," I said to him as we both smiled at each other.

"Just tie your shoelaces before you start walking again," the guy then started to leave.

I then started to tie my shoelaces, but doing so would meant bending down on my shoes while sticking my butt up in the air in the process.

This - my butt positioning up in the air - would even caught her more attention so much that she stopped and walked a few steps backwards to the center of the intersection. Within seconds, her mouth started to drop as she's shocked in awe. After less than thirty seconds, she continued walking.

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"Excuse me watch where you're going," Mrs. Williams told her.

"Sorry," The ponytail girl said in an awkward tone. "I got distracted-" "By a boy's big backside," Mrs. Williams shouted while nodded. "I can see that you love hot boys with big butts; they could really be a distraction to you and other girls."

"Look it's not a distraction," the ponytail girl said.

"Yes it is. Boys' big butts are a distraction."

The ponytail girl sighed.

"Listen, you better not get distracted when you walk in this building in the near future,� Mrs. Williams said.

"Look I didn't know you gonna...bump me," the ponytail girl struggling to find words as she try to make sense of what just happened. "I wasn't even paying attention."

"You weren't even paying attention," Mrs. Robinson said.

After I finished tying my shoes, I bent up and glanced over my left shoulder to see the ponytail girl and Mrs. Robinson in an understanding talk; I'm still unaware that the ponytail girl took a look of my butt but given from what I just heard from that conversation, I'm pretty believe the ponytail girl who I don't know whether she's freshman or not - did checked out my derrière. But I wouldn't go and butt in into her business and try to prove Mrs. Robinson's point; I'm not gonna have a silly war with the ponytail girl and go into the 'no you didn't, yes you did' stuff. I'm a guy who is more respectful to women and less playful and immature to them and sure every male should respect females, we all understand that. That said, after less than twenty seconds of glancing, I move my face back upfront and start walking off into another hall.

Then another female staff member - a Hispanic teacher - walked out of a classroom that is almost a few blocks from the two ladies. That Hispanic woman's name is Mrs. Sanchez. She focuses her attention to the ponytail girl and Mrs. Robinson and knowing what has exactly happened - she was glancing through the window while she's printing pages from the copier machine - she decides to join into the conversation to prove a point. "Hey," she shouted.

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approached them.

"What's going on?" Mrs. Sanchez asked.

"This girl here got distracted by a guy's backside," Mrs. Robinson said.

"Well you got distracted by that same boy backside as hers," Mrs. Sanchez said as she place both hands on her hips.

"Oh really?" Mrs. Robinson reacts with shock.

Mrs. Sanchez nodded.

"In what ground?"

"I was standing near the printer inside this office," Mrs. Sanchez pointed to that office that is behind her. "And I saw both of you stopped walking, stepping a block further away from each other looking at a boy's behind.

Mrs. Robinson kiss her teeth. "C'mon Mrs. Sanchez you know that I was checking everyone," she said.

"Checking everyone? Don't get me started, I can watch everything that's happening through the halls of this school. And you got distracted the same way as hers."

"Uh no-," Mrs. Robinson tried to debunk. But she kiss her teeth once again as she had enough since there's a few minutes left before homeroom and there's a little time to argue.

"See this woman is agree with me," the ponytail girl told Mrs. Robinson while pointing her left finger at Mrs. Sanchez.

Mrs. Sanchez sighed. "You knows what I don't wanna argue with this I gotta go," she said as she starts to walk past them. "You must be in your homeroom right now young lady instead of looking at other people's ass," she told the ponytail girl while slightly turning around at her before she kept walking. "There's not much time left."

I'm now into the second floor where my homeroom teacher is, but I still know where exactly to find her. She's in room B105, but I kept looking around the second floor and I can't find it. If you wondering where I am right now, I'm standing in-between room B101 and B122 - that's the only room numbers that I see in this hallway as much of the rest of the numbers went missing - and there were only about six classrooms in the B Hall. And I'm Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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looking at the school map that I'm holding with both of my hands. While the school map has all of the room numbers, they're all over the place - I can't see the room number clearly because the numbers are jumping (or squishing or crunching) with each other - with so much line-pointed that is so confusing aren't clear enough - the lines are a conjunction mess - I can't figure out which room exactly points to the correct location and since the school has two floors, there's actually two maps a few inches apart from each other in one single map piece of the pamphlet. And both of them are bit smaller. And there's no time to find a copy of a larger map of this building, if there's any of them.

"Hey," a female voice heard over me.

Suddenly, someone approached me; I can literally see a shadow coming looming over the pamphlet. I glanced over my right shoulder to find out who it is: it's the long curly girl, another African-American girl who wears a red v-neck and blue jeans. From my point of view, the long curly girl has AWESOME BICEPS and TRICEPS, HARD-ROCK SIX-PACK ABS that I can see through her shirt, MUSCULAR CHEST with MUSCLE BREASTS, BROAD SHOULDERS, STRONG MUSCLE LEGS, and a NICE ATHLETIC BUTT! DAMN, SHE HAS AN AWESOME BODY! SHE'S A BIT TALLER THAN I AM! THEREFORE, SHE COULD PROTECT MY BIG BEAUTIFUL BUTT! SHE COULD BE MY GIRLFRIEND OR EVEN MY BEST FRIEND RIGHT NOW! But also immediately, I started thinking to myself, 'is she gonna be a creep to me? Is she gonna checkout my butt again?' She seems so sincerely as I looked at her. I kept myself relaxed.

"Did you need some help finding where you're going?" The long curly girl asked.

"Um...yeah," I said to her with a nod.

"You're probably looking for Ms. Georgia," she nods with a little smile.

Not a smirk, just a regular smile, probably because she's the person who knows where this teacher is and would probably be the best person who can help. "Room B105," she added. Yep, I guess she know her room number too.

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"You probably never went into the freshman orientation," she said while still smiling.

"Well no," I said while nervously shaking my head. "Did you went into her homeroom?"

"Yeah almost all of the homeroom teachers are there in the orientation last Friday. I went into her room and saw a preview list of students who'll be coming to school the first day." She pulled out a crushed-up paper containing the aforementioned list of students that she was given to glance at. And take home. From looking at this list here, my name is in it so I'm part of her class.

"You should probably come to freshman orientation one day," she said to me. "Even when if you're past your freshman year, it's still a good time to hang out."

"Well what did you know about the orientation?" I folded my arms.

But before she could answer, another female staffer - a security officer named Ms. Kelly - who's walking past us. "Excuse me you two stop the lollygagging and do the walking," Ms. Kelly told us.

"Oh we just navigating our way to our homeroom," the long curly girl told her.

"Well you better navigate a little more than that because we have about two minutes left," Ms. Kelly looked at her watch on her left arm. "So keep moving, keep moving faster." She then walked off.

The long curly girl and I glanced at each other.

"I'll show where Ms. Georgia's homeroom is," the long curly girl said to me. "Follow me."

We start walking side-by-side while we're still talking.

She starting pointing fingers at the classrooms where she knows what exactly room number they are on the map. "This is room B102," she says, pointing to the left. "While this is B124," she's pointing to the classroom on the right. And that pattern she figured out goes like this: Room B103 is on the left while Room B123 is on the right; Room B104 on the left, Room B122 on the right. And here we are: Room B105. Guess the long curly girl is smart.

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so that other homeroom-mates can come in - and glanced at her. "How did you know that this is Room B105?" I asked her.

She turns around to glance at me back. "Remember that pamphlet that it was sent to you mail less than weeks ago?" She asked me.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Well," she took off her backpack, unzipping it up while putting it on the ground. She then dig inside before she pulled out a regular printer paper that has the floor plan for the school building's first floor on the front and the second floor on the back of the paper.

"I draw both of the school maps larger on paper," she said as she showed it to me while holding it with both hands. In both sides of the largely drawn paper, unlike the school pamphlet which has (what I believe to be) a small map, the room numbers are spread out and the lines are spread out as well to clearly point to their right locations. These drawings would make her not only read clearly but also study them to know almost every bit of the school's surroundings.

"How did you figure it out?" I asked. "I mean the room numbers and the lines are kinda mix in with each other and you won't able to see the map clearly; how did you figure it out?"

"Well I the map section of the school from the pamphlet and split it in half to have the floor plans separate and I use my magnifying glass to take a closer look of both of the floor plans to clarify what are the right locations that every room that is pointed at," she said as she hold the paper on her right side. "So I can make the maps a little more clearer by drawing both of the floor plans on both sides of the paper."

"Did you figure it out in time for the orientation?" I asked.

"Yeah I started studying both sides of the paper that I drawn two days before the orientation. So I can be smarter than anyone in the school including you," she said with a smile. A fake smile. A fake smile that shows that she's claiming to be but actually not.

I exchange a questionable look on my face as I don't believe her trying to the smart person in school...at least for sure.

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I don't necessarily want to join in a smart contest with a girl. But if she thinks she's smarter than me, I'll have something for her to prove her right.

"Well if you're smarter than me, I'll ask you four hard questions the next time I see you. That is in order to prove your smartness."

"Alright ask me four hard questions and I'll answer them correctly," she said.

"Look it's okay to be smart,” I said. “I'm just want to make sure if you're true or not."

"Yeah yeah yeah I know," she said while rolling her head in an understandable tone. "I know it's not about who's better, it's more about who's capable."

I don't want to engage in a smack talking with a girl. Okay maybe she can be the smartest person in school. Because sure, human beings can be the smartest people, no matter if they’re male or female.

Nevertheless, I'll still have to find out whether the long curly girl is smarter than me or not. And apparently, it seems like she's so anxious to answer them now. I can tell from looking at her strong muscle legs shaking.

And I'm feel very nervous.

"You're actually want to answer them right now?" I asked with my eyebrows because I didn't have questions come up in my mind that quick.

She thought about it for a moment. "I could answer them right now," she said with a nod of confidence.

Holy shit, and within seconds I quickly realized that I actually came up with a challenge that I wasn't even prepared. I never thought she could accept it right away after I initially asked her. I thought she could take it later.

Boy I was wrong.

She was more prepared to do this challenge, no matter which any of the questions could I ask her. From that point on, I'm really starting to think that she really could any question correctly. And she could be even smarter than me. And I'm really start to think she could really beat my big beautiful ass on this. And I even haven't started this challenge with her, but I'm surly think she could beat me. Again, I haven't come up with questions in mind right now but I'll try to see if I can do it as much as I can.

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curly girl felt that we shouldn't be standing a few steps behind that open door. So we had to move and find our empty seats.

"Um maybe we should uh...sit down," I said to her.

"Good idea," she said.

We then walked into the middle of seating area where there's four columns and five rows. We then sit down at the two empty desks that are the center of the area. I sat down on the middle right desk while she sat down on the middle left desk. When she sat down on a seat that wasn't scotch into the desk, she felt the seat feels very funny.

"That's funny," she said while rubbing her butt against the chair. "The chair feels so smoochy and awkward."

And yeah the seats were all new to all of us freshman students who haven't experienced them. But when I sat down, the seat feels fine. I rub my butt against it to feel if there's anything like her seat.

"Well I don't know what you feel," I said. "It feels normal to me."

"Oh really?" She then wonk her eyebrows. To her, if smoochy and awkward is normal, well she has to deal with it. "Well if it's normal then...okay," she said.

Though I still question myself about this: 'How does she think her seat feels funny' I wondered to myself. And I also wonder if there's actually something she's sitting on that she's unaware of that is smoochy and awkward.

Anyway back to the 'being smart' challenge, the only question that I come up so far is "What is the probability of a person in a party getting a pizza?' that's it. Okay I'll think hard of other four questions...or else let the long curly girl help me make questions so I could ask her. Nah, I'll make questions myself.

What is the second question besides that probability one, I'm asking myself. Okay the second question will be "What are parallel lines and how they measure?' That's the second question. Now what's the third question?

Ah this question is certainly not about math, it's a science question: 'What is Mater and Energy?' I'll ask that question as well. Now, the fourth question will be...something out of a English book. ....yeah, an English book. What about an English question about...a chapter in the Harry Potter book. 'What Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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chapter did Harry kill the bad guy?' And then the fifth and final question to ask her is another Mathematics question: 'What is the division of 30 of 3?'

Bingo that's a great question she could answer.

"So what questions are you gonna ask me," she curiously asked. Yes, she seems curious that, I believe, she thinks that I'm making a hard-on questions, which I'm not. But the long curly girl's curiously is also telling, from my perspective, that I'm covering my butt so that she wouldn't kick mine (to clearly: I'm trying the best I can not to let her win), which I'm actually wasn't. It's just that, once again, I don't have questions in mind and I had to come up with them. And I'm gonna make her prove them to be a "smarter" person. I glanced back at her with a nod. “Yep,” I said to her. “I do have the questions.”

“Okay well let me start with this answering thing,” she said as she stretches her arms while crossing her fingers. “Okay I'm ready,” she then place both hands on both of her labs.

“Alright then here we go,” I then took a deep breath.

I asked her questions and she answered them correctly.

I generally raise my eyebrows in shock. She definitely answering all of my questions correctly. I couldn't believe it. She answered them correctly than I did. Because those questions that I come up with were from my previous homework and I answered them incorrectly. The question that I'm asking myself is 'How does she, as a girl, know the correct answers of my questions than I, as a boy, ever did?' I'm happy and glad she's smart but also disappointed in myself because I should've known the answers to these questions had I been serious enough to look them up and not take any stupid guesses. As a guy with supposed knowledge expectations, I should've known better. But look, I'm not trying to kick this long curly girl's ass in intelligence. Because a gentleman (fighting for an identify, fighting for some kind of power and fighting for who I truly am), I'm gonna compliment her not just as a girl nor a lady but also an awesome human being on the planet.

That's what I'm gonna do now.

“Wow,” I said to her with a smile. “You did well.”

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To be honest, if I were truly a regular teenage male (with masculine abilities), I would say “no” in a playful manner to make here lose. Honestly I have that masculinity feeling inside of me and inside of my body right now.

But I'm pushing that feeling back from taking over me to say “yeah you did” to her. Yes, I'm a teenage male but a teenage male whose gender is concern, whose masculinity is being threatened and under collapse, and whose identity I'm struggling to find.

Again, I'm gonna say that she answered the questions correctly. Okay.

“Yes,” I said to her with a nod once. “Yes you did. You did correctly answered them all.”

She got surprised because she thought she wouldn't even been actually smarter on those questions. She couldn't believe it as well. “Wow I've must have been studying.” she said. But before she could say anything else, the bell rings.

All of us turned to our homeroom teacher, Ms. Georgia, but I have more thing to say to this long curly girl before the teacher speaks.

“Hey,” I said to her.

She glanced at me again.

“I just want to say that...,” I paused trying to figure what I'm trying to say in regards to her intelligence. “...that...”

“That what?” She whispered to me nicely.

Again I don't want to be a guy who would say to her that “you suck.”

Instead I said this: “It's good for you to be studying in the summertime,” I said to her.

She started to smile...slightly.

“And I wish I should be studying in the summertime...like you.”

“Like you wanted to what I did?” She asked.

I nodded. “What's your name?”

“Flossie. What's yours?”

“I'm Diarumid. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too and thanks for asking these questions, you should get everyone else to answer your trivia questions one day.”

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of it...which I'll never do that.

Ms. Georgia have been actually sleeping when we came in: she slept with her left hand touching her left chin while placing her left elbow. And miraculously, she didn't hear anyone's voice while she's asleep until the bell rings. It was bizarre: she slept during the time when all of us, students walked in and not a single noise woke her up (nor notice any other adult staff in the hallway) but the school ball. I'm guessing the school bell is powerful enough to wake her up. When she woke up, she stretches her arms in the air while yawning. But then...... “BUURRRRP!” She let out a BIG-ASS LOUD BURP! And once we hear her burp out loud, all of us in the classroom went in disgust.

“Damn woman,” I reacted as I squint my eyebrows while shaking my head.

She then looks upfront to use before she gets up from her chair.

“Sorry,” she apologized. “I was up in the early morning eating a breakfast burrito. That's why.” She then gets up and stepped out of her office desk.

“Good morning everyone,” she stands behind the overheard board and in front of us with her hands crossed.

“Good morning,” we said as we face the teacher.

“Welcome to Northern Watermelon High School. I'm Ms. Georgia. I'll be your homeroom teacher for this freshman class.”

An almost half-hour later after she discussed the syllabus and all of the other homeroom stuff, we then turn our attention to the overheard board where we see the projector screen of the school principal, whose name is Ms. Jenkins. On the screen where she's currently featured behind a yellow background, Ms. Jenkins is glancing at us while folded her hands on the blue table, telling all students – including myself – of Strawberry Street High School in Northwest Washington, D.C. While Ms. Jenkins talk over the projector screen, I heard whisper toward my left ear. “Psst.”

I glanced to my left to find Flossie looking at my while holding a piece of notebook paper on her right hand.

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I took the folded paper and unfolded it. It reads her full name, her phone number and her email address. Yes, she just gave me her contact information.

I slowly glanced back at her in a skeptical look on my face. I'm asking myself these questions. “Why did a super-smart chick gave me her contact information? Is it because she really wants to kick my big beautiful ass, physically and intelligently, whatever the hell she wants? Or she really wants to be my friend and hangout with me? These questions prompt another question: “Why would I hangout with her? Why would I make friends with a super-smart chick who wants to outsmart me?” Flossie says she's smarter than me and she proved that. But does that mean I have to be more smarter than her or equally smarter as her?

There's this masculine feeling that I want to do all the smarts myself to compete with her, there is that feeling inside of me. But thing is...I don't want to be truly a competitive with her. I mean sure I don't like getting into a battle of the sexes at all, matter of fact I definitely wished that “Battle of the Sexes” - also known as “boys vs. girls” - should never exist. At all. But if she wants to kick my ass...'sigh' so be it. She would kick my ass with absolutely no consequences against her but if I could kick her ass, I will suffer the consequences and I'm also really worried that even I got my ass whippin by her or any girl, I could be seen as a big-ass wimp (especially by a bunch of dudes); this is a setup to destroy the male – the young male, particular – and that's how the society works: girls and women are born to be empowered while boys and men are born to be destructive, unfortunately. That's how the society works. If she wants to kick my ass, I would hopelessly said to myself “good luck Diarumid. I hope you learned your lesson about following that super-smart chick because you got yourself into a competition or a contest so that your ass will be kicked whether you lose or even win.” But despite that, I want her. I want her to become one of my best friends. Not a rival or an enemy, just a best friend. No matter boy or girl.

I then took out a piece of notebook paper out of my bookbag, and wrote my contact information on the top of the paper before I torn it half.

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competitive zone, which like I said I DON'T WANT TO BE IN AND SHOULD NEVER EXISIT AT ALL!!!

“Here,” I whispered as I gave her my contact info. “Do you want to contact me?”

“Yeah,” she nodded as she took the torn paper. “We can be friends. We can be friends right now.”

“Shhh excuse me be quiet,” Ms. Georgia demanded. “Pay attention to what the school principal is saying on the overhead.”

While I'm listening to Ms. Jenkins – which I'm actually not right now because I got distracted by Flossie – I once again start thinking to myself about Flossie...this time about what she had just said. She said to me that “we can be friends. We can be friends right now.” Which technically mean we immediately going to be friends with each other. But what her just said words actually mean? Does she really mean that? Or does she mean she could make a whole lot of jealous of me or make fun of me? This feels like a conventional “Mysterious Girl” (whatever you call it) mystery like you seen...something on television or the big screen or even read, which is REALLY quite unfortunate. BUT ONCE AGAIN I DON'T WANT TO BE IN THE “GIRLS BEAT UP BOYS” ZONE AND WANT THE ZONE TO BE COMPLETELY REMOVED OUT OF HIGH SCHOOL AND OUT OF THIS PLANET FOREVER!!!!

DID YOU HEAR ME!!!! Thank you.

Minutes later, the homeroom session is over and we all got up from our seats.

“Alright I’ll see you later,” Flossie said.

“See you later Flossie,” I said.

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Chapter 8 At the same time while I was searching for my new English classroom, Cressida, who is walking straight into this same hallway that I'm, suddenly got distracted by another glimpse of me and my butt that she decided to follow me carefully without being caught...this is something that I was unaware of.

Meanwhile I struggled to find where my English teacher is. Then a female adult approached me.

"Who are you looking for?" Cressida asked me.

"Ms. Sterling."

Cressida raised her eyebrows with amazement, shocking that she's on the same class as me. So she wasted no time to talk to me while guiding me to Ms. Sterling's classroom.

As the adult left, I glanced back at Cressida - aka the ponytail girl - and immediately I started to notice her body. From my point of view, her body looks absolutely awesomely SUPER MUSCULAR, SUPER BUFF, and SUPER BEEFY! No wonder she gets bigger and taller than me. She has AWESOME BICEPS and TRICEPS, HARD-ROCK SIX-PACK ABS that I can see through her very tight v-neck t-shirt, MUSCULAR CHEST with MUSCLE BREASTS, BROAD SHOULDERS, STRONG MUSCLE LEGS and a NICE ATHLETIC BUTT! DAMN, LIKE I SAID, SHE HAS AN AWESOME BODY SHE CAN USE TO DEFEND HERSELF BIGASS TIME! SHE COULD BE MY BEST FRIEND OR MY GIRLFRIEND OR EVEN MY WIFE! SO SHE CAN PROTECT MY LIFE FROM THE FORCES OF EVIL AND DARKNESS! AND PROTECT HERSELF AS WELL! AND I WOULD ABSOLUTELY LOVE HER AT ALL TIMES! I SURELY HOPE SO! But first I need to know who the ponytail girl is - even though you readers already known her as Cressida before I could even start trusting her. Starting with her guiding me to Ms. Sterling's classroom. I'm not sure if I could trust her but let's see what happens because I hope she won't screw up and I hope I won't get lost with her.

"Let me show you the way...uh sir," Cressida said as I start following her.

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"Mmm okay," I said. "So what did you want to talk about?"

"I uhh I don't know," she smiled at me briefly before glancing back at where she is going. "Um maybe we can talk about the picnic?"

"Oh yeah um about that, I just want to say thank you for saving me from those bunch of demons."

"Umm you're welcome," she said with her awkward gesture.

"You have a mom who force you to save me and fight the demon. Did she know that the demon is about to eat me?"

"Umm well...," Cressida scratch her head.

"Or did you do what your mom told you to do because apparently I think your mom is a bit worried about me?"

"Well no my mom wasn't..."

"She told you to get up from your seat and do something with this son of a...you know what," I was mocking her mom not because I want to mock for fun; I'm mocking her mom to get her understand what I'm saying but I don't want to use the b word at the end. "Clearly she was worried about the innocent lives of us."

"Okay she was...maybe."

"Maybe?" I exchanged questionable look at her. "She may be even concerned about you as well."

"Look my mom just wants to see me defeat evil things, that's all."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Or you just trying to debunk what I just said about your mom?"

"Um well...," she apparently knew that her mom but apparently she doesn't want to say it because it would embarrass her in front of me. Now I wasn't trying to embarrass, I was just want to know if they're true or not.

"Look just give me a real answer," I said before we stopped walking and face each other. "I'm not a guy who would tease you or embarrass you or humiliate you just because you have something that you obviously hiding and you obviously don't want to tell. Just give me a real answer okay."

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scratching her head.

"My initial question was...do you fight the demon because of the fact that the demon is about to eat me...do you know that or did your mom know that? Or let me ask this in another way: were you thinking a way to save me but couldn't think that fast because you're just scared and your mom actually worry so much that she force you to fight the demon?"

Cressida took a beat for a few seconds before finally answering. "Okay a little of both," she said while nodded as she admitted. "Yes I know the demon is gonna eat me and yes my mom was concerned about it...so yeah me and my mom both worry. I worry about you but it was my mom who pushed me to save you because I actually didn't know what to do in a matter of seconds."

I then stepped a block closer towards her.

"I would like to thank your courage, your bravery and...your mom's concern for saving my life."

Cressida responded with a smile.

"Excuse me get to class," Ms. Kelly told us as she walked past us. "You guys don't have time to fool around."

But we didn't really fool around, we just talk. I then realized that we're standing closer to Ms. Sterling's classroom.

"Hey it's that Ms. Sterling?" I asked the ponytail girl, aka Cressida. "I think I saw her name on the desk."

Cressida glanced over her shoulder. She uses vision eyes to get a closer look at what the teacher's name; she didn't have to move physical closer to know it. She then glanced back at me and move her head slightly to her right, signaling me to continue following her. "Let's head to the classroom shall we," she said to me before she completely turned around and entered the classroom. As she turned her muscled back towards me, I started to quickly notice something that is messed up on the center of the backside of her jeans. A big messy black swirl reached almost down to the end of that side and in-between the back pockets. Maybe she sat down on something. You readers do know but I, myself, don't know what it is.

"Good morning," Cressida said to Ms. Sterling.

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"Um...hey uh...," I tried talking to Cressida again.

She stopped and turned slightly around towards me.

"Yeah," she said with a calm look on her face.

"I don't want to embarrass you but there's something on the back of your pants."

"Oh," she shook her head. "Just don't worry about it." She turned back upfront and approached towards a desk.

"Don't worry about it?"

"Yeah," she look back at me again briefly.

"You want me to not worry about the big messy thing that is on the back of your pants?" I was very concerned about her wearing it in front of people and I don't want her to be an idiot. "Have you ever bring an extra pants to school in just in case? Do you attempt to go to the nurse for a pants replacement? I mean they have a bunch of clean pants for you to wear."

"It's okay," she said as she sat down on the second-to-last desk that closer to our new English teacher on my right and a couple of desks to my left. "I can handle wearing it the same way."

That made me a bit skeptic about it because I'm pretty sure people around you will start teasing you about your pants.

Cressida then look straight at my face like she has enough of it. "Look you worry about your pants and not mine," she said but in a sarcastically way.

I sighed, hoping that nothing would happen to her. "By the way what's your name?" I asked.

"Cressida. What's yours?"

"Diarumid. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too. Oh shit I forgot I'm gonna need my lip-gloss.”

She then start digging through her golden-colored purse before glancing at me.

I felt embarrassed. "Sorry that I kinda distracted you," I said with a polite manner and not a smirk look on my face as I didn't even mean to bother her and I don't want to be pesky to her (and I also don't want her to be pesky to me either - that's why I'm REALLY worried about what would happen between me and Cressida); I know why's she doing here - she's © 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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selected to being one of my English classmates - so I don't have to ask why she's doing here?

"Oh no that's okay," she said to me before she digs again. "I'm looking for my lip-gloss to fix my lip."

"Want me to help you find it?" I asked.

She glanced back at me again. "No no no that's okay I could find myself and besides only purse owners have the right to look through their own purses and not everyone," once again, she said it in her understandable tone and not a sassy girl attitude. She goes back to digging again before she slowly stopped. "Ah I found it!" She then pulled out her lip gloss, which is sparkling red even when it's been covered. She opened it and start putting some lip gloss on her lips.

At the same time, I once again glanced at the empty seat that's beside her, wondering if that seat is really for me.

"Nice ass boy!" A female voice heard over me.

"Hey watch your mouth!" Ms. Sterling told her.

I glanced over my right shoulder to see who's the female student who said it.

"Sorry..." the female student - whose color of her skin is completely white, meaning she's a white girl (I don't want to saying those racial terms but I have to in order to give you - as a reader - the descriptions of everyone that I saw and remembered) - bent down to look at her paper name ruler. "...Ms. Sterling."

Ms. Sterling was a bit unamused as she holds the folder of paper and scoot her spinning chair two steps back to place her folder on the middle of her classroom shelf. "You probably need to work on your language next time," she said to the female student as she scoot her chair towards her desk.

"Right," the white girl said in her embarrassment look on her face. She then glanced at me but without a smile on her face or even smirk on her face. "That was a nice awesome behind of yours," she said that comment nicely without ever making a nasty tease at me.

"Thanks," I smiled.

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the right empty chair besides Cressida, which I'm still wondering about, and the left empty chair she's also pointed at.

After a thought for a moment, I finally made a decision to finally find out if one of either seats beside Cressida is for me. So I asked Cressida, who is still lip glossing her mouth. "Hey," I glanced back at Cressida.

Cressida paused her lip glossing and glanced at me again while still holding her lip-gloss.

"Can I sit beside you...over there?" I point my finger at the left chair.

"Oh sure," she said it quick before she continue lip glossing her mouth for three more seconds before she start closing it and put back into her purse.

"Oh so you gonna sit there?" The white girl asked me, while pointing her finger again to that same seat that I'm now gonna sit.

"Yeah," I said to the white girl without looking before I finally sat down, glancing her upfront. "Why?" “Um…no reason,” The white girl take a glance at Ms. Sterling again to think twice about sitting near her teacher and she doesn't want to embarrass her teacher again. “Is it okay if I can I sit beside you?” She seemed more wanting to sit beside Cressida. That's because girls usually want to sit beside each other as much as the boys usually want to sit beside each other.

However at the same time, the white girl...looks like she doesn't want to sit near the teacher, Ms. Sterling, especially since the girl kinda made her upset with the language that the teacher was kinda uncomfortable.

But at the same time, I started to get distracted by her body that is the same size, shape, and strength as Cressida: she's got BIG BICEPS, BIG TRICEPS, BIG MUSCLE CHEST WITH MUSCLE BREASTS, BROAD SHOULDERS, HARD-ROCK SIX-PACK ABS, STRONGER MUSCLE LEGS, AND A NICE ATHLETIC BUTT! THE SAME AS CRESSIDA! Well except that the white girl has long red curly hair. And she not only got to be a little bit taller than me, but also THE SAME HEIGHT AS CRESSIDA'S! Maybe this is perhaps the reason why I would like to have the white guy to sit beside me, meaning I would be able to sit inbetween THE TWO SUPER AWESOME AND SUPER BUFF LADIES! Which is pretty much SUPER AWESOME! I then shook my head to stop being distracted and start focus back on © 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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answering if she wants to sit with me.

Luckily the white girl turned to me again and ask a question. "Um why did you want me to sit beside you?" She asked nicely with a curious look on her face.

“Hop in,” I said while I quietly tapped the top of the other empty seat that is now looking on my right side. I want to be generous to her and I'm really am right now.

She then approached towards the empty seat to my right beside me.

"Question: how long have you been exercising?" She asked me as she sat down.

"Well no that much but I've been only exercising my butt for about three and a half years," I said. “Three times a week.”

"So let me calculate that," she stop and think as she trying to take a good awesome guess on what grade I was and/or how old I was at the time.

"So you're in the middle of fifth grade when you start doing your butt workout."

"Correct," I nod.

"And you are at the age of eleven.” She correctly guessed how old I am when I start working out on my butt.

"Apparently you know this because I'm a freshman," I said to her "And so am I!" "And so am I!" Cressida said as she glanced at both of us. She had already put her lipstick back into her purse but her lips looks so reddish - but that's what happens when you put lip-gloss in your mouth "Look we all freshmen," I said. "All three of us. And-" I stopped for a second as I realized I'm going off-topic. "What are we talking about again?" I turned back at the white girl in a questionable look.

"Your workout," the white girl said.

"Oh yeah I seem to about to forget," I scratch my hair before I put my hand down. "So back to that um, my butt workout uh..."

"Go ahead we've got about three minutes and forty seconds left before homeroom starts," she said.

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The white girl glanced at her back towards her left.

After a few seconds of pause, Ms. Sterling turns her face slightly away from her.

The white girl turns back at me once again. "So how do you got inspired by this?" She asked me.

“I got inspired by a magazine cover of The Washington Post Magazine that featured a ten-year-old boy name Johnny Marks who had a big butt. A very big butt. When I read the article about him, I realized that butt workouts are not only just for girls but also for boys as well. So I ask my mom if it's okay to do butt workouts and she is confident to say yes and then she become my personal 'butt workout' trainer. And we did butt workouts for five days a week. I did about three sets of twenty-five reps of of knee squats, lunges, bridges, and side-leg raises.”

"Oh," she nodded. "Well let me ask you a question: Is your behind the only body part you have ever worked on the most?" She asked as she crosses her arms.

"Absolutely. As of right now, I'm very happy of my body…except for maybe my man boobs" "What, you have man boobs?" She shouted with her raised eyebrows as she’s shocked.

"Hey excuse me!" Ms. Sterling turns her body and her spinning chair towards us where she just shouted at the white girl in response to what the white girl had just said.

The white girl looked up to her.

"That's strike two," Ms. Sterling shows her two of her fingers that are up in the air.

The white girl kiss her teeth at Ms. Sterling while shaking her head.

"You kiss your teeth one more time and you gonna be expelled," Ms. Sterling said. "Kiss your teeth one more time and you gonna be the first ever person to be suspended of the school year on the first day of high school.

And guess what, I'm watching you," she then pointed fingers at her. "You know what, maybe I'm watching not just you. Not just you. But every single student body in this classroom," she pointed fingers at the entire classroom, whom by now fill with students who fill the rest of the seats. "Everybody," © 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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the teacher continued. "You hear what I just told to her that I'm telling everybody else right now: If you doing something stupid right now - even whispering a single bad word - I'll send you in in-school suspicion and let you become the first ever student in in-school suspension on the first day of high school. And I don't want that to happen."

And then the bell rings. I almost gonna open my mouth to answer the white girl's question of being of my body before the teacher waste my time arguing with her right up until the bell rings and I still had an answer to that question and you know what I think I could vastly whisper to the girl seconds before the teacher starts speaking to the class. As much as I can.

"I have man boobs since the day I was born," I quickly move my face closer to the white girl so I can whisper quickly as possible.

"Have you ever concerned about that" she whispered.

"No I wasn’t concerned. It’s just that I’m just fed up with the fact women with flat chest don’t get much harassment as males with floppy chests. This society is pretty much sucks when it comes to body standards and I wish the society would be more willing to accept bodies of all shapes and sizes."

"Oh so you wish the society would change?”

“Yeah.”

“I understand," she nodded.

"By the way what's your name?" After I asked that question, I finally stopped referring to her as "the white girl."

"Clarabelle, what's yours?"

"I'm Diarumid."

"Nice to meet you, nice to meet you too," we both whispered together without even realizing it.

After we whispered, we, and the rest of the class, turned our attention to Ms. Sterling who is already standing behind the overhead board with both of her hands crossing with each other.

"Good morning everyone," Ms. Sterling greeted.

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looking her big name ruler when they walked in, the rest of us didn't even notice...until probably about now.

Ms. Sterling was pretty much not amused of only a couple of us knowing her name the first time we greeted her. "Sounds like the rest of you didn't bother to look at the top front of my desk," she said as glanced around the room. "Most if you didn't even bother to say good morning to me," she slightly flipped her hands in the air before crossing her hands again.

"Now it's that rude or not?"

Instead of answering that question the first time, all of us slowly glanced at each other, most of them started to even mumble about it.

Ms. Sterling is a bit agitated at all of us for immediately not answering the question. "I'm asking you guys again is it rude or not?" She asked the second time in her confused look.

"Yeah," Cressida nodded while looking down at her desk before glancing back at Ms. Sterling with a smirk on her face. "It's rude."

"Get your smirk off your face young lady it's not even funny," Ms. Sterling told her.

"Sorry," Cressida said while still smirking. "We may not probably know who your real name is."

We all reacted with shock and "Pooh!"

Ms. Sterling immediately started to get frustrated. "Look don't get started with me okay!" She shouted while pointing a finger at her before she turns at the rest of us once again. "And don't get started with me today!"

She shouted at us. "This is the first day of high school and y'all don't wanna mess it up...do you?"

"No!" We shook our heads...and with a little smile and laughter; at least THAT didn't concern her.

"Good," Ms. Sterling said. "Now let's get down to business!"

After she introduced her name and herself as well as explaining what English class is gonna be like, she then give us our first assignment, which is not necessary an educational one.

"Alright y'all with me," Ms. Sterling said with a slight grin still on her face.

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"Okay right now what I need you all to do is to take a sheet of notebook paper and starting writing about yourself," Ms. Sterling explained.

"I don't care if it's long or short; I just want to know who you are, what you are right now, and your description of yourself. That's what I want from you all right now. So get a clean sheet of notebook paper and start writing a description of yourself." She then walked to her right towards her desk. "And you would talk as you like BUT NOT SO LOUD!" She stopped when she shouted before she went back into her desk. "Because if I catch you talking so loud, I will cut off all talking for the rest of the school year, do you want that to happen?!"

"No!" We shouted.

"Alright then!"

When I glanced everybody in this classroom - both on the left side and the right side around me - I wondered to see if my other newfound girl best friend Flossie is in here right now; there are only three empty seats in here and Ms. Sterling haven't taken an attendance yet but since we asked to tell Ms. Sterling and each other about ourselves, I'm pretty guessing that this would be the way for her to take attendance...only the first time around in English class.

“It's that the mysterious girl you're talking about?” Clarabelle asked me.

"Well yes it's is Cressida," I said to Clarabelle. "Her name-" Before I almost say Flossie's name, Flossie enters the classroom. She almost smiled and waved at him for a second before her smile quickly fades as she saw me sitting in-between Cressida and Clarabelle. For a second, I don't know why she suddenly went unhappy. But when I glanced back at Cressida seeing her eyebrows raised when she glanced at Flossie, I wonder if there's something between the two girls who may not like each other.

"Cressida," Flossie shouts.

"Flossie," Cressida shouts.

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Flossie walks up to Cressida.

"Cressida what are you doing here?" Flossie asked.

"What am I doing here?" Cressida said like she's not supposed to be here. "What are you doing here."

"Because this is my new school and I attended here," both girls said it together at each other. "You need to get the heck outta here!"

"Hey excuse me," Ms. Sterling said while stretching her right hand straight towards them. "No no no," she shook her hand. "Young lady with straight curly hair," she was referring to Flossie. "Go find any of the empty seats left to sit on."

While they heard her this time, both girls still didn't glanced at the teacher.

"Can I stand a few more seconds?" Flossie asked Ms. Sterling.

"No sit down over there," Ms. Sterling points to the empty desks to her left.

"I just want to ask my so-called classmate a question," Flossie referred to Cressida.

"Go ahead you have thirty seconds," Ms. Sterling folded her arms.

"Before I can get security and take your ass in detention."

"That's okay...my ass won't be the one who'll be taken to detention. It will be Cressida's."

"Don't worry Flossie," Cressida said. "I hope it'll be the opposite."

"Oh boy twenty seconds," Ms. Sterling counting down.

"Okay here's the question," Flossie said. "Why are you hanging out with Diarumid the guy who sitting beside you?"

Cressida raised her eyebrows once again as this time as she found out that Flossie knows my name. "You know Diarumid?" Cressida asked.

Then someone approached beside Flossie and she glanced to her right.

It's a girl with a similar straight curly hair. Not twins, but their hair look kinda similar "Flossie just calm down," the similar curly hair girl said. "Just calm down."

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"Now step away from Diarumid," Flossie told her.

"No I will not step away from him," Cressida said.

"Okay you two standing here go have a seat," Ms. Sterling said while pointing her right hand to the chairs again.

Flossie and Angelica sighed.

"Diarumid please be careful when Cressida is around you," Flossie said.

"She will bite you when you get closer to her."

"Excuse me mam no I won't," Cressida said to her.

"Alright enough with the arguing you two sit down," Ms. Sterling said.

"Okay," Flossie and Angelica said it together as they turned around and approached towards two of the empty seats and desks and sat on the seats next to each other.

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Chapter 9 "Alright time's up!" Almost ten minutes later, Ms. Sterling gets up out of her desk. "Put your pens or pencils down!"

We all did what we told.as she stepped behind the overhead board once again.

"Alright it's time for us to share to every single one of your classmates about yourselves. Now don't hesitate or refuse to do so. You're not the enemy. And you're not supposed to make enemies. And I never want you guys to be enemies." Ms. Sterling said with a grin. "Alright let's get going.

Who's up first? How about the ladies go first?"

Clarabelle gets up while holding her paper with her hands. "Hello everyone," she said as she reads her paper. "My name is Clarabelle Yellowowuski. I'm a straight A student. I did very well in elementary school and I did very well in middle school. And I'm probably gonna do it again in high school. Starting from the very first day of high school."

Ms. Sterling is listening to her while still standing with both of her hands on her back.

"While I'm very good at school, but I'm also get lazy sometimes. And when do I get lazy I'll either listen to music and dance around my bedroom or play a computer game on a computer or lay down on my bed. And even I did get lazy, I still manage to get straight As. I know you guys wondering why would I get lazy and still manage straight As? Here's the reason: I do my homework at the last minute every single morning when I get up.”

“Hmm looks like we need to work on that young lady,” Ms. Sterling said.

“Ehh...Yeeaaah,” Clarabelle said awkwardly as she acknowledges that doing homework at the last minute is not the best thing she should be doing.

Though, nevertheless she just couldn't help it, that's her regular routine.

“Is that it?” Ms. Sterling asked.

“Yeah,” Clarabelle said.

“Alright thank you Clarabelle,” Ms. Sterling said.

Clarabelle sat back down.

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Angelica's hand is raised, volunteering herself to go next.

"Alright mam, just tell the class who you are?" Ms. Sterling told her.

"Alright Ms. Sterling," Angelica said. She then started reading her written paper while holding it halfway. "So let's start off with my name. My name is Angelica Hollymonbay. And while of course I'm not a straight A student, I'm very smart in Science and Technology."

A student's hand was raised, coming from the left side.

Angelica looks up at that male student.

"Does that mean you get straight As?" He asked.

"Yeah," she chuckled. "I wasn't finish one of my paragraphs yet."

"Oh sorry."

"No that's okay. That's a very good question that you asked."

"Thank you,� he said.

"As I told him," she continued reading. "I did get straight As in both Science and Technology. In addition, I'm a geek. Yes, I'm a geek on all things supernatural, magic, superhuman powers, superhero powers, supervillain powers and...stuff like that. For about a few years since I was a kid, I learned all of the powers and abilities of almost every single superhero or superhuman hero. And I study them a lot. Yes I read almost every single comic book, I know. But one day, I glanced at a girl and I make an assumption that she would have superpowers. Turns it out I was right. And that's when I realized I have an ability to make a real sense of who you're really are. In fact, I already have not one, not two, but three students who are sitting beside me on my right. The first student who sitting beside on my right is Cressida. I have been hearing her making really correct assumptions so when my brain got pop on her and reminded me of a familiar power that I know of from the powers and abilities research book, I will say to the whole classroom that Cressida is an energy glowering girl."

The class gasped. And Cressida couldn't believe that Angelica said it out loud.

"Yes," Angelica nodded at the class. "Cressida is a girl who has telekinesis powers."

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"No it's true," Angelica said with defense. "You have super powerful glowing powers that can light up anywhere or everywhere on your whole muscular body."

The class begin to chatter for a moment.

"Settle down class SETTLE DOWN!" Ms. Sterling shouted.

"Okay I don't know what are you talking about," Cressida said, with a chuckle still on her face. "And probably you'll move your face towards mine right now."

"Really,” Angelica said. “Wait until you find out." She then move her face backward and glanced at Clarabelle. "And you?"

Clarabelle got shocked when she's called by Angelica, unaware that something is on her tummy.

"You got your abs on fire." Angelica wasn't kidding. Clarabelle's abs are turned yellowly hot.

Clarabelle glanced at her stomach. "Oh crap," she said before turning her abs back to humanly normal.

"Okay that's enough," Ms. Sterling said. "Thanks Angelica."

"You're welcome," Angelica said.

"Alright who's up next?" Ms. Sterling asked.

Nobody didn't raise their hands this time but everybody on our side, the right side, is looking at Cressida. For some reason. They didn't look at her like there's something that they would like to hear. Usually in this sort of an assignment like this, the students don't want to volunteer to share their stories whether they're embarrassing or not due to piracy reasons (or other classmates will laugh at them) even they already wrote them on paper like their teacher told them to. So rather than volunteer to go first or go next, the students are playing a game of not being picked of. So basically, I believe the students are not in love with written shared stories of themselves especially if they don't want to expose their piracy. But at least not all of us are like this way. Some of us including myself would love to share even if it's bad or not.

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"Well I think everybody is looking at you. You got something written down on about yourself so go ahead and share with everybody."

Cressida sighed and look up shaking her head in slight disbelief. She then glanced at me looking for my response.

"Look Cressida your story will be awesome," I told her. "I want you to love not just people around you but also love yourself. Love whoever you are no matter what. Just don't worry about stage fright or don't worry about what everyone think of you okay. Just go up there and tell us who you are...even if you don't like it."

"That's a generous statement coming from a young man's mouth," Ms. Sterling said. "I loved that."

"Why thank you Ms. Sterling," I said. "Cressida can we hear something about you now?"

Cressida looks at the teacher and glanced back at me with a slight smile on her face - thanking me for cheering her up with my heartfelt encouragement comment - before she gets up, grabbing her written piece of notebook paper off of her desk with her right hand. She then clears her throat.

"Share the whole classroom Cressida," Ms. Sterling said as she folded her arms and stepped a bit backward. "We even know your name now before you even introduced your name."

Cressida took a deep breath. But her deep breath suddenly blows her pen off of her desk, dropped to the ground and start rolling away towards the other side of the classroom.

I almost jumped out of my seat to get the pen from rolling away and give it back to her....

But damn, she's fast. She's fast to stop her pen from rolling in less than two seconds by touching it with her left hand. "Gotcha!" She shouted.

However while she's holding her pen while bending down, she started to feel a big gulp of gas that is gonna come out of her butt. She looks up and raise her eyebrows at the same time as she knows that passing gas in classrooms would get her into trouble. "Uh oh I'm gonna rip ass," she said.

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Sterling flying before landed on the overhead broad on her back and sliding down to the ground.

Cressida stands up and glanced over her shoulder to see her teacher fall down on the floor. "Shit what did I done?" She asked herself. She also glanced around the rest of the classroom to see that most of her right side classmates - including Clarabelle and myself - slightly moved a step backward.

All of us were so disgusted by that awful smell of her fart. At least on the bright side: none of windows were damaged or even cracked, which is a good thing.

"Cressida, young lady," Ms. Sterling said as she managed to pick herself up from the floor.

Cressida turned her body to glance at her teacher upfront.

Ms. Sterling quickly walked toward her. "You're now become the first student in this school year ever to get in-school suspension!" She shouted.

"For the rest of the day!"

Cressida seemed a bit awkward. "Why? Because I farted?" She asked.

Ms. Sterling kiss her teeth; she wasn't having any of that foolishness from Cressida. "Okay young lady," the teacher said before she point her left finger across at the open door. "Get your farting ass outta of here. I can tell who you are: you're a farter."

Cressida burst out laughing. "Really?" She asked. "I'm definitely not a farter."

"Uh yes and your sudden fart proves that and no GET OUT!" "Okay okay fine," Cressida said in a calm manner. "I'll get my farting ass out of the classroom now." She then started to exit out of 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!" Cressida shouts.

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

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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 Cressida 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 Cressida if you want to and you could total it by eleven. We couldn't hear the rest of us' 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 Cressida. Cressida farted in class. No actually Cressida super farted in class. Her fart was so super (and powerful) that many of us wondered if Angelica's belief about Cressida is really true.

I hopped along with Clarabelle as we exit out of class.

"I can't believe Cressida has super farts," I said to Clarabelle.

"You mean super powerful farts," Clarabelle said.

"I don't know if you have ever met her or-" "No I never know her until today. But I also didn't imagine a girl with super powers."

"Well why your abs is so hot?" We stopped in the hallway and glanced at each other.

"What?" Clarabelle asked sarcastically with a smile.

"If you didn't imagine seeing a girl with super powers, why are you seeing yourself having one?"

She chuckled. "Look I didn't inherited from Cressida. She's not my sister.

I mean she is in BFF terms, but she's not my relative sister."

"Okay what's your super power and how did you get them? I can see your super powered abs glowing fiery hot right now." Indeed, I can see that very clear through her t-shirt once again. That is despite her t-shirt wasn't even tight enough...like Cressida; unlike Cressida, Clarabelle is wearing a Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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long-sleeve shirt, meaning that I supposedly can't see her abs like I saw Cressida's. And yet because her stomach glows so bright, I can still see her hard-rock abs.

"I don't kno-" "Her super power is fire," Angelica approached towards us. "You get it when you eat a whole lot of spicy food with some special ingredients that fuel you up with fire power."

Clarabelle thought about it for a moment. She wonders if that is true. She (told me that she) pretty much loves spicy food - with a bunch of water to wash it off of course - so she after how fire power comes on, she wonders what's are those ingredients in her spicy food.

"Clarabelle did you eat spicy food every day?" I asked.

"Because eating them spicy every day gives you super fire powers," Angelica told her.

Clarabelle glanced at her. "How did you know this?" She asked. "Which comic book hero has fire power?"

We then continue walking down the hallway while we talk.

"Firewoman," Angelica said. "A comic book super hero since 1961; she was relaunched twenty years but that was a prequel meaning I get to learn how Firewoman gets her powers. So. In the re-launched version, she was unaware of what those spicy fiery food will do to her until she's at the bedroom one morning as she wakes up and shoots fire from her fist while she stretches her arms straight forward. Resulting her mirror into flames.

She had to rush to get the fire extinguisher and pull the fire alarm. But when she pull the fire alarm, she notice her right hand is glowing hot. And that's when Clarabelle begin to notice that she has super fire powers. She has fire on every single part of her body. "Well I only have fire on my abs so,"' Clarabelle said with a little nervous.

"You only have fire on your abs?" Angelica asked in a questionable look on her face.

"Well...yeah."

"Oh you just saying it because you're hiding something?"

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"What's that mean?"

Angelica stopped walking to explain to Clarabelle. I stopped as well to listen to what they're saying.

"It means that you are something very dangerous that your abs heat up unexpectedly and stays there without you anything to do with it. I believe you have eaten red chili peppers some time ago."

"Um no...," she confused. "What are you talking about? I haven't eat red chili peppers. And what are they anyway?"

"They're an ingredient of a spicy food, specifically spicy chicken. Maybe you ate one this morning."

Clarabelle wonders about it for a moment once again. Her mom cooks her spicy skillet hash and a burrito for breakfast. Maybe that breakfast burrito has some red chili peppers in it that make her breakfast so dangerous to eat that lights up her abs so uncontrollably but she's unaware of it until now, now that she heard this stuff from Angelica. "I'm starting to wonder if there's actually hot peppers inside that breakfast burrito this morning,� she said.

"Well I'm hoping that you don't fart like Cressida did moments ago," I told her. "Because when you eat hot chili peppers in your spicy food, it gives you fiery smoking gas. Meaning that when you fart you blast fire and smoke out of your ass. I learned that from watching The Baltimore-Washington Channel. So you better hold that fart until...you get into the shower. That way all the water out of the shower will wash off all of the fiery and smoke off of your butt." I nodded. "Unless if there's some evil thing attacking the world, then blast fire out of your butt towards that evil thing."

"I can tell that the hot chili peppers is a very super-powerful ingredient," Angelica said. "But while it's a powerful ingredient, the peppers could also make it dangerous to eat by putting them into your recipe whether if it's a burrito or a skillet hash. Or to put it the other way: Put that hot chili peppers into a recipe and you'll make them dangerous to eat. That's why your abs is so fiery hot!"

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glanced at each other looking to see who's got the best idea since we said 'Absolutely' together.

"She has the best suggestions for you so let's hope all three of us for the best," I said while pointing my finger at Angelica.

"Thank you for the complement Diarumid," Angelica said. "And don't worry man everything is gonna be fine."

"As long as I don't fart fire if you give me a suggestion Angelica," Clarabelle said.

"I am Clarabelle just hold on," Angelica then places both fingers on her left and right sides of her head. "Brainfart, brainfart," she said to herself while she's trying to come up with an answer.

"Oh wow she's now trying to think," Clarabelle whined.

"Clarabelle just relax okay just give me a second while I'm doing this okay." She stopped talking to herself but she's still thinking.

"You come up with an idea yet?" Clarabelle asked.

"I got it," Angelica said.

"Wow I wish Cressida would think fast enough than her."

"Clarabelle if you still gonna complain-" "No no I just want to hear your idea now so I don't fart since there's gas inside my ass building up."

"Alright follow me." Angelica starts walking again. Me and Clarabelle started to follow her.

"Where is she taking us?" Clarabelle asked me while referring to Angelica.

"I don't know," I said to her.

"Well she better hurry up because my gas keeps getting bigger and wants to burst out of my ass."

"Look girl hold the gas."

"I am but I'm feel I can't hold it that much."

"Well then try harder. Try holding the gas a little harder." I then sighed.

"Don't worry Clarabelle, I believe Angelica will help find the cure for your gas fast before it's too late."

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following."

"Whoa wait, we wish?" I glanced at Clarabelle.

"Yeah. You said you hoping that I won't fart about a minute ago so that's why I said 'we wish'."

It turns out that Angelica is taking us to the vending machine. We don't know why she's taking us there...maybe there's something for Clarabelle to snack on to help heal her farts? We'll find out.

"So here we are," Angelica said while stopping in front of the machine.

Clarabelle looks kinda confused. "Is there a valuable reason why went there?" She asked.

"Yeah," Angelica said without looking while inserting her coins into the machine.

The sign on the left bar of the machine changed from "Insert Coins Only" to "Pick Anything".

"What are am I getting from the vending machine, Angelica?"

Clarabelle said.

Angelica completely turned around to glance at her. "If you just be quiet, then you'll get what I give you," she said with a little annoyance.

"Sorry," Clarabelle apologized. "I just want to know."

Angelica sighs before she turns around back at the machine.

In the machine, they are four rows and four columns; all of which are snacks. One of which is fruit snacks, A4. It cost about fifty cents; she has inserted about six quarters, totaling to one dollar and fifty cents, so she may choose three fifty cent snacks or a fifty snack and a dollar snack.

She then press the letter D and the number 4 in order to get the fruit snacks. The first copy was dropped to the bin so that she can reach it out of the machine.

"Here you go mam," she said to Clarabelle as she gives the fruit snacks to her.

"Is fruit snacks the cure to my farts," Clarabelle asked.

"Yep," Angelica nodded.

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with the fruit snacks," she said. "But no," she shook her head. "It's probably for a temporary time."

"Oh my god!"

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Chapter 10 Minutes later, it was lunch time. And I was almost entering the cafeteria when suddenly I glanced at a situation that was about to unfold.

Well, almost.

Happening a few steps in-between two tables on the left and two tables on the right and almost slightly reached our table on the left, A group of boys enter the cafeteria. I watch one boy being targeted and harassed by three boys who are pushing and shoving him. And I immediately knew what the three boys are doing to him: they're bullying him. I really need to take action now. When I approached them, I then carefully pull the bullied boy aside and squared myself as I confront the three boys - or the three bullies, rather - face to face.

"Hey what are you're doing?" Boy #1 asked me.

"Uh hello," I said with a really questionable look on my face. "What are you guys doing to him?"

"Oh nothing," boy #1 said and he and the other two bullies start pretending like nothing happened.

But I'm having none of it. I sighed.

"Why are you guys doing this?" I asked them. "What did you want from him?"

"It's none of your business," boy #2 said to me.

"It's none of my business?" I said with my raised eyebrows.

"Yeah why are you sticking into our noses?" Boy #3 asked.

"Because I prevent you guys from attacking him that's why," I said.

"What?"

I sighed again.

"Listen whatever the reason is, attacking him actually doesn't make you guys feel any better," I explained to them. "It makes it worse."

"What the fuck did you mean?" Boy #1 asked.

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okay to bully someone?"

"Why did you asked?" Boy #2 asked.

"Because...what happens if someone else starts bullying you?"

The boys chuckled like I'm kidding them.

"I mean think about it," I continued. "You guys think you're tough enough to handle that but you actually not."

"Of we course we do," boy #3 said.

"Why? Because you guys are men?" I keep exchanging questionable looks on my face. "How about this: have you guys ever got bullied?"

And after I asked that question, the boys' smirks immediately fade into uncomfortable looks slowly.

"Has someone ever tease you at all?"

Before they say an answer, Ms. Kelly approached us. "I'll handle it," she said to me before glancing at the three boys. "Okay you three come with me," she pointed her finger at them before she exited out of the cafeteria.

The boys followed her.

Once they all excited out of the cafeteria, I look around for a seat and saw one of my girl best friends Clarabelle who is sitting at an empty table. I then walked toward the table and walked around to see her up front “Hey is it okay if I sit here?” I asked her.

“Yeah sure,” she said.

I then climbed over the table's seat and sat down on it while facing her.

I have a packed lunch while she has a packed lunch as well. If you don't remember what I packed for lunch, that's okay; I'll explain to you again: I have peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, four slices of each, in addition to a small can of beans and a slice of hot dog bread to go with it as well as a small bottle of orange juice.

My new friend Clarabelle also have the same lunch...well, almost. While she has peanut butter and jelly sandwiches like me, she also has a salad that contains leafy greens with ranch dressing on top as well as a big-ass water bottle to drink. It was all to keep her healthy and strong at all times.

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She then paused eating while holding a fork that has a piece of her salad.

"Why do you think so?" She asked him as she lower her fork down.

"Because you got big-ass muscles and leafy greens makes strong bones."

"Yes," she chuckles.

"And I think leafy greens that you're eating gave you your strong-ass bones a little bit more stronger."

"Yeah. I see what your point is."

I nodded.

"Leafy greens are always part of my meal plan," she continued while taking several quick pauses in-between as she takes several bites of her salad.

"And so is other fruits and vegetables, ones that don't have any sugar."

"Oh apple and banana gives you sugar?" I asked.

"Absolutely even healthy foods give you a lot of sugar," she nodded.

"So I had to stay away from these and find something that doesn't contain sugar."

"Anyway let's talk about Cressida. Cressida seems a bit awkward."

"Well um...yeah" "Is she like this when you're around?" I then take a bite of my peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

"Well...of course. For example I was around when Cressida was wearing very unusual clothing one day."

I slowly raise my eyebrows.

"She wore clothing that is unusual one day?" I asked with a shock.

She nodded.

"Can I take a guess?"

"Go right ahead."

"Does she wore pajamas...by accident?"

"Yes sir you guess it correctly...but not by accident but on purpose?"

"Why? Why did she wore them on that day?"

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pajamas to school.

"Okay so tell me about it," I said to Clarabelle.

"Okay so I was in the bus one morning," Clarabelle explains. "Pretty usually day it seemed. Pretty usual like any other day...until I saw my best friend Cressida," she exchanges a slightly pathetic look. "Who...whatever reason decided it would be a great day for her to wear pajamas in the public when everybody else on that bus and the rest of the student body is wearing their normal clothing."

"Did you know what happened to her when she wore her pjs?" I asked.

"I'll tell you what happened," she takes another bite of her salad.

"Cressida overslept because she went to bed very late at night and umm...she apparently didn't have the time to change her clothes when she was up in the morning so she had to wear her pajamas same way. And guess what...she also didn't brush her teeth either."

"Whoa wait what," I shook my head in a second and raised my eyebrows in shock.

She nodded once again as she takes another bite.

"She didn't- so her teeth wasn't brush at all?" I asked with concern.

"Was her teeth smell nasty? Did she has bad breath that day?"

"Both," she said. "Again, she slept very last the night before, she overslept and she just didn't have the time."

"What are the student-body's reaction to Cressida's pajamas?" I asked before taking another big bite of my sandwich.

"What did you think their reaction to her pajamas was, Diarumid? Do you think they're like 'oh it's fine don't worry about'? No. They reacted like 'are you kidding me', teachers are finding it unacceptable and most girls start giggling at Cressida and her pajamas because pajamas are not supposed to be worn out in school. Unless it's national pajama day."

"I guess I can tell that Cressida was humiliated then," I said.

"Yeah," Clarabelle nodded. "I told her to take the little time she can to get dressed as fast as she can so she doesn't fall into this mess again."

"Did you fall into trouble?" I asked.

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"Umm," she quickly put her fork slightly down on the salad. "Well...," she then paused.

"Have you ever got into trouble at all?" I exchanged a questionable look on my face.

She started to look kinda awkward.

"No," she slowly shook her head.

"Wow well at least you pretty smart than your BF," I said. "You're smart-ass girl..."

"Okay I maybe a smart-ass girl," she started to confess. "But I maybe a lazy-ass girl."

I raised my eyebrows again before putting down my sandwich.

"You're what?!" I said.

"I'm a lazy-ass girl."

"Why? Why are you lazy?"

"Because Diarumid I feel like I don't have enough energy to get off of my bottom to do the homework and there's gonna be a bunch of homework I may struggle to deal with so I better slack off and do my homework at the last minute."

"Are you sure?" I asked with uncertainty.

"Yeah," she said confidently.

"Okay so you're a lazy-ass girl so your BF Cressida should be smarterass than you are."

"Yeah you're right my BF should smarter than me."

"Maybe you should help her," I said before grabbing my sandwich.

"Maybe you two can work it out." I then started to take another bite.

"You know I should," she said.

I then feel something that's going on under my genitals.

"You know...excuse me for a second be right back," I said as I got up out of my seat as I started to feel my bladder gonna explode. “I gotta pee.”

“Okay.”

“Can you save my seat for me?”

“I definitely will.”

“Alright.”

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suddenly went in awe when she get another glimpse of my big beautiful butt, distracting her from her lunch for a brief minute.

"That was the most beautiful booty I have ever seen in my entire life," she said quietly to herself. "I don't know what to describe his big beautiful booty or how to describe it."

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Chapter 11 While I walking down the hall to the boys' bathroom (or should I say the men's bathroom as we all supposed to be young adults as well), Cressida, who's walking in another direction trying to remember finding a way to get back to Ms. Kelly's room, suddenly got distracted by my big beautiful butt.

She then paused walking to take a glance of my backside. For a few seconds.

She slowly opened her mouth in slight shock as my butt has apparently wowed her. She then continued walking but slowly as she was still distracted.

So distracted that when she turn her face back upfront, she immediately get bumped by a woman.

That same woman is also distracted by my butt too. But it didn't matter because it is a student, Cressida, who bumped into her. The woman that got bumped by her was not please. Her name is Mrs. Price.

"Hey hey you better watch where you're going," Mrs. Price told Cressida. "Okay."

"Sorry," Cressida said as she slightly shook her head while briefly placing her right on her forehead before putting her hand down. "I was kinda-" "Distracted by a guy's butt?" Mrs. Price slight raise her eyebrows at Cressida.

Cressida got shocked when she said that because how does this woman - or a teacher - know what she just got distracted by? "Um...," she scratch her head as she nervously struggled to come up with a response to deny. But there was no use, she got caught. Even though Mrs. Price got distracted as well, she wasn't all that distracted - she glanced at my behind for two seconds without even paying attention; that's it - she was actually looking around the hall - to make sure if any student clowns around instead going to homerooms she would scoff them off to class - when that caught her in the eye as well.

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"Well then go to her office and stop fooling around like staring at some guy's butt," Mrs. Price then walk away. "C'mon guys you better get moving to lunch or put you in early detention and you don't want to be in detention the first thing on the first day of school." She told everybody else.

After Mrs. Price left, Cressida glanced back at the hall where I previously seen, but I was already gone. She doesn't even know if that was real or even a dream. She would take a picture but she's too distracted to do that.

"Dammit," Cressida said to herself. "That woman ruined it for me." She blamed Mrs. Price.

I went back to my seat in front of Clarabelle. "Well let me talk to you about your laziness," I said. "How many hours do you get lazy?

"Umm up to three to four hours,� she said.

"What did you do when you get lazy?"

"What did I did when I get lazy?"

"Yeah."

"Well throughout my lazy days, including today as well, when I come home, usually I spend most of my time browsing the boring-ass internet and listening to crazy loud-ass music that could crank me up for the day. Crazy music like um...man what's the name of the signer who kisses a man's big booty in the music video umm..."

"I think it's Nicki Sanchezouski?" I guessed.

"Yeah Nicki Sanchezouski I got it," she snapped her right finger.

Meanwhile, Flossie and her best friend Angelica were sitting at a different table across us. They got a glimpse of my butt when I'm gone to the bathroom for a while. Angelica apparently got so attracted that she just wanna check it out.

"Girl look at his butt," Angelica said to her BF while glancing at me when I'm exiting.

"I know," Flossie said. "It's beautiful isn't."

"Yeah," Angelica then glanced at her. "His big butt is beautiful. I just want to follow it all day and night."

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my attention too."

"Oh did you met him?" Angelica asked.

Flossie nodded.

"I met him when we're heading into our homeroom."

"I don't want to be inappropriate, but describe what his butt look like."

"Well his butt is kinda the same size as mine," Flossie says. "His butt look kinda square-y. You see both sides of a male's butt kinda look like squares?"

"Huh huh," Clarabelle said.

"That's his butt. Diarumid's butt. And I would like to take a picture of that."

"Flossie are you sure?" Angelica asked with uncertainty.

Flossie stop and thought about it for a moment. "Well...," she said with a slight smile.

"You sound like you're going off on a sneaky plan or something."

"No I wasn't going to be sneaky or get into people's business Angelica."

"But you do get into Cressida's business."

"Because I don't like her!" Flossie then sighed. "Listen when I said 'I would take a picture of his butt' I didn't say I'm gonna sneak on him."

"Well what are you trying to do with him?"

"If I'm gonna take a photo of Diarumid's butt, I have to ask his permission," Flossie said.

"Okay but you didn't ask Cressida's permission when you go to Cressida's room," Clarabelle said.

"That's because she didn't ask my permission to take something out of my purse."

"That's because you want to advantage of her horrible life."

Flossie sighs again.

"Angelica why are you concerned about it now?"

"Look I get your plan is and I hate Cressida as well but at the same time I just don't it's a good idea."

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"Did you have your own plans?"

Angelica went awkward as she tries to respond to that question. But she actually doesn't have any.

"You know what never mind," she said. "Um where were we?"

"We were talking about Diarumid's ass," Flossie said with quick nod.

"Oh yeah," Angelica said.

"As I said earlier before you ask different kind of questions," Flossie says. "If I'm gonna take a photo of Diarumid's butt I'll-" "You'll have to get his permission," Angelica said.

"Right," Flossie nods again. "And if get his permission, I would totally happy to have a picture of Diarumid's butt."

"You sure it's gonna work?" Angelica asked again with uncertainty.

"Angelica why are you so worry about it?" Flossie asked.

"I worry because of you being the sneaker, the jerk."

"Well you doing some sneaking around too."

"Yeah but I was actually looking for something."

Flossie sighed once again.

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Chapter 12 Cressida is entering in-school suspension 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 Cressida walking through the quiet one-person classroom. She then stopped, leaned back against her spinning chair and sighed...before she can look at Cressida upfront. With a little grin on her face.

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

"Cressida."

"Cressida who?"

"Cressida Nollypollon. Freshman."

"And who sent you here?"

"Ms. Sterling."

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

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

"Oh so you pass gas in the classroom," Ms. Harris nodded.

"Yeah," Cressida nods as well.

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

"Yeah that's it."

"So you pass gas 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?!"

Cressida 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.

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Harris mocking her. "You thought the first day of high school, there won't be any consequences on that day."

Cressida is still struggling to say a serious clear word to her as she's still chuckling. "Yep," she said without looking.

Ms. Harris gets up from her seat, bent down and place both hands on her desk, still glazing at Cressida. "You better take that smirk off of your face right now," Ms. Harris said to her as she was not in the mode.

Cressida then slowly stopped smiling and laughing as her smile fades into nervousness. Nervous that she won't be able to enjoy the rest of the first day of school since she's gonna be her in here instead. She sighed. "I wish I would hold the gas until...," she was about to say 'after English class' but instead she said "...after school." As it would be better for her to fart outside her home.

But Ms. Harris gotta a better lesson for her. "No I wish you would never eat a pack of baked beans again," she said.

Cressida slowly looks down at herself as she knows that Ms. Harris knows better. "Right I shouldn't eat a pack of...baked beans," 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 a fart," Cressida calmly said.

"Just a fart? Girl your fart almost blasted your classmates!" Ms. Harris shouted while still pacing. "First of all you should've know that..." she stopped shouted and pacing. "Is farting not allowed in your teacher's classroom?" She asked calmly but still with a grin. "Or is that you got into too much trouble that your teacher had enough of you?"

"Um..."

"WHICH ONE IS IT?!"

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

"BECAUSE I'M CONFUSED AND I NEED TO KNOW!" Cressida took a breath. "Okay well...um..."

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of Ms. Harris might have made Cressida struggling to respond to her.

Ms. Harris shook her head in frustration before bending down again and placing both hands back on her desk. "Just c'mon and say it was this one or that!" She said while toning her yelling down. "It's either your teacher didn't allow farting in her class and you farted or you get into a lot of trouble and your fart is one of them?"

Cressida took another deep breath, finally becoming serious while having the courage to talk to that yelling teacher.

"C'MON WE DON'T HAVE ALL DAY HERE!" "Alright," Cressida said. "It was my farting."

"WHICH ONE DID YOU MEAN?!"

"My farting in Ms. Sterling's class."

"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!" Cressida shouted back..

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

"Yes I am!"

Ms. Harris sighed and shook her head in frustration again while placing her right hand on her forehead and her left hand on her hip. "Okay okay OKAY!!" Ms. Harris put both of her hands down by both of her sides. "You want to shout back to me because I shouted at you THAT MUCH! FINE! GO AHEAD, SHOUT BACK AT ME!" Cressida took a pause before move face a bit forward while folding her hands on her desk. "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!" Cressida leaned slightly back while throwing her left hand before landed back on her desk.

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THE CLASS?!" Ms. Harris shouts.

"BECAUSE THE SMELLY-ASS GAS HAS BUILD UP INSIDE OF ME AND THAT POWERFUL GAS JUST WANTS TO GET OUT OF MY ASS! I TRIED TO FIGHT IT! I TRIED TO DEFEAT! BUT I LOST, THE SMELLY GAS WON! SO THAT'S WHY I FARTED!" Cressida shouts.

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

"YEAH! I NEVER INTEND TO FART ON PURPOSE!" Cressida 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, SHE FARTED! WHY SHE ALLOWED HERSELF TO FART WHILE THE REST OF US COULDN'T?!" Cressida shouts.

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

"WELL OTHER TEACHERS PASS GAS AS WELL, I SEEN MY HOMEROOM TEACHER, MS. GEORGIA, PASS A LOT OF GAS! IS THAT MEAN STUDENTS CAN PASS GAS AS WELL?!” Cressida shouts.

Ms. Harris took a deep breath and calms down. "No," she said quietly.

"Teachers, prominently female, may have something that they have eaten or they actually have a gas problem. Specifically Ms. Sterling and Ms. Georgia.

But that doesn't kept them from doing their jobs. And that does not mean you and you guys as students can fart."

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

"So let be a lesson to you don't fart," Ms. Harris finished her sentence.

"Well can I fart in the hallway?" Cressida 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?" Cressida asked.

"Excuse me?!"

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

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approached Cressida. "Are you stupid?" She asked her.

"No I'm asking a question,” Cressida 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 Cressida's desk while leaning slightly forward.

"Go ahead woman," Cressida 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," Cressida 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!" Cressida take her hands off, turns completely around, aim her butt towards the teacher and....

"FAARRRRTTTT!" She rip A POWERFUL FART that sends Ms. Harris flying backwards and crash into a wall.

"Take that bitch," Cressida glanced over her shoulder.

Ms. Harris regained consciousness as she picked herself up from the ruble. "You ASS-BLAST me into the wall don't you!" She said. "Well how about this?!" She then turned completely around, aim her butt at Cressida and....

"FARRRTT!" ...rip A POWERFUL FART of her own.

But Cressida BLOCKS the fart from hitting her by SHOOTING FORCE SHIELD OUT OF HER BOTH HANDS! Protecting herself as the force shield EXTENDS and FORMS AROUND! That's right she's using her FORCE SHIELD HANDS! This has resulted the fart to MISS HER and SPLIT AROUND HER! Ms. Harris then turned back completely around and raised her eyebrows to see that Cressida wasn't blown away by that fart.

At the same time, Cressida turns off her force field completely and slowly glanced at her. "I'm lucky that I haven't been hit," Cressida said.

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

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she's proud of what she just did to Ms. Harris.

"Guess I won," Cressida said who gives another smirk at her. "Guess I'm more powerful than you."

Cressida'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 Cressida. "Because of all of this, because of what you just did..."

"Go ahead," Cressida said with a sudden slight frown on her face.

"Punish me. Punish me for the rest of the week."

"I WILL PUNISH YOU FOR THE REST OF THE SCHOOL WEEK!" Ms. Harris shouted slowly. "AND FOR THE REST OF THE SCHOOL WEEK, YOU STAYING HERE WITH ME AND YOU WILL BE SURROUNDED BY A BUNCH OF FEMALE BODYGUARDS WHO WILL ABSOLUTELY NOT LET YOU GO ANYWHERE ESLE ON THE SCHOOL GROUNDS BUT THE BATHROOMS! IS THAT FREAKING CLEAR?!"

Cressida 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 Cressida again. "And you better listen to me: you know this is in-school suspension. But I also want to know that I'm trying to help you get better and not cause even more trouble.”

"Oh you should have talk to me first before you even think of shouting at me huh?" Cressida said with a nod.

"Yeah but you should have known that already before you even shouted back at me,” Ms. Harris said.

"I shouted back at you because you were shouted at me! That's why this fight has gotten started,” Cressida said.

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ways so that you could improve your behavior...it's that clear?!"

"Yep." "Okay starting 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.

Cressida exit out of Ms. Harris' empty classroom. And went into the cafeteria.

In the hallway on their way to their next class, Clarabelle, Angelica, and I suddenly saw Cressida just coming out of the cafeteria and walked past us.

"Cressida," I called.

"Not now," she said without looking. "I have to back before Ms. Harris will whoop my ass!"

"But don't you want any contact information from us?" Clarabelle asked her.

Cressida stopped and glanced over her shoulder at us. "Sure," she said.

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Chapter 13 Hours later, I attend the education quiz show class - also known as the 'It's Academic' class - and it was the last class on my schedule. When I went inside, the classroom is kinda small but at least that's what you expect given the shortage amount of students attending there.

I glanced over my shoulder.

There are not one but two girls standing in the middle of the other doorway. Flossie, who is standing beside this girl, on her right.

"Hey there Bronwen!"

The big girl glanced over her shoulder to see a girl running toward her.

"Cheyanne?" The big girl guessed that girl's name as the girl rushed to give the big girl a hug. It turns out that Bronwen is the big girl's name and Cheyanne is the name of the girl who rushed to Bronwen. Still, Bronwen didn't even smile at that. Okay a very little bit, but I don't think she's in the mood for smiling.

"Oh my gosh where have you been I was looking every single class all over for you," Cheyanne said to Bronwen as Cheyanne then step back and put her hands to herself.

"Yeah me too," Bronwen said.

Cheyanne then glanced at me for a second. "Um what's your name?"

She asked me.

"Could I take a guess?" Bronwen asked me.

"You can take a guess if you want to," I said.

"Okay," Bronwen clapped once before closing her eyes. "I could make the best educated guess as possible okay." She thinks for a few seconds.

Me, Cheyanne and even Flossie watched as Bronwen try to best guess my name. Flossie was a bit skeptic about Bronwen playing this guessing game.

"Um, Marlon?" Bronwen guessed while glancing at me.

I shook my head in the form of "No." "Okay um Dewyane?" she guessed again.

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with a hint. "The second letter starts a few letters after E and the rest of my name has six more letters after that.

"Alright," Bronwen said before taking another deep breath. "One more try."

"Can you please just ask him what's his name is instead?" Flossie asked.

"Um no because I already guessed correctly on what is the definition of 'Strawberry' without even look it up!" Bronwen shouted with a grin. "And I think I'm smarter than you are.

"Oh really?" Flossie said in a skeptical tone with a nod.

Bronwen sighed. "Can you please let me guess?" She asked.

"Alright one more guess and if your next guess isn't correct, please ask."

"Alright one more one more," Bronwen whispered to herself, hoping that To me, Bronwen seems increasingly frustrated. Frustrated about not correctly guessing the first time? I'm taking a guess now but her face look like she's kinda...hoping that she won't guess my name incorrectly the third and final time. Will she guess the right answer? We'll find out. After a less than thirty seconds of thinking, she open her eyes with the hope of the right answer. "I got it," she said before turning to me once again. "Your name is Diarumid."

My eyebrows was raised because that was right: my name is Diarumid, even though you already know by now. The question is...how? How did she guess it right this time? Did she know every single name off of the name book? I'll never ever know; I'm pretty upset...from the inside but I don't want to go fully mad on her so I calm my upset inside down and try to congratulate her without intimidating her or teasing her.

"You're correct," I said before started slowly started nodding. "I think you're pretty good at winning the guessing game. You pretty smart."

"See I told you," she turned to Flossie with another grin look. "I'm smarter than you."

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argument, which I though it almost about to happen.

Then...

"FAARRRT!" Looking at Flossie's suddenly shocked face and glancing off-space, it looks like Flossie just FARTED! At least the wind coming out of her ass didn't affected anything in this classroom at all; it's was a small fart. But still we can hear her fart.

"Eww girl," Cheyanne said while fanning her nose.

"Shit why the fuck did you farted?" Bronwen asked while holding her tshirt over her nose.

I also held my t-shirt over my nose to prevent the smell.

"Look I'm sorry okay," Flossie apologized. "I did not expect some amount of gas coming out of my ass."

"Some amount of gas?" Bronwen asked. "Did you have the rest of the gas in your ass so I can pull your finger?"

"Maybe you should it outside," Cheyanne suggested Bronwen.

At this point, Clarabelle entered the room through the right doorway but then for a second and smell the smell we're smelling. Once she start smell, she start fanning her nose. "Goddamn what is that smell?" She asked.

We were all pointed our fingers at Flossie. Well almost, I didn't point my finger at until I reluctantly did a few seconds later.

"Flossie, did you fart?" Clarabelle asked. With a (nerdy) smile on her face, indicating that she's happy that Flossie did something real bad considering that Flossie call her BF Cressida - oh I'm sorry our BF since I'm BF with her - a bitch and wants Flossie to take that fart of her as the acceptance of "this is what you get."

Flossie, initially embarrassed, now burst out laughing after quickly realizing what Clarabelle is thinking. "Don't even try me girl," she said.

"Don't even try me."

"And don't even look at me," Clarabelle said as she folded her arms with chuckles. "Don't even think I farted, Flossie."

"Is that her name?" Bronwen asked.

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Ms. Springbooks, our quiz show teacher, walked in. But then she stopped for a second and she, too, start smelling the same thing.

"Okay," she turns around completely and glancing at us. "Somebody must be farting in here. And I'm pretty believe it must be one of you girls-" she was pointing a finger at them.

"It was me," Flossie interrupted. "I farted."

"Hm mm," Ms. Springbrooks nodded with an unamused look on her face. "Let me tell you this Flossie, and so is the rest of the girls, y'all need to bring some air freshener from now on. No, I'm serious because you girls keep farting or wanna fart and the smells keeps even smellier."

Yeah, yesterday which is again the first day of high school, Flossie started farted. Then is Cheyanne. But Clarabelle rip a BIG-ASS one. At least Clarabelle's fart isn't dangerous; there's no fire letting out of her butt despite that fact that she's has a fiery body.

All of this yesterday has made Ms. Springbrooks a bit disgusted but she also knows that these girls (and probably most of the rest of the girls) would continue to fart and this concern prompting her to make the girls do one favor for her. "So girls I'm telling you now,� she says. “Bring your air freshener tomorrow if you're gonna continue to fart because I don't like the smell from yesterday so I wanted to smell fresh and nice today not stinky and smelly. Okay. And if you don't have an air freshener to bring with you or you're not willing to have it at all but you still got gas to pass, try holding it.

And make sure you stop eating these foods that gives you gas. That way you won't fart anymore. Alright."

It's understandable that while girls would learn from her, they just couldn't take the advice because those fart-filled foods are actually their favorite foods to eat and they couldn't stop eating them. Sure, they love to fart and they pretty much enjoy gassy emissions. But sometimes they pretty much don't like farting in the classroom so they try the best as they can to hold their increasingly-powerful gas from releasing out of their backsides and so far it isn't working for something. But nevertheless, they must have to deal with it.

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Ms. Springbrooks, stopped and smell the farting smell. "Did Flossie just farted again?" She asked.

"Right now let's not worry about this," Ms. Springbrooks said as she walked around to the back of the front desk. "Right now we're focusing on today's stories around the school. Okay."

We then started to get into our seats.

"Hello and welcome to the 'It's Academic' class," Ms. Springbrooks said.

"I hope you all here."

"Yeah," we said.

"Alright on to your seats please," Ms. Springbrooks told us even though we have already been seated. She then pick up her clipboard with paper attached to it and start walking away from the front desk and to the front of the class while standing behind the right doorway. "Alright everybody you guys already know me as Ms. Springbrooks, the school newspaper teacher.

And we all know each other, right?"

"Yeah," we said.

"Except for you," she point a finger at Bronwen. "Tell us what's your name."

Bronwen looks up to her, still without a smile on her face. I started to believe right now that it's not that she's unhappy it's that she's actually serious. She's a serious person who is serious about education and what's going through her mind about what she sees or what's going on around her.

"My name is Bronwen," she said.

"Bronwen Madisonish," Ms. Springbrooks said her full name.

"Correct."

"Twelve grade" "Correct."

"Can you please explain to us why are you absent on the first day yesterday?"

"Um yes: my mom picked me up later that morning after lunch; I had a doctor's appointment."

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"The doctor has a very busy schedule and always appointments filled up almost a month and a half ahead so we schedule my appointment for that day in early-July. There are other doctors who can book me for an appointment in a week or two but those are expensive so we had no choice but to choose the busy doctor."

"Alright I understand you; I'll make it an exception."

"Oh um I have a doctor's note," Bronwen pulled out an envelope out of her backpack and gives it to Ms. Springbrooks as Ms. Springbrooks approached her and then and walked back to the front.

Ms. Springbrooks then looked around to make sure that everyone is on the list....except she notices someone that is not. “Um what's your name?” she points a finger at Clarabelle.

“I'm Clarabelle.”

“It sounds like you're not on my list. Did you check your schedule?”

“Um...,” Clarabelle looks awkward.

“Please check your schedule please.”

Clarabelle then pulled out her class schedule out of her purse and take a glance at it. It turns out that she's in the wrong class. “Whoopsie daisy,” she said.

“Yeah whooopsie daisy is right Clarabelle,” Flossie said.

“Um excuse me,” Ms. Springbrooks said to Flossie before glancing back at Clarabelle. “Please get into your right class,” she said to her. “You're already late.”

Clarabelle gets up out of her seat and grabs her purse and start walking out. But then once she's at the middle of the door entrance, she stopped and turned around and walked back approaching towards me. “Diarumid,” she said to me. “Good luck. Do the best you can and make all of us proud.”

I smiled at her.

Afterwards, she starts walking out again and as she walk out...

"FAARRRT!" Yep, Clarabelle FARTED on her way out. At least it's not a forceful one.

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“Excuse me excuse me,” Ms. Springbrooks said before she start spraying more air conditioner in the classroom to the classroom smell fresh.

She then puts it back where it belongs and face the class.

"Okay," the teacher clapped her hands once. "A little bit about myself: I was born and raised in Washington D.C., one of the two major hearts of the Baltimore-Washington area. When I was growing up, there's this quiz show that caught my attention when I was a kid and I became fascinated by it.

Since then I start looking at entering these quiz clubs until I discover when I was in high school there was a class that I need to register and that was a class to get into the quiz TV show."

She then later explained to us about her road to the quiz show that she eventually got to become one of the top three selected students to form a team who would compete with other schools. When her team entered on the quiz show with their two school team competitors, she is very determined to help her teammates answer all of the correct questions as they can. While they didn't answer all questions correctly, they won the weekend's quiz and advanced to the final round. It's a long story but basically when her team went to the final round, they won. Simple as that.

"Since my success at the quiz show, the school asked me if I would register this class again," Ms. Springbrooks continues to explain to us. "I said yes, I would register again. And so I did take the quiz show for three more years and guess what......I did it again three times and won a championship three times. I was awarded for being a team player and all. And so I focus on this quiz show my entire life."

Someone raised his hand.

"Yes," Ms. Springbrooks said.

"You focus on the quiz show your entire life?" the person asked.

"Yeah because I'm a quizmaster. In fact, since I know every quiz question and answer from the quiz show that I watch every single weekend, I got offered as teacher and a coach for this school and this is my first year teaching and coaching you. Now this is the first day and today's assignment everyone is going to have a one-on-one partner for a one-on-one practice quiz. Okay so everyone start finding a partner." © 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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As every one of us scrambled to get someone to quiz each other, me and Flossie glanced at each other wondering if we can be partners considering that Flossie is said to be so smarter than me.

Clarabelle quickly notices this, concerning that I'm about to partner with one of my best friend's rival while at the same time wanting me to join her instead.

"Diarumid are you sure about this?" Clarabelle asked me. "I mean you could quiz on this."

And yes I do want to quiz on Clarabelle as well. Maybe I can quiz both Flossie and Clarabelle (because apparently Flossie is also my best friend as well) while they quiz me in a three-person practice quiz. We could even quiz each other. I could ask Ms. Springbrooks for my suggestion.

But then someone approached Clarabelle from behind.

"Um excuse me."

Clarabelle turned around to find a teenage boy in a green t-shirt whose the color of his skin is white - who is standing in front of her.

"Is it okay that I can quiz you?" The boy in the green shirt asked her.

Clarabelle thought about it for a moment as she glanced back at me and Flossie.

I glanced back at Flossie, who glanced right back at me.

"It's okay," Flossie said to me with a calm approach. "It's only going to be a friendly quiz, that's all."

I glanced back at Clarabelle. "Don't worry about me," I said. "I can handle doing this quiz work with Flossie."

"Ohhh kaay," Clarabelle said to me before turning back around again at the teen boy in the green shirt. "Yes you can quiz me," she said to him.

"Alright," he said with excitement.

"Okay then now that you all read and study all of the quiz questions the questions that you know about already or long ago from your previous years of middle school and the questions containing stuff that are new to you and you're trying to figure it out yourself - it's time for all of you to do a one-on-one Q&A. That means you would get a partner and take turns questioning and answering the questions that are given from a stack of cards that I'm showing you guys here." She is showing us several stacks of cards on Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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a table - all cards have the same size and all stacks have the same height that are behind her. She grab one stack to show it to the class. "Each stack of cards are the same and I'll give each one of them to each two of you." She then pass the stacks to all of us.

After having the stack of question-and-answer cards given to us, two students will take one-on-one trivia quizzes with each other. One student will hold the cards and read them while the other student – who places his or her stack on his or her desk – answers he questions that she read out of the cards. After that student finishing the questions and that other student answering all of them, they switch. In this case with me and Flossie, I'll go first answering the questions while Flossie will read the questions of her cards. And then we switch it around when it's Flossie's turn.

Me and Flossie then take one-on-one trivia quizzes with each other and both of us did well...in terms of good behavior, that is. Intelligently though, Flossie answer all of the questions correctly while I made five incorrect answers out of twenty questions. But still we think that we did well.

“Wow, I'm impressed,” I said to her.

“Me too,” Flossie said.

“I think you can do well,” I said.

“And I think you can do well on the quiz show,” she said.

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Chapter 14 As I walk down the hallway when the school is dismissed - that was after my quiz show class - I saw Cressida coming out of the ISS classroom feeling a bit... I don't know how to describe her right now. She comes out of the room shaking her head like something must be happening to her.

Immediately, I rushed toward her to see what's going with her.

"Cressida what's wrong?" I asked her.

But then when I approached her, Cressida suddenly turned calm when she glanced at me. "Oh um hi Diarumid," she said to me.

But that calm face didn't prevent me from wondering nervously about her. "You were feeling like something's wrong," I said. "In ISS." "Wait what?!" She said, acting like she's confused.

I can see right now that she's pretending like nothing happened to her, but I can also see it as acting and trying to get me to not know about it. I sighed. "Cressida," I said with a worrying look still on my face. "Something must be bothering you. Please tell me what's going on?"

She took a deep breath, still calming herself down with her eyes closed.

Then she open her eyes and looked at me. "Look Diarumid," she begins talking to me. But then she stumbles her words on how to explain to me with my worrying face. "I...uh...um...."

I was waiting for her to spit out her explanation.

"I had just had a fine day. With Ms. Harris," she said calmly.

"But it seems as you coming off from the classroom feeling mad, what happened?"

"Um...uh...nothing," she said as she acts again like nothing happened.

"Nothing?” I feel about her otherwise. “I see you shaking your head and feeling unhappy-" "That's something else um listen I don't want to be late for the bus this afternoon." She then walks away from me.

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"Why?" I asked.

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before the bus leaves, my mom is gonna whoop my ass when I come home," she explained to me before she turned back around and continuing walking away from me.

"Well let's see what happens when she'll make it to the bus or not," said a voice coming from behind me.

I turned to see Flossie approaching beside me with her arms folded and without looking at me, instead watching Cressida leave. It's probably given that Flossie was standing a few blocks away from us after she walked out of the same school newspaper class that I walked out off, and saw both me and Cressida and overheard our conversation; she didn't come here to talk to her.

"I'm hoping that Cressida misses the bus so she could get her asswhuppin from her mom," Flossie said with a slight smile on her face while glancing at me and the hallway back and forth.

I don't want to be mean to Flossie at all (since she's nice to me) and I don't want to get involved in a fight with her but still I have a question for Flossie about Cressida.

"Why are you hoping that?" I asked Flossie calmly.

"Because she's the girl who can't get her fucking shit together," Flossie smiles at me while nodding her head. "And I'm the girl who can get my shit together."

"Well do you ride a bus?" I asked her.

"No," she shook her head while frowned. "Do you?"

"No I'm taking a ride home,” I said.”

"Me too. I actually have a car but I have to get a permit in order for me to park in the school parking lot."

"Cool. So who's picking you up?"

"My mom. She's really, REALLY nice. And she doesn't intend to bother me that much. Except for emergencies."

"Well my mom is...pretty busy...and lazy,” I said. “She won't get home until five. My aunt is picking me up. She had a fancy car."

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"Yeah but not as fancy as my mom. My mom has an awesome motorcycle."

"An awesome motorcycle? Describe it for me," Flossie smiled a little with a curious look on her face.

"Well she rides the Strawberry XP. She drives me to school for two days now.

"Wait the motorcycle that has the same height as the cars?"

"Yeah."

"And it has some of the fastest speed ever?"

"You're correct."

"Man I wish my mom has it so I could ride it."

Less than a minute later as we exit out of school just like almost the rest of the student body did (not much students left), I stopped as I quickly saw my aunt, also known as Aunt Carlotta, standing pacing around in circles while students walk around her.

Flossie stopped walking as well and glanced at me, wondering what am I looking at.

"I think that's my aunt," I said while glancing at her.

"Where?"

I point my finger at Aunt Carlotta.

"Oh it's that your aunt...in a police suit?" Flossie asked in a questionable look while glancing at her.

"Yeah."

"She's a policewoman," Flossie glanced at me again with a little smile.

"Well...probably. But she's actually a security officer, working at the Baltimore-Washington Security Task Force. She works at the southeastern office where she receives guard missions to some places where she guards buildings at nights but she also my mom's sister and because of my aunt has a job price, my mom had to paid her to care of me after school; she's my bodyguard."

"Oh she is."

"Yep. Nice talk but I gotta go, see ya tomorrow," I said before starting to leave.

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In a matter of seconds, Aunt Carlotta stop pacing and took a glance of me as I approached her.

"Hey there Diarumid," Aunt Carlotta said to me.

After watching both me and my aunt leave at the same time the school buses already leaving, Flossie then turn her eyes slightly to the right where she saw Cressida heading back towards the entrance, eventually heading towards her. It seems that Cressida miss the bus; just like Flossie was hoping for...half of it yet. Flossie decided to give Cressida a talk.

"Fucking shit!" Cressida said in a frustration tone.

"Oh yeah," Flossie said as she smiles while folded her arms. "You miss the bus."

Cressida stopped and glanced at her. "Flossie what the fuck are you doing here?" She asked.

"What the fuck am I doing here?" Flossie asked with her eyebrows slightly raised.

"Yeah," Cressida nodded.

"I was just simply waiting for my car ride."

"Then why are you smiling at me when I missed the bus?"

"Because Cressida, you certainly don't have time management."

"Diarumid stopped me from walking as he decided to talk to me."

"Uh yeah but you could have walked a little bit earlier while you're still talking to him. Trust me, he's not the problem; he's the one who's probably taking care of you. And me."

"Wait were you talking to him?"

"Uh yeah I did talked to him-" "Did he miss the bus as well?"

Flossie kiss her teeth and roll her head as she found out that Cressida knew very little about my transportation. "No dumbass," she said to Cressida.

"He doesn't ride a bus. I was gonna finish my sentence before you interrupted me; you certainly don't know how did he get home. Me and Diarumid walked out and soon as we exit out of the building, his aunt is there. Oh, and I ask him questions."

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"Yeah you should've know better," Flossie smiles again. "Going to the bus on time. But," she nods. "I'm pretty sad to say that I'm glad that you're getting an ass-whuppin from your mother."

Cressida was shocked, shocked that Flossie know what will happen to her if she misses the bus. "How the fuck did you know that?" Cressida asked with her eyes squinted.

"Oh you wanna take a guess?" Flossie asked.

"Oh sure I would take a guess," Cressida nodded. "You were spying on both me and Diarumid."

Flossie chuckles as she knew that Cressida's guess wasn't a good one.

"Wow you're so incorrect," she said to her.

Cressida sighs in frustration. "Okay can you tell me how did you know?"

She asked.

"I was getting off the school newspaper class after Diarumid did and I stopped and saw him and you talking to each other." Flossie then unfolded her arms. "That's how I know about your ass-whuppin comment. I can tell you probably didn't notice I was standing there a few blocks apart."

Cressida rolls her head. "Okay I didn't notice you were there. Have you ever got your ass whupped?"

"Hey guys!" Shouted a voice coming from behind them.

Cressida and Flossie (with her slightly turned around) looked at the back to find Ms. Kelly, the same security woman who called out Cressida and me for 'lollygagging' when we're heading into our homeroom, who is standing behind the right tail end of the school entrance and three blocks behind the girls while waving a walkie-talkie she's holding on her right hand.

"Who are you guys waiting on?" Ms. Kelly asked.

"Oh I just missed the bus," Cressida said.

"I'm just waiting for my mom to pick me up," Flossie said.

"Well you mam better call your parents to drag their asses out to come and get you," Ms. Kelly said to Cressida.

Cressida sighed.

"Don't give me a sigh, you make the decision to miss the bus."

"I did not make the decision to miss the bus,� Cressida said.

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"But look I was from ISS-" "It doesn't matter."

"Why do you don't matter? Why are so many teachers don't matter when I'm trying to defend my judgment?"

Ms. Kelly fell silent, not answering any of her questions.

Cressida glanced at her frustratedly hoping for answers.

Instead Ms. Kelly refused. "I think you should better call you parents now than asking me so many unnecessary questions," she said. "And you," she turned to Flossie. "You have about forty-five minutes to stand and wait for your mom to arrive. I'll be standing and waiting as well."

"Thanks," Flossie said. "Um what's your name?"

"Ms. Kelly."

"Nice to meet you."

Cressida already got a little bit mad because Flossie know what will happen to her when she gets home but Flossie doesn't know Ms. Kelly's name.

"You don't know her name?" Cressida asked Flossie while referring "her" to Ms. Kelly.

"I was simply and politely asking a question in the opposite way," Flossie said to Cressida. "It's nice to ask who that person's name is. Cressida, I don't know almost every single person's name in one normal head. And you don't know almost every single person's name in your head either."

"Well okay at least I understand you," Cressida said. "You're a brighter girl."

"And you're a loser. A sore loser."

"Hey will you two knock it off?!" Ms. Kelly shouted.

A few seconds later, Flossie's mom arrived in her white Volkswagen mini-van and parallel parked in front of the school entrance where the girls are standing.

"Well there she is," Flossie said with a smile, referring to her mom. She then glanced at Cressida again. "Well pigtail loser I hope you have an asswhuppin when your mom arrives," Flossie smiles evilly. "Or when you go home." She then headed towards her mom's mini-van. "Because," she stopped and turned around to glance at Cressida. "That's what you get when Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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you miss the bus," she said with a very loud whisper. "I give you an advise (be on time)."

"No Flossie I don't need an advice," Cressida said. "I already know how to be better using my time wisely."

"Okay very well then." Flossie turns back around and entered the minivan sitting in the front seat beside her mom.

Cressida feels she's been pissed off. Pissed off that Flossie has better (more satisfied) transportation than she has. She's also more than pissed off because she's the only student in the school right now. And standing behind Ms. Kelly and another familiar female staff member that she encountered earlier last morning.

Mrs. Williams, the same woman who got bumped into Cressida after they both staring at my big beautiful ass but blames Cressida for not paying attention, walks toward Ms. Kelly while watching Cressida and Flossie.

"Geez those two girls may not love each other," Mrs. Williams said to Ms. Kelly.

"Hey I already know what you have just said," Mrs. Kelly said.

The two women then watch Cressida as the pigtail girl tries dialing on her smartphone to get a call from her mother.

"Sorry this person you're calling is unable to reach your call," a smartphone voice said.

"Dammit!" Cressida whispered loudly.

"You couldn't get a phone call answered to you?" Mrs. Williams asked her.

Cressida glanced at the two women. Instead of answering the question Mrs. Williams asked or try making another call, she decided to have a better idea.

"You know what," Cressida said. "I'll better go walking instead."

"Well walk home mam," Ms. Kelly said with a brief wave.

"Yeah walk your behind home," Mrs. Williams said. "That's a better idea Cressida take those statements as insults to her gut. She believed that it doesn't matter whether she finds a way to remedy the situation as much as she can, they'll say that she'll make one bad decision one way or another Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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and they'll feel like she should deserves it. She always trying to be better but to no avail. "Fine," she said with a grin. "If you said so." She then starts walking off.

"Hey don't get mad at us," Mrs. Williams said. "Make your own better decisions next time!"

Cressida continues walking on the Northwest Street while carrying her purse. A few minutes later while she still far away from home in her walking distance, Cressida started to notice very strange with her walking as her walking speed is increasingly above normal. Then she begins to walk a little bit faster. "Wow that's unusual," she reacted. "I never walk this fast before."

Feeling she can go a little more further, she decides to walk EVEN FASTER! Suddenly she realized she's no longer walking but running. She's running while holding her purse. Going to push the slight boundaries, she devices to run FASTER and FASTER and FASTER until she notices that she's heading very closer to home...unusual than she thought. What thought to be a very long walk home for her unexpectedly turned into a speedrun home.

As she arrived, she extremely slows down, ironically wanted to know what just happened to herself and what did she just did.

Then she realizes that she forgot the fact that she has super speed. Yes, she has super speed; she just didn't remember she has them until now.

"Wait a minute," she said to herself with this realization settling into her. "I think I remember being a super-fast person, if not the fastest. Maybe I am one of the fastest and not the fastest."

Now that she super speedrun home, she now have to brace what happens next when she enters the house even though she long knew what's gonna happen.

"Alright here goes nothing," she said before started walking up the sidewalk to the entrance door.

Once she approached the entrance door, she press the doorbell and wait for a few seconds. Afterwards, the door opens and then...

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"Ow!" She yelled as she landed on that house yard on her behind. She then picked herself up from the ground and looked straight towards the person who punched her in the face: IT WAS HER MOM! Yep she punched her in the face. She's standing outside of the door entrance putting her hands on her hips with a grin look on her face.

Like Cressida, her mom is big and powerful. Although she doesn't have the physique features like Cressida, her mom is still a BIG-ASS weightlifter.

She's just a two-hundred plus-size woman with all the combination of the muscles of a buff woman and the superpowers of an extraordinary powerful girl injected within her plus-size body.

So her mom is a super extraordinary powerful woman in a plus-size body. And yes, she has bigger ass than both mine and Cressida's but let's be clear at least her butt is not TOO sexually attractive so thankfully I won't look at it from a sexy-crazy male perspective. By the way, their surname is Nollypollon and Cressida's mom's name is Ms. Nollypollon.

As Cressida looks at her mom's angry face, Cressida feels like she's in trouble. "Holy motherfucking shit!" she whispered loudly.

"Yeah holy motherfucking shit is right!" Ms. Nollypollon shouted.

Less than a minute later after Cressida entered back home, her fear and Flossie's hope - has come true: she got her ass kicked by her mom.

Literally. When she walked inside the entrance and got behind her mom, her mom kick her in the butt with her right foot.

"Ow!" Cressida cried and it left her pain, REAL pain in the butt. And that's what she's fearful about...at least.

However Ms. Nollypollon says that having your ass-kicked is part of her discipline punishment towards her daughter Cressida if she makes crucial mistakes. Such crucial mistakes include fallen asleep in the classroom, not doing what she told to do, etc.

"Yeah that's what you get Cressida!" Ms. Nollypollon shouted after she kicked her ass literally. "Why the hell did you miss the bus?! Just tell me the reason! I heard so many phone calls from you...but since I figure it out that you missed the bus I decided not to answer the phone.�

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even when she call her. She also couldn't believe that her mom know this, prompting her to ask her mom a question. "Mom how do you know I missed the bus?" She asked. "I try to call you...and when you didn't answer the phone-" "Cressida can you guess how do I know you missed the bus?" Ms. Nollypollon asked.

"Um...," Cressida tries to guess. "I...don't know," she slightly shrug her shoulders.

"You don't know?! Wow your brain must be on ice! Let me tell you how did I know: your friend Flossie texted me a message."

"Wait what," Cressida said.

"Your friend Flossie sent me a text message."

Cressida shook her head in disbelief. Flossie texted Ms. Nollypollon about this. "How does she ever know your phone number?" She asked as she approached her.

"Because you lost your emergency card."

Cressida raised her eyebrows. "I lost my what?"

"You lost your emergency card. Flossie saw it on the floor in English class when you left the room and she grab it and put it in her bookbag."

Cressida slapped her right hand on her face with frustration. "Oh my god I just can't believe it," she whispered to herself.

"Can't believe that you lost it?!" Ms. Nollypollon asked.

Cressida then uncovers her face and made big sigh. "I probably gonna whup her ass tomorrow," she said without looking while folding her arms.

"Yeah whup your friend's ass and you're gonna be in trouble once again and I'll whup your ass once again."

"When I'll come back home?" Cressida said with a nervous tone.

"No when I'll come back home! Now go to your room and do your homework and stop talking to me! For now!"

While you might seem that Ms. Nollypollon is a stay-home mom, that's because she is...but in the daytime. She actually does go to work...at nights.

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But she takes the shortcut way by using public transportation instead. She has a motorcycle to ride to the Metro train station. Even though there's no regular vehicle parking, she park her motorcycle at the bike rack. If you want to know what motorcycle she rides, she rides the Strawberry XP. Yep the same motorcycle that my mom has but the color of it is blue. After parking, she then went into the train station, rode a train to Silver Spring and walked into the BW headquarters.

The evening.

"Oh so she engaged into a fart contest?" Clarabelle asked. She and my other best friend Angelica were all doing the study group when a phone conversation interrupted it.

I was at the other side of the call.

"Yeah Cressida did engage in a fart war with Ms. Harris after a shouting match," I said to the Js. "So she was given the rest of the week suspension with bunch of female bodyguards to not let her leave the room except for the bathroom."

"And that when she goes to the bathroom...I believe that she would be escorted by one of the bodyguards in order to go there," Clarabelle said. "It's that correct?"

"I don't know Clarabelle. All she told me that she was given suspension the rest of the week with bodyguards because of a fight. That's all she told me."

Clarabelle sighed. "Well that's enough talk...unfortunately."

"Yeah you guys doing your study group now?” I asked.

"Yep. Even though this is the first day of school, we had been given homework. Well homework that is studying for an upcoming class lesson in the next few school days. We have to study as early as possible."

"Well do your early studying girls! Just do the early best as you can!

And just try not be distracted by what I just told you guys about Cressida! I'm pretty hope that Cressida will be fine in the next coming days. So good luck!"

"Thank you," Clarabelle said. "And thanks for notifying about Cressida And thanks for saying good luck Diarumid.

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It was the evening. And my mom wasn't here yet until about a few minutes. But as of now, I got my aunt, Aunt Carlotta, also known as my mom's sister. She serves as the security guard of my house - and a home bodyguard to protect me - whenever my mom isn't around. Unlike my mom, Aunt Carlotta works at the Baltimore-Washington Security Task Force, located at the Southeastern neighborhood of Washington DC (and several locations at Maryland and Northern Virginia). There, she takes security guard missions taking placing at buildings to watch any suspicious surroundings very closely that will try to disrupt operations. Basically she's guarding buildings so that they can be extremely safe. So far she has an excellent track record. (Way to go, Aunt Carlotta!) As well as most of her colleagues so, with being my mom's sister, it's absolutely no-brainer that she would guard my house when my mom is away. The catch is that my mom would have to pay her sister some money to benefit her sister's job in the house. As if my mom was paying a service even though any member of our family took a job on it. But on the bright side, Aunt Carlotta made a deal with my mom that my mom can only pay half the price so that my mom won't run into debt.

Currently right now, after making a phone call with one of my best friends, I'm at the kitchen cooking dinner for me and my mom. And since Aunt Carlotta is here, I'm also making dinner for her as well. Basically, I'm cooking for the three of us. I'm pretty sure all of three get what we wanted something special for dinner that Monday...besides our usual meals: a bigass chicken quesadilla. Yep, me, my aunt and my mom wanted that meal for that day. There has been so many people eating about it and talking about; we just wanted to try out this food. Now less than hours before I cook, I study both the ingredients and the recipe for the chicken quesadilla printed from the Baltimore-Washington food recipe website. This is pretty much the fourth time I study this: me and my mom got pretty much all of the ingredients when we went into the grocery store around the town center last Saturday, just two days before the first day of high school. Despite being the most talked-about meal, we never try it right away when we went back home. I haven't fully studied the recipe yet and my mom was...I don't know, lazy to read it. (My mom was at work this Saturday so I have to stay in my Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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other aunt's house until my mom picked me up.) So we decided to postpone it to today; it's not like we desperately wanted to try it out, we brought the ingredients because everyone in Baltimore-Washington is say how good the chicken quesadilla is. And since Aunt Carlotta never eat that food and wanted to try it out (my mom called her on the phone while we're at the store), we brought some extras as well.

Once again, I'm in the kitchen cooking at the stove. Wearing nothing but a pair of tightly-whities and a sports bra. And as Aunt Carlotta is walking by, she started to see something that is a body part of me like she had never seen before. She's now amazed at the amount of junk in my trunk. Or to put this way, the big size of my backside. (She already knows that I'm wearing a bra and didn't really mind that.)

"That's a lovely butt of yours Diarumid," Aunt Carlotta said.

I paused cooking and glanced at her over my shoulder. "Thank you," I said.

"Did you did your butt workouts this morning before school?" Aunt Carlotta asked as she slowly entering the kitchen, approaching beside me. "I heard you're exercising your wonderful behind."

"Yep," I turned back around to continue cooking. "I'm doing butt workouts every five days a week, excluding holidays. But no," I quickly shook my head. "I didn't do butt workouts this morning nor I wouldn't even do it for the rest of the weekday mornings from now on due to how early this high school is." Indeed, Washington Montgomery High School opens about two hours earlier than my former middle school and I have to wake up at 6am to get to high school compared to being waking up at about...I don't know between 7:30am to 8 or actually 7am to 7:30am or even earlier than that. Yeah, I usually woke up at around seven to seven thirty, even though you if you as a normal person would normally wake up at eight.

But the reason why I usually wake at seven am when I was a middle school-age kid is because I regularly do butt workouts in the gym for about thirty minutes (the gym is a few blocks from my home). The summer before sixth grade, I was inspired to do these sort of exercises by a front cover of the June issue of The Washington Post Magazine (actually published in May, which is ahead of the following month) which featured a twelve-year-old boy Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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(I was eleven at the time of this issue) named Johnny Monbottom posing from his back and showing his big bubble butt with the headline "How Does This Boy Do That?" And it has a pretty much twenty-page feature that includes his butt workouts, basically showing what the headline is asking.

There is a no-squat, no-lunge version if you a person who has knee problems and Johnny has a brother who try it and it actually worked; trust me, this version works for the better. But I wonder if I'll try the regular one where Johnny is currently doing. And I always wanted a big butt so much so when I saw that magazine's issue featuring Johnny, I was shocked, amazed, and curious all at the same time that I wanted to do try that out. And to my surprise, Johnny's butt workout have actually worked for me one year later and continues to work for the next years and so and still to this day. This is the explanation of how I got my big beautiful rounded bubble butt. If you want to tell you why, I just gave it to you: I always wanted a big butt. But if you really want a detailed explanation, you just have to wait for a while.

"I would like to ask your mom's permission to take a picture of your butt," Aunt Carlotta said. "Because I never seen your butt like that before."

I slightly glanced at her with a skeptical look.

"I absolutely loves your bottom more than your mom does,� she said.

"Really?" I asked before I turned back to cooking.

"I mean look at your butt," Aunt Carlotta said, taking another look at it.

"Isn't that awesome?!"

"Yes," I said with a bit annoyed look.

"Can't stop taking my eyes off of it."

I paused cooking and completely turned around at her while stretching my arms and placing both of my hands on the handle of the stove. "So you saying you can't stop staring at my butt," I said to her.

"Nope," she paced briefly. "Not at all."

"But you're at my face right now. I hide my big beautiful backside behind the stove - for only less than a minute - so that you won't get distracted by my sexy body part."

"Oh really," she put her hands on her hips.

"Could you stop being distracting and continue your house-guarding?"

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I sighed.

"How many times have you been looking at my butt?"

"Um once," Aunt Carlotta quickly nodded. "For only about a few minutes."

I took a beat for a few seconds.

"Okay," I said as I turned back completely around to concentrate on cooking. "You can check out my butt." I then glance over my shoulder at her.

"If you want to."

Minutes later when the chicken quesadillas as well as our usual dinner meals are cooked well done and there are six plates and two of which belongs to the three of us but since my mom hasn't arrived yet I only pass four plates, two of which goes to me and Aunt Carlotta.

"Um where's your mom she supposed to be here less than a half-hour ago?" Aunt Carlotta asked as she reached for her plate.

I stopped after I placed my two dishes on my side of the table and got confused as I thought it would better for her to call my mom rather than ask me. "I think she's running a bit late."

"Has she called you?"

"Err no," I shook my head.

"Well then call her I'm eating," and immediately, Aunt Carlotta really start eating...like a pig. Yep she's eating her chicken quesadilla like a pig. I can see her slapping her mouth and not fully eating with her mouth closed.

Disgusting, right?

But nevertheless I was told by her to call my mom. What? Is my mom having a problem with my aunt that they don't like each other? Or is my aunt lazy enough to call her that she asked me instead? While I don't want to ask my aunt to get into her business because I would believe she would say nasty things if the former question becomes true, I'll think my aunt asked me to know my mom is simply because I'm a young man (also known as a teenage boy but still) and her assumption I believe is that I'm a young man who has the cachet to help out a female member in the family. And her assumption and the fact that I was called to call her really irritates me when Aunt Carlotta has a smartphone. 'Sigh' I feel like from the masculine inside of me that I have to backtalk so that my aunt can use her phone to call her, not Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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me. But backtalk will never work; instead it'll put me in a losing battle that I already lost since Aunt Carlotta is calling the shots at me. I feel frustrated about this.

When I almost about to call after I pull my smartphone off the table, I hear a doorbell rang. I went out of the kitchen and went towards the entrance door and opened it; it's my mom.

"Good evening Diarumid," she said to me.

"Good evening," I said while folding my arms. "I almost about to call you before you came."

She then stopped and glanced at me. "You were worrying about me?"

She asked.

"Well no your security officer sister wants me to call you and...she's eating like a pig."

"I know she's eating like a pig; she's like that and I don't blame her."

She then carried her bag and started walking through the entrance room and entering the kitchen. "Good evening Carlotta," she said to her.

"Good evening," Aunt Carlotta said while talking when she's mouthful.

Apparently my mom doesn't care or concern about it; Carlotta is her sister and she couldn't do anything to stop from eating while talking or eating like pig. One time when my mom tried to tell her, Carlotta refused and shot back to her saying that my mom can't tell her what to do. A couple of times later, same thing, Aunt Carlotta refuses and continues to do her way. So yeah Aunt Carlotta is used to doing that. And my mom is used to don't mind that.

I know that women can do whatever they want and not told what to do and Aunt Carlotta is a woman (and so is my mom). But I also know that eating food like a pig and talking with your mouthful are not really polite.

And I just want to simply tell her that both of them are kinda rude and I want her to just...stop eating like that. In a nice way. I know I wouldn't succeed in this because of what I just said about women not happy of being told by men what to do. But I'll give it a try. Maybe I should explain instead of asking; that'll be a great idea. I hope.

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into the kitchen to come to my left side of the table and face Aunt Carlotta.

"Um Aunt Carlotta," I said to her. As I look up, I still see her chopping her mouth and I can pretty tell it's a disgusting scene to watch. But still I tried to be calm and not to exchange an annoying look on my face at her. So here I go.

"Yes," Aunt Carlotta said.

"I know you would love to do what you want. And that's nice for me to see it and for you to do that." As I start explaining, Aunt Carlotta's slopping eating has beginning to slow down. Slowly slow down. "I am a teenage boy and I'm not trying to tell you what to do or discourage you from doing what you love to do...but..."

Aunt Carlotta is still eating like a pig...but she's beginning to slow down.

"But I'm gonna tell you something,” I continued. “Something that is a fact. A real fact from the real world." But then I kinda paused my explanation on the expression that Aunt Carlotta know what I'm about to say...and didn't care.

However Aunt Carlotta didn't say anything yet. Instead of saying, "Yeah I know, I get that," she said: "Go ahead Diarumid. You can talk to me whatever you want."

My eyebrows were slightly raised when she said that. "Wait," I said.

"Do you know what I'm gonna say?"

"Um well...I don't know," she said. "I don't know if you gonna talk about my work and position in the security office team force because I'm a woman or is the fact that I'm bothering you?"

I shook my head. "No I love you as a security office and no you aren't bothering me. It's just that...the way...that you're eating."

"Oh. Yeah," she nods while slightly glanced away from me. "Riighht," she said like she knew it.

"See I know you love to eat the way you loved to eat," I continued.

"But...the problem here is that your way of eating will cause people to walk away from you and you could be seen by them as the most disgusting woman on the planet."

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And as soon as she asked that question, I knew it right away that I'm not gonna succeed in this as she seems that she want to argue that because that's what females do and I'm afraid that she will argue back at what she doing, which makes me even more worried that I won't convince her even in a nicest way at a. But I don't want to get into argument; once again I'm trying make a clear explanation without anything negative.

I took a deep breath as I try my best not to engage into an argument or try to make her mad. I'm still trying to let her know that eating like a pig will cost her some seriously consequences. "Listen," I said to her. "I know...that you as a woman won't care about what I'm about to say because I'm a male, a young male."

And suddenly Aunt Carlotta stopped chewing and swallowed her bite.

And she now start talking politely.

Wow, I thought to myself. I think it's starting to actually work. My nice talk actually starts to work. And I don't want one single thing to ruin it.

"Why did you think I would not care?" She asked...without eating this time. "Why did you think that I would be eating without my mouth closed in public?"

"Because, like I said, you're a woman. And while I don't want say you're part of it, there are some women who are crazy and don't care." I'm carefully trying hard not to get onto her or get harsh on her. "What I'm trying to answer is that you're a woman who does whatever she wants and not told what to do...," I then sighed. "...and sometimes when some things you wanted to do can really annoy people, especially people around you."

"Okay Diarumid listen," she begins to talk.

My mom carries her dishes of chicken quesadilla and her usual meals to the table. "Is Diarumid trying to stop you from eating like a snob?" She asked when she sat down beside her.

"Excuse me mam can you please shut up," Aunt Carlotta told my mom.

"You worry about how are you eating okay?"

My mom put her hands in the air. "No problem," she said as she starts using her knife and fork to eat her chicken quesadilla while staying out of the conversation with her. "I'll just eat my chicken food."

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"Whatever!"

Aunt Carlotta sighs before she glanced back at me. "Listen Diarumid," she said to me.

"Go ahead mam," I said as I take a seat and rather eat later. "I'm listening."

"I like the fact that you said that I'm a woman who do what I want to do," she said. "And that's great. And sure you're just want to make reminder to me - not a complaint - about how I eat."

Carenza started to notice at Aunt Carlotta's mouth. "Girl you stopping slapping your mouth," my mom said to her.

"That's because of your son," Aunt Carlotta said to her. "Your son had some thoughtful ideas about my eating habits than you. Diarumid is making me change the way how will I eat...in a nice thoughtful way."

My mom kiss her teeth...but not because she didn't like, she loves what I'm trying to do (though she didn't complement me that much) it's just that she didn't like comparing herself to me. That's why she kissed her teeth.

"That's the worst comparison I ever heard," she said to Aunt Carlotta.

"Whatever, I'm better than you," Aunt Carlotta said.

"You're what?!" My mom raised her eyebrows.

Aunt Carlotta make a stare at her for a few seconds, not repeating of what she had just said. "You know what, let me finish talking to him for a sec," she said before glancing back at me again. "So Diarumid, I appreciate your concerns very well," she said to me. "Let me tell I only slapping mouth wherever I eat in private or with your mom, who can't even stand with the way I loved to eat."

I got a little confused. "Then why you did eat like that in front of my mom," I said. "Because she's your sister?"

"Correct, whenever your mom is around, I slap my mouth. The reason why I'm doing this is I'm creating gas in my body, super gas. I'm sucking air while I slapping my mouth so I can really pass gas."

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Chapter 15 Meanwhile several miles away from where we live is Georgetown, part of Northwest D.C. Meanwhile the Georgetown Waterfront Park and the Washington Harbor are surrounded by the Potomac River. But right across when you enter at the middle of the Harbor from Whitehurst Fwy NW is the Georgetown Waterfront-National Harbor Ferry, which is also part of the Potomac River.

Floating several miles in-between the Washington Harbor and almost the Theodore Roosevelt Island (where the Theodore Roosevelt Island National Memorial), is a boat. A big white boat. On board are two young white men with very short hair and short t-shirts and jeans. They're holding their binoculars to take closer looks on what they find around Georgetown and the island. Up front, above the sky and on the river.

"You see anything?" White man #1 asked.

"What did you say?" White man #2 asked as he glanced backward over his shoulder while elbowing both of elbows on the front edge of the boat.

White man #1, who stands on the other side of the boat, take his own binoculars off of his eyes and glanced at the other man, who is a friend to him.

"I said have you found anything yet?" White man #1 said to him.

"Nope not yet," white man #2 said before he glanced back up front and look through his own binoculars again. "I haven't seen anything yet. Do you?"

White man #1 put back his own binoculars again. "Nope me neither," he said. "But hopefully if we found something, it will be spectacular."

"You sure bet," white man #2 agreed with a chuckle.

While they continue to find something spectacular, they suddenly saw something coming from under the water. Something big coming towards the men.

White man #1 start to notice when he glance at the water. He takes a closer look at it. "I think I find something," he said.

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approached towards his friend.

"It's coming right towards us," White man #1 said. From his point of view through his binoculars, a black shadow in a form of a human is swimming towards them. As it get closer and closer, that shadow figure begins to be turned out to be a woman. A black woman, that is. Very big than usual. As the black woman swims under the boat, the two white men approached towards the front side of the boat as they followed her. And they approached that side, as they watch the black woman approaching from the other side after she swim under the boat. She kept swimming and she swim towards the Thompson Boat Center until she stops mid-way. She wasn't even reached yet. But she stopped mid-way.

The white men starts to wonder.

"How the fuck did the black woman swim under this huge river?"

White man #2 asked. "Without a problem?"

"I have no idea," White man #1 said while shaking his head.

Then after she stopped swimming, the black woman swims out of the water and float herself with only her legs still covered on the water while wearing a one-piece bathing suit. She took a deep breath as she glance over at the skyline of the Washington Harbor complex.

As they watch the black woman from the back as she's floating in the water, the two white men start making comments about her.

"Whoa well you look at that," White man #1 said.

"I know," White man #2 said.

"Would you like to take a look at her boobs and ass," White man #1 glanced at his friend. "Since she's black?"

"Yeah," White man #2 glanced at him with a smile before glancing back at her back. "I would definitely touch her by the pussy."

They laughed.

Hearing over the comments and the laughing, the big black woman starts to feel some strong emotions running through her head in reaction to what the white men said. But she didn't look back yet. In fact she didn't need to; she already knows that there's white men behind her without ever seeing them yet. But whenever one of them say a really nasty thing to her, she would look behind her and respond with an attack. She sighed. Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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"I certainly want to kick those misogynist asses," she said quietly to herself.

"Hey nice butt, black bitch!" White man #1 said.

"Yeah I can come over here and fuck you up!" White man #2 said. "And even touch your phat ass!"

That comment made her so enraged that she just want to do something to them in an angry response. She glanced over her shoulder at the white men with a furious look on her face.

The white men's smiles fade into horror as they glanced at her angry face.

"Um...," the white men said as they're awkwardly lost.

"Oh yeah like you think you gonna do it!" The big black woman said to them. "But not to me."

"Um...well you better stay away from us."

"You think I'll leave you two alone?" She chuckle. "Well this is what you get." She turn her face back up. Then she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She slowly stick her butt slightly up as the same time...

"FAAAARRRRRTTTT!" She ripped a SUPER STRONG POWERFUL-ASS FART with SUCH FORCE resulting A BIG-ASS TIDAL WAVE that's coming towards the two white men and their boat.

As they watch the tidal wave approaching towards them, the two white men quickly realizes that they have very little time to respond...because the tidal wave is coming pretty due to the force of it.

"Holy fucking shit we gotta get the fuck outta here," white man #1 said as he and the other white man raced to turn the boat around.

But it's already too late. The tidal wave reached and turned the boat over upside down with the two white men falling into the water.

The big black woman glanced over her shoulder again. The wave has been dissipated, the boat was turned over and the two white men have disappeared. She sighs for relief before she turned slightly left and started swimming faster and faster towards the Washington Harbor.

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she reached, she pull her right hand out of the water and placed on the ground and underneath the rail. She then pull her left hand out and placed it on the top of the rail. She started to climb above the rail and jumped on the ground SO HARD that it literally shake the earth. People kept their balance steadily as she shook the earth. They then started wondering to themselves why is she doing here.

"Well hi," she said to them. "Do you guys wanna kick my ass...or kiss my ass?"

Another white man, who apparently watched the whole situation unfold, decides if it's a good idea to fight the big black woman in retaliation.

"Well I wanna kick your ass," White man #3 said while proudly placing his hands on his hips. "Because you kill those two men, I have the power to kill you too."

"Well show me," she said in a sassy way. "Show me that you can kick my ass. Show me that you actually have the power to kill me because I can tell you you're weaker than me."

"NO I AM NOT!" White man #3 shouted before he runs towards her, leaps high, striking a kung-fu pose while aiming both of his feet towards her in the chest. But when his feet kick her in the chest, she doesn't move at all.

His kick apparently doesn't work. Instead, he was bounce back and landed on his butt. He literally shaking his head as he saw the big black woman still standing. He gets up, run towards her again, and tried to kick her again.

"OWWW!" He cried as he ended up injured himself with his right foot instead of her being physically injured. He rubs his foot as he glanced back at her, who still didn't move.

"So you still think you have the power to...kick my you know what?"

She asked him as she folded her arms and smiled.

"Eye...uh...," he struggled to answer.

She then glance at the rest of the people. "Anyone who like to join him and try kicking my ass?" She asked everyone else.

Meanwhile, Cressida is talking to her best friend Clarabelle while they riding on their Capital Bikeshare bikes. They're riding towards Georgetown.

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money for," Clarabelle said to Cressida.

"Look Clarabelle I'm doing this for you so that we can ride and talk," Cressida said. "These kinds of bikes cost money and I know you don't have any money so I have to pay double the price because I don't want you to miss out this kind of fun with me."

"Yeah I understand but when it comes to your money - and your time don't you think you should have think wisely before you do it?"

"Well...I guess so but there are things that I really have to buy that I don't want to get miss out on and there are things that I have to pay in order to keep it up and running."

"Like what?" Clarabelle asked.

"You know the clothes, the makeup and...the streaming music service."

"What?!" Clarabelle raised her eyebrows. "You pay for that streaming music service?"

"Yeah," Cressida nod without a concern.

"I know I want that streaming service too because I love Taylor Swift, BeyoncĂŠ, Nikki, and all. But I can't pay it because I don't have any money for it."

"That's why I pay a shared account for you so that you and I can share music."

"Well that's very nice of you Cressida but I probably think you should watch where your money is going because the more money you spent the more money you have to pay the credit card company...if you have a credit card."

"I do have a credit card. I watch how I spent my money and how much money do I have left that I have to pay so that I won't get any trouble with my credit card."

"And how's that gonna work?" Clarabelle asked.

"I will look over the bills and I will look over the price before buying it."

"But you said you just said that you buys thing that you really don't want to miss out, how is that working out for you?"

"Clarabelle relax you worry about yourself than mine. I can handle it myself."

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Their conversation got interrupted by a sound of screams and followed by a small stampede of people running towards them.

Cressida and Clarabelle hit the brakes as they got confused when they saw the stampede running past them.

"Um what's going on Cressida?" Clarabelle asked without looking.

Cressida looks back upfront. "There's something big threatening the people of Washington DC happening right now," Cressida said.

"Should we head to see who that threatening person is?" Clarabelle asked.

"Clarabelle I know who the threatening person is," Cressida said.

"Come with me and don't get left behind."

Cressida and Clarabelle start peddling again, this time with a lot of speed as they're racing towards the threat.

When they reached towards the end of the boardwalk of the Washington Harbor, where the threat is and also the big fountain isn't operating for the day, they saw something that they have never seen before: someone unusual buff and big. It's the big black woman who is now left alone after everyone else fleeing. She was watching the river while placing both hands on the rail.

Cressida and Clarabelle hit the brakes again as they glanced at her back already turned away from them.

"Hey there BITCH!" Cressida shouted at the big black woman.

The big black woman glanced over her right shoulder. "Excuse me," she said to them. "What did you just called me?" She asked as her body turned completely around and she start walking towards them slowly.

"I said 'hey there BITCH' that's what I said," Cressida didn't hesitate to repeat those words. She wasn't scared of what the big black woman will do to her and/or her best friend.

"Oh so you're calling me a bitch huh," the big black woman said. "And you have a white best friend huh."

That comment have made Cressida raised an eyebrow. "Whoa wait hold up," she said. "I'm a black woman who can be friends with ANYONE no matter of race, ethnicity, religion, etc. And you know what, I'm a black woman who's very proud of having a white woman who is my ally." Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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"Um thanks," Clarabelle said awkwardly to Cressida.

"You're welcome."

"Oh that's very nice of you," the big black woman said to Cressida. "I hope you two can get your asses kicked."

"Well what the fuck is your name?" Cressida asked as she walks forward "What the fuck is my name?" The big black woman said as she, too, walks forward.

"Yeah what the fuck is your name you big buff muscle-ass bitch!"

The big black woman stopped and starts to introduce herself. "I. Am. THE GODDESS OF WASHINGTON!" Yep the big black women turned out to be The Goddess of Washington.

The Goddess of Washington is not only the biggest badass woman in the world but also the BIGGEST, BADEST, BUFFIEST, BEEFIEST, MOST SUPER POWERFUL, SUPER SMARTEST, SUPER STRONGEST, SUPER TOUGHEST, SUPER FASTEST...I can go on and on because The Goddess of Washington has almost ALL OF SUPERPOWERS. Basically, she is the ULTRA POWERFUL PERSON in the world. If men would even try to kick her ass, they'll be dead big time. Now she wonders if women - especially super women - are capable of trying to kick her ass. "And you know what I have enough strength to kick both of your asses," she continued.

Cressida laughs off. "I don't think so," she said sarcastically.

"You don't think so?" The Goddess of Washington said in a serious tone.

"Yeah I don't think you have all the power to try and kick my ass," Cressida folded her arms while nodding. "Trust me you'll be dead when you try a throw a punch at me; I'll duck and I'll punch you in the face."

"Then show me what you got."

"Okay. Punch me."

The Goddess then try throwing a punch at Cressida with her left fist.

But Cressida dodged it.

The Goddess try throwing a punch at her again. She still missed; Cressida dodged it again. Then The Goddess try throwing another punch, this time with her right fist. Once again, Cressida dodged it.

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"Okay Cressida," she said. "Give it a shot to punch me in the face and let's see if you're better than me."

"Okay," Cressida said. She then throw a punch at The Goddess to try and see if she really succeeded it. But to Cressida's shock, The Goddess dodged her first strike. Cressida throws a punch again and again; The Goddess dodge both of her strikes.

Then The Goddess makes a striking move against Cressida who has very little time to react. The Goddess SUPER PUNCHES her in the face with SO MUCH FORCE that she was sent flying SO FAST away from the Harbor and landed on the road on her butt before she got crashed into a small part of the American Institutes for Research building near Winehurst NW on her back.

"Ow!" Cressida said quietly as she got injured. "That gotta hurt."

"IT BETTER BE HURT CRESSIDA!" The Goddess echoes at her.

Apparently The Goddess also has SUPERHUMAN HEARING as well.

Cressida got shocked that The Goddess know her name. While Cressida did ask The Goddess' name is, Cressida didn't really introduce herself while The Goddess didn't even ask Cressida's name too. In fact, given her SUPER INTELLIGENCE, The Goddess didn't have to even ask Cressida's name...somehow.

"How the fuck did you know my name?" Cressida asked as she picked herself up from consciousness.

"Oh it's none of your business!" The Goddess shouted as she crossed both of her fingers placing both of her hands upfront and shoots out ENERGY BLAST out of her hands heading towards Cressida. But Cressida crossed her fingers and hands using her FREEZE POWER to FREEZE THE BLAST IN ICE! The Goddess quickly raised her eyebrows in shock that Cressida has prevented the blast from hitting her like The Goddess have intended it.

Then even more shocking to The Goddess, Cressida SUPER KICK THE ICY BALL WAY FAST QUICKLY APPROACHING TOWARDS The Goddess AND HIT HER IN THE FACE, SENDING HER FLYING AND LANDED BACK AT THE RIVER! SPLASH! As The Goddess went back on the water.

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ball that was used to be an energy blast quickly started to melt. Clarabelle quickly ran beside her best friend to look up to her for a moment.

"Hey best friend are you okay?" Clarabelle asked her."

"Yeah," Cressida said. "I'm fine."

"What part did the god demon bitch hurt you?"

"Um...my butt cheek and a little bit of my back."

"Hmm," Clarabelle placed her finger on her chin while placing her right hand on her right hip. "Is it okay that I kiss your butt cheeks and back to make the pain go away?" She asked.

"Um...," Cressida thought for a moment because while having her best friend giving her a compliment is good, she wonder if butt-kissing is appropriate or not and also wonder if it's okay for her to let her best friend literally kiss her butt and back to smoothing the pain.

"Um actually uh...," Cressida struggled to answer. Then she got an alternative. "Actually you can rub it," she said. "But not kiss it."

"Oh...," Clarabelle responded awkwardly. "Okay."

But then The Goddess starts to regain balance and consciousness on the water. "HEY!" She shouted as she rises up with the rising water now reaches her hips and with her legs going onto the water again.

Cressida and Clarabelle glanced at The Goddess.

"YOU THINK THIS WILL STOP ME?!" The Goddess pointed her finger at the icy ball, which has been melted. "I DON'T THINK SO! Yep you guys are going to be SPLASHED and SOAKED with water!" She then spins her hands in the air twisting the water into a WATER BALL. She then SPIN-KICKS IT towards Cressida and Clarabelle.

But Cressida and Clarabelle uses both of their hands in the air creating a TEAM FORCE FIELD, effectively blocking the attack and prevented the water ball from going through them.

"HA YOU MISSED!" Cressida and Clarabelle both shouted together.

"Oh okay," The Goddess nodded her head. "Bet that I'm not gonna miss again!" She lifted her hands up, pulling water out once again. She then spin her hands in the air, twisting the water into ANOTHER WATER BALL and then she SPIN-KICKS again towards Cressida and Clarabelle. This time, she kicked it SO FAST that IT HIT THEM HARD WITH SUCH FORCE, SPLASHING THEM Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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AWAY FROM THE RAIL AND LANDED ON THE ICE RINK. The Goddess then uses a finger and spin it in the air creating a sinking water around her. Then she places both of her hands above the water with her palms facing the sinking water creating a clear liquid substance - known as chi - that is quickly building up in her abdomen, going up her chest and into her arms and hands.

As Cressida and Clarabelle pulled themselves up soaked and wet, they watched in slight horror as the chi around The Goddess is coming out of the center of her palms and filling the sinking water. Once the sinking water is full of chi, she connects the chi in the water with the chi in her hands by imagining a strand of chi connecting her hand with the chi in the water above her. She then slowly lift her hands up feeling the chi tugging on the center of her palm as she lift the chi in the water that is connected with her hands, lifting herself with the water still covering her legs from the bottom of the river to the top of the river. She then moves towards the Harbor once again, turning the water into a WATER TORNADO. Cressida and Clarabelle reacted with their eyebrows raised. "Oh my god?" They said.

As the WATER TORNADO FAST-APPROACHING TOWARDS THEM, Cressida and Clarabelle quickly reacted with ANOTHER TEAM FORCE FIELD! But the water tornado from The Goddess is SO FAST and SO POWERFUL that when it touches the ground, IT SPLIT THE FORCE FIELD INTO HALF FOR A SECOND BEFORE EFFECTIVELY DESTROYING IT, SPLASHING THEM AGAIN AND SENDING THEM FLYING PAST Winehurst NW AND CRASHED INTO THE COLONIAL PARKING BUILDINGS; Clarabelle on Building #1 and Cressida on Building #2.

After that, The Goddess dissipates the water tornado and the water itself making her landed safely on the ground on both of her feet behind the ice rink. She sighed beautifully. "Now that's more like it," she said it like a defeating statement.

Cressida picked herself up from the debris and the rubble that picked up when she crashed into the building and speed-run towards her best friend Clarabelle, who is struggling to regain consciousness. "Hey you need a hand?" she asked her with very little bit of tiredness on Cressida's face. Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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Clarabelle slowly move her face and glanced at Cressida. "Yeah," she quietly said as she barley lift her behind from the ground while keeping her feet.

Cressida give her best friend a hand.

Clarabelle grabbed Cressida's hand to fully help pull herself from the ground.

"Ah thanks," Clarabelle said. "That bitch is trying to kill us."

The Goddess heard it even she's a bit far from them. "Uh yeah I am," she nodded.

Cressida and Clarabelle quickly glanced back at her as they raised their eyebrows, shocked that The Goddess can hear them from far back at the Harbor.

"How the fuck did you hear us?" Cressida asked The Goddess.

"Yeah from way over there?" Clarabelle asked, chiming Cressida.

"Like I answer to that other question of how do I know your name," The Goddess explains. "It's not any of your business!" She then throws a punch again with her right fist...but this time she stretches her right arm long and growing her fist big. She didn't have to move her body physically or run towards them; she had to stretch her arm long and grow her fist big in order to successfully aim towards them.

But when her growing fist reaches towards them, Cressida and Clarabelle roll their own respective fists and did a SUPER POWERFUL-ASS TEAM KNUCKLE PUNCH AGAINST THE GODDESS' FIST! THEIR TEAM PUNCH WAS SO POWERFUL THAT HER GROWING FIST STOPPED GROWING AND TURNING IT INTO BLOODY RED! "OWWW!" The Goddess scream in agony as she stretches her right back to normal length THAT FAST and starts gently rubbing her bloody red fist softly.

"Wow that was good punch Cressida," Clarabelle said.

"Not just a good punch Clarabelle," Cressida said. "But a definite kickass punch!"

They glanced at The Goddess once again.

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punching all the way towards us."

"Yeah so our knuckle punch is what you get for doing this," Clarabelle said.

The Goddess then glanced at them once again while she still rubbing her fist as they approached her. "Well nice job," she said pathetically towards them. "I'll give you two guys something-" But Cressida couldn't wait for The Goddess' next move; she already knew what it was as she can see the signals of The Goddess' hands and movements. Cressida immediately grabbed The Goddess' right arm. To The Goddess' shock.

"No you won't I'll give you something," Cressida told her. She then PULL her WAY UP from the ground, lifting her up from one side. She then turned around and SLAMMED HER ON THE BACK! SO HARD WITH FORCE THAT IT CREATES SEVERAL CRACKS ONTHE GROUND DAMAGING IT! Cressida let go The Goddess' right arm and PUNCHES HER IN THE CHEST! She pull her fist back from The Goddess and roll her fist to shoulder off the pain.

The Goddess breathes heavily and as she lay her head up glancing at Cressida, feeling really upset; she's upset because she's the most ultra powerful woman and given her ability she haven't been challenged at all.

Never. Until now. She thought she have all of her strength, super strength to kick the ass of this supposedly powerful woman that she thought the woman could be powerful enough to beat her. But now The Goddess of Washington believes that she have finally met her match. Cressida Nollypollon.

The Goddess of Washington unsurprisingly with enough strength of durability picked herself up from damaged ground and stands up.

Cressida step away from her, turned slightly back around and walked backwards until she reached beside Clarabelle.

The Goddess then turn back around and glanced at Cressida. "You think you defeated me enough?" she asked her. "Good for you. Because now you're not gonna defeat me any longer." She then started spinning herself and eventually turning into half-human HALF-TORNADO! To Cressida and Clarabelle's shock.

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then speed running herself with the VORTEX around Cressida and Clarabelle like a circle, PICKING UP HUGE AMOUNTS OF DEBRIS AND DUST SEVERELY KNOCKING OUT Cressida and Clarabelle IN THE PROCESS MAKING THEM COUGH REAL BAD! FOR A FEW SECONDS! Cressida and Clarabelle closed their eyed REALLY TIGHT as possible and try to cover their mouths to prevent the dust and the debris from going through their nose and their mouths. But it's no use; the dust and the debris are gaining SO MUCH POWER that Cressida and Clarabelle are starting to be unable to breathe. They eventually fall down to the ground as the dust and debris wreaking their balance.

Once Cressida and Clarabelle fall down, The Goddess slowly stop spinning around and dissipates the vortex turning herself back into a full complete human. She then glanced at Cressida and Clarabelle one more time. She sighed again, this time in a defiant tone. "Well I guess my job is done," she said. "For now...if these two super women have the strength again to try and kick my ass. But they're sick now but not dead. Why? Because I want to see if either of them will try again. But we'll never know."

The Goddess of Washington then started to grow ANGEL-LIKE WINGS FROM HER MUSCULAR BACK AND STARTS SPREADING THEM! "See ya later...bitches!" she said in an angry tone before she starts flying away.

Cressida and Clarabelle barley watch as the dust and the debris still falling around them, slightly blocking their view.

Meanwhile, I was riding my bike - well my regular bike - on Georgetown Avenue actually unaware of the same incident you readers are witnessing...until I when I almost reached the Washington Harbor, I saw smoke on the ground and when I take a closer look, I suddenly notice two familiar girls coughing and fanning the smoke away from the smoke. When one barley crawled out of the smoke, I immediately recognized this girl...and the other girl.

"Cressida!" I shouted as I started hurrying my bike towards two of my best friends for help. "Oh my freaking god are you guys okay?" I asked when I step out of my bike and reached towards Cressida first.

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"Well it doesn't sound like you guys are okay," I gave Cressida a hand.

"Is it okay if I can drag you out of the rubble?" I asked.

Cressida glanced at my hand before slowly looking up at me.

"Diarumid," she said my name.

I nodded.

"Of course you can drag me outta here," she gave me permission.

"Yeah," Clarabelle said like she barley talk.

Cressida slowly grab my hand and I drag her out of the smoke. I also walked toward my other best friend and dragged her out of the smoke too.

"Thanks," Clarabelle said.

"You're welcome I gotta do Cressida first."

I then approached back to Cressida and bent down to perform CPR on her in order to get the smoke out of her body. Afterwards I went back on Clarabelle and perform CPR on her to get the smoke out of her body as well.

"Alright are you okay now?" I asked Clarabelle as I kneel both of my knees down.

"Yep," she said in a now normal voice. "I'm okay."

I glanced at Cressida. "Are you okay Cressida?" I asked.

"Yep," she said. "I'm fine."

But I see that both of my best friends need the help to be pulled out of this rubble. The question is: should I carry them with my hands? Since they're my best friends, I'll definitely try. "Will it be okay if I can pull you out and carry you safely?" I asked Clarabelle. I gave her a hand once again and she grabbed my hand, pulling herself up while I was grabbing her hand to pull her up.

"Oh thanks Diarumid," Clarabelle said.

"Oh no problem," I said before I came back to Cressida. "Need a hand again to pull you up this time Cressida?" I asked.

"Sure," she said with a nod.

So I gave her a hand once again, she grabbed my hand and she pulled herself while I grab her hand to pull herself up.

"Thanks Diarumid," Cressida said. "You're the man."

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you guys a bit sick?"

"Yeah Cressida," Clarabelle said as she approached us. "We need help walking back home."

But Cressida wasn't sure; yes she need someone's help to carry her to home. But at the same time her mindset was that she only need help from a female and not a male. However since I'm a loyal friend to her, she decided to make me as an exception. "Well at least he's a good boy," she said to Clarabelle referring to me. "And not a bad boy so...let’s make the three of us home."

"That's what I like to hear," Clarabelle said.

"Alright let's do this," I said before I start carrying them. But man, she is heavy and so is Clarabelle but that doesn't mean I'm too hesitant to carry two super strong women. "But wait should we call someone?" I asked.

"Because it's going to be a very slow walk."

We then stopped for a moment and glanced at each other.

"Yeah you're right Diarumid," Cressida and Clarabelle said it together.

"Hey can you call your mom?" Cressida asked Clarabelle.

To which Clarabelle got annoyed. And for a good reason.

"Cressida you just want me to call my mom to pick you up to your house instead of your mom right?" Clarabelle said with an annoying look on her face.

"Well um...," Cressida went awkward.

"Because you think, you really think that your mom is treating you like an asshole to you, right?"

"Uh look...," Cressida said as she awkwardly shrugged her shoulders.

Clarabelle look point-blank at her like she had enough of her.

"Listen your mom is kinda nicer than my mom," Cressida tried to explain but in an awkward tone.

"Yes Cressida," Clarabelle nodded as he placed her right arm on her right hip. "But your mother also let me come in to your house and treated me nice you wanna know why?"

"Uhh...because you're so special?" Cressida guessed.

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she point a finger at Cressida. "In fact I wish all three of us are specials. But we're not. Cressida, the reason why your mom treated me nicer than you is because I'm not an asshole; I don't make mistakes or even stupid decisions than you do."

"Yeah but you slackin' at home so," Cressida tried to argue.

But Clarabelle knew that her best friend couldn't argue at her. "Listen," she said calmly. "Just call your mom."

Cressida sighs as she hesitated to do that but after a few seconds she reluctantly do it. "Fine Clarabelle," Cressida said as she pull out her smartphone out of her front pants pocket and starts dialing her mom's phone number. She then place it on her right ear, waiting for an answer.

"Hello," a different voice said over her phone.

"Hi uh...," Cressida was a bit confused considering it wasn't her mom but instead another of her family members. "Dad it's that you?" She asked.

"Yes Cressida," Mr. Nollypollon said. "I uh- your mom left the phone."

"What? Why?" "I have no idea," Mr. Nollypollon said awkwardly. "But um- anyway why did you called?"

"There was a fight going on and I got my butt kicked by some evil demon chick."

"Can you run super speed?"

"No I can't. I can barely run or even walk. Can you pick me up?"

"Yes. Where are you at?"

"I'm at The Washington Harbor. My female best friend can barely walk as well but I have my male best friend who is helping us out the best as he can."

"Alright I'll be there just hold on tight."

"Alright," Cressida nodded.

"And you and your girl BF keep closer to your boy BF. I think he's taking an awesome care of you and I think he's doing a good job."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Okay."

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heaviest super girls with both of my hands, there's a red Mazda SUV approaching towards. When it reached parallel, the front right side window opens; it's Mr. Nollypollon, Cressida's dad.

"Hey Dad," Cressida said with a slight smile.

"Hey daughter," Mr. Nollypollon waved. "Hey girlfriend, hey boy BF," he was saying hi to me and Clarabelle as well.

"Hey there Mr. Nollypollon," Clarabelle said.

"Hello sir," I said.

"Alright hold on," Mr. Nollypollon got out of the front wheel, walked around his vehicle and approached towards the three of us. He smiled. "Glad you're taking awesome care of my super daughter and Clarabelle young man," he said to me.

I smiled in response.

"Thanks," I said.

"You're welcome. Here I carry them," Mr. Nollypollon carefully pull Cressida, his daughter, out of my hand and carry her softly with both hands.

He opened the right back car door and carefully carry her over to the right back seat. "Let me carry the other girl," he said to me as he carefully pull Clarabelle out of my other hand and carry her softly with both of his hands.

He walked around the other side of his vehicle, open the left back car door for Clarabelle to be carried over to the left back seat.

"Man I never believed that I carry a whole lot of weight with these two super girls one-by-one," he said. "Damn I can barely hold either of them. Barely.

And man I can't believe that I'm carrying two super girls who substantially stronger than me." This is implying that Cressida and Clarabelle are really heavy for him to carry. This is despite the fact that Mr. Nollypollon is actually a REALLY MUSCULAR ATHLETIC-BUILD MAN. And he is also shirtless with only his tight brown short shorts that fits onto his big-rounded bubble butt.

"Hey you wanna come with me and take care of your friends?" Mr. Nollypollon asked me as he reached a few steps towards his left front door.

"Um I'm not sure," I said.

"I'm cooking some chicken and steak, your favorite."

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favorite even though he doesn't know me yet.

"I can let you have a sleepover with my daughter anytime you want," he added. "Especially tonight."

Now her dad is letting me sleeping with her anytime I want. And I think he's offering things in order to actually pursue me to join him. He's not really asking me if I can come over or not. He's really pursing me to come over. And I have to make a choice between coming here and coming back home. I'm not even sure if Cressida's dad is a legitimate parent. His face slowly fade to a concerned look, concerning that I would say no to him even though his daughter is one of my best friends. "Look it's gonna be okay,” he said to me.

“Just call your mom and ask a permission."

I glanced at him again and then at Cressida. Even she started to notice.

"Diarumid are you okay?" Cressida asked.

"Is there something wrong?" Clarabelle asked.

I glanced at her dad again and then back at her. "Is this your dad?" I asked her with a slight nervous look.

"Umm...," her eyes looked slightly right. "Yeah," she looked back at me.

"That's my dad.

"He cooked me spaghetti," Clarabelle shouted. "And that spaghetti taste delicious." Her shouting was not that loud but still it frightened Cressida who then slowly glanced at her in questionable look.

"Do you really have to shout girl?" Cressida asked Clarabelle.

"I only have to shout to get through to him okay," Clarabelle said.

Then...

"BUURRRP!" Clarabelle rip a LOUD-ASS BURP! And the burp SMELLS LIKE SMOKE! At least her burp doesn't have any wind.

"Jesus Christ Clarabelle!" Cressida said as she quickly turn her face away from her BF. "You burped!"

"Excuse me," Clarabelle said in response to her burp.

"Damn girlfriend that was a good burp," Mr. Nollypollon said to Clarabelle.

"Um...thanks," Clarabelle said with a nervous smile.

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"So what do we say sir?" He asked me. "Can you ask your mom?"

After a moment of thought, I finally decided to join them.

"Okay I will," I pulled out my smartphone out of my front jeans pocket before walking towards my bicycle. "I'll be back."

Seconds later....

"She said yes," I said to him.

"Alright hop on."

Less than a few minutes later, I was in the vehicle sitting on the front seat besides Mr. Nollypollon who is behind the wheel and we're both sitting behind Cressida and Clarabelle respectively. We're driving away from Georgetown to get back to our neighborhood.

I want to know what happened with Cressida and Clarabelle a few moments earlier before I saw them and stepped in for help.

"Hey Cressida," I said.

"Yes Diarumid,� she said.

"Can you and Clarabelle tell me what happened?"

"I'm listening as well soo," Mr. Nollypollon said with a curious look on his face, wanted to know what happened with his daughter as well.

"Um...don't hesitate to explain to us."

Cressida sighs calmly. "Alright here's what happened," she explains.

"Me and my BF over here were riding our bikes to Georgetown when...suddenly there was a...there was this evil demon chick named The Goddess of Washington." She explained to both me and her dad who The Goddess of Washington is and what did she did to her and Clarabelle.

"So The Goddess of Washington got you two guys sick with dust ant all?" I asked.

"Yep," Clarabelle said with a nod. "She made the both of us sick."

"Man that sounded like a powerful evil-ass bitch coming to kick you guys to the curb," Mr. Nollypollon said.

"You can say that again Dad," Cressida said.

"I hope you two guys are alright," I said to them.

"Yeah I hope so when we get home," Mr. Nollypollon said.

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Chapter 16 After another few minutes, we arrived at the Nollypollons' house. Mr. Nollypollon was about to get out of the front wheel.

"Mr. Nollypollon?" I said.

"Yeah," Mr. Nollypollon glanced at me.

"Is it okay that I carry your daughter?"

"If she's your very best friend, sure," he said without hesitation or concerned. "I would not complain about that." He then open the left front car door and left and picked up my other best friend Clarabelle out of the left back seat and carry her with both of his arms.

While I got of the right front seat, open the right front car door and carry Cressida with both of my hands.

We carefully carry both girls towards the entrance door. As soon as we reached towards the door, Mr. Nollypollon carefully let go Clarabelle with one hand while still holding her with the other hand as he pulled out the keys out of his pants pocket. He unlocked the entrance door and open it. He then walked inside with Clarabelle on his one hand.

I followed him while carry his daughter with both of his hands.

We then head upstairs and then went to Cressida's bedroom where I placed Cressida on side of her bed while her dad placed my other best friend Clarabelle on the other side of her bed.

"There you go mam," Mr. Nollypollon said to Clarabelle. "Now you gets get some rest for awhile while I cook dinner for the both for you. That way your bodies are going to be back in super shape."

I glanced at him wondering if I could help him get her daughter and our friend very well. "Is it okay that I cook with you?" I asked him.

He then reacted with a surprise look on his face. Apparently, he never thought about having someone helping him cook so it's kinda shock that I want to cook with him. It was a generous idea, though...so he accepted.

"Yes," he nodded at me. "You can cook with me."

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dad, who is still shirtless. And yes he is cooking while he's shirtless! But look, I don't mind shirtless men. I don't mind men or boys of my age being shirtless at all but....DAMMN HE IS HOT! SUPER HOT! And I pretty like him.

I'm cooking Cressida's favorite food and thanks to her dad's help because he has been cooking her daughter's food for years and I didn't know how to make that recipe - I followed the recipe closely and I didn't get any problem making that recipe.

After I cooked Cressida's favorite food and after Mr. Nollypollon cooked my other best friend's food, we place the food on their plates and place the plates on their portable tables. We then bring the portable tables upstairs and went back to Cressida's room.

"Hey guys," I said as I bring the plate over to Cressida. "Here's your food."

Cressida and Clarabelle woke up and sat up on the bed as they saw us bringing food to them.

"Um...thanks," Cressida and Clarabelle said it together as they slowly grabbed their tables from us.

"You're welcome," I said softly as me and Mr. Nollypollon said bow our heads together.

"Enjoy the appetite,” Mr. Nollypollon said it softly.

Me and Mr. Nollypollon then about face and walked out of the room again.

Clarabelle glanced at Cressida.

“Your dad has a great body,” Clarabelle whispered to her. “And a great ass.”

“Thank you,” Cressida half-smiles.

“Though I think that your dad and our best friend Diarumid are beautiful and sexy.”

“You bet cha.”

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"Wow you really cooked that well done," he said with his eyebrows raised.

"Yeah," I said while I'm paying attention to cooking.

"Does you mom cook it well done?"

"She's actually not a cook."

"She's not?" His eyebrows raised again.

"No." I then glanced at him. "I am." I then turned back to my cooking.

He got a bit shocked and stunned.

"So you are a cook?" He asked with some concern.

"Yeah," I said without any concern.

"How?" I paused and glanced at him again. "I got interesting in cooking when I first make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich when I was a kid and after that I started to wonder if I can cook pancakes myself and amazingly I did so that's when I become a cook," I explained to him. "My mom and dad approve it."

Mr. Nollypollon thought for a moment, still shocked that I am also a cook. He then relaxed his eyebrows as he come to terms that most men are cooks as well as most women. I wasn't aware of his movements because I was busy paying attention to my cooking.

"How do you become a cook?" I asked him.

He then continued on cooking his stuff.

"Well I started becoming a cook when my dad gathered all of us - on a picnic day - to cook their favorite meal and at the time I wasn't really interested in cooking and I wasn't really into making stuff on my own," he explained to me. "My dad is a cook, just so you know. But when I began cooking the recipes, I started to get the hang of it. I started to cook my meal well done and my dad started to get a bit impressed of it, he got a little taste of it and...yeah he loved it. He asked me, generously, to cook another one and I did. It's really apparent that my dad wants me to become but I understand him; he works as a full-time chief at a popular restaurant - you know full-time means you work for several hours every weekday or everyday - and all of the chiefs are men. It's not like an all-male kitchen - there are some women as well - but the restaurant really prefers men because they Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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wanted to see men having the opportunity to cook because most other restaurants have predominantly female and the execs wanted to change that.

To be equal." He crossed both arms a few inches apart to show me an equal sign. "Maybe that's why my dad wants me to be a cook."

"Well did you enjoy being a cook?" I asked.

He thought about it for a moment. "Well yeah," he said. "I mean the rest of the jobs are not really interesting to me and all of the chief jobs were taken as of this time. But at least I do enjoy cooking for my household so...yeah I'm absolutely fine being a cook."

Minutes later after we finished cooking, we placed our food on our respective plates and bring our plates to the dining table, located at the dining room. Afterwards, we sat there and eat while we talk.

"So when you and Cressida and Clarabelle met?" He asked.

I then explain to him what happened when I met Cressida.

"Wow so your butt got my daughter's attention," he said.

"Pretty much," I nodded.

"My daughter is attracted to guys with big butts. Last year when she was in eighth grade in middle school, Cressida told me that she met another guy with a big butt; she couldn't be able to hang out with him because she got so much trouble with herself that he...pretty much stayed away from her in order to not get in trouble."

"Does he attended this high school?" I asked.

"Uh no he and his family moved to another city. Oh and by the way his name is Abraham, the brother of a popular wrestler Catherine, she's the best friend of my sister Angelica who is another popular wrestler."

I quickly raised my eyebrows.

"So my favorite wrestler...is your sister."

"Yeah," he nodded with a big smile. "She's a thirteenth-time champion who kicked megatons of ass. She even kicked the white girl Emily's ass EVERY TIME! Her height is 6'6 and her weight is 258 pounds. And I'm very super proud of my sister."

"Is wrestling your actual dream?" I asked.

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Meaning that she would knocked me out COLD BLOODED DEAD! And I'm not even kidding. I'm also proud of Cressida as well because of her muscle mass and extraordinary ability to whup people's ass they get in her way, even though she gets into trouble sometimes. I'm also proud of my wife for being tough-as-nails. I'm also proud of my little daughter Felicia for being superhuman. And...I'm also proud of myself for not just having super powerful females in my life but also being a man who takes good care of them and also having a big buff body of my own especially my big bubble butt. And all of my females loved to see me as a very nice gentleman with a big ample tush."

I smiled at him. "I'm very glad that you're proud of the females in your family and yourself," I said. "That was very generous of you."

"Thank you.�

"Okay question: are any of these girls powerful than The Goddess of Washington?" The reason I asked is because The Goddess of Washington is said to be the most powerful woman in the entire planet. But since Cressida's dad said that his sister is also powerful than his daughter, I'm wondering if it's true that Angelica is actually the most powerful woman in the world, overtaking The Goddess of Washington's status.

He thought for a moment. He slowly shook his head. "You know Diarumid," he said. "I can't answer that question. You might have to look for resources or go ask Cressida or Clarabelle to find the statistics of Cressida, Angelica and The Goddess to help find who is the strongest. Okay."

"Okay."

"Be right back," he slightly push his chair backward and get off from his seat as he start walking back towards the kitchen.

As I watch him walking from his muscle behind, I quickly notice his two big round fleshy parts jiggling as he got a bunch of junk in his trunk. "Um...," I said.

He stopped walking and glanced over his right shoulder.

"I don't want to be inappropriate," I said. "But...you have a really nice butt. I like it."

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like it." He then glanced back upfront and approached the kitchen.

Suddenly a doorbell rang.

"Um I'll get it," he said as he walked off the kitchen, walked past me and opens the door.

It's Ms. Nollypollon.

"Hello sir," she said softly to him.

"Hey mam," he said before they went in for a quick kiss. "How was your day?"

"It was good it's Cressida's home," she said without a break in her sentence while she walked in. She then stopped and notice me sitting in the dining. She exchanged a curious look on her face. "Looks like we have a good-ass company over here," she said, referring to me. "How are you doing?" She asked me as she approached me.

"I'm fine," I said.

"What's your name?"

"Diarumid. And you must be Ms. Nollypollon."

"Yes and what brings you here?"

"Cressida and her BF Clarabelle got sick when they got defeated by some powerful evil chick they had him, their other BF, to help them out before I carry all three of them in here," Mr. Nollypollon explained to her as he stands slightly behind the entrance door.

"So the two are in bed?" She asked.

"Yeah they're in Cressida's bedroom."

"Okay." Ms. Nollypollon then starts to walk out. But then she returned.

"Oh yeah, thank you um...what's your name again?" She asked me.

"Diarumid."

"Oh that's right. Thank you Diarumid for being our friend and helping our daughter and our other friend." She then turns to her husband. "And thank you for bringing all three of them home." She then leave the kitchen/dining room.

Seconds later, Ms. Nollypollon went into her daughter Cressida's bedroom and stands in front of Cressida and Clarabelle.

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dinner when Cressida's mom came by. But the girls decided to give an explanation to Ms. Nollypollon.

Cressida starts first, taking a breath before talking to her mom. "Okay here's what happened," she explains. "Me and my girl BF are riding their bikes-" “Whoa whoa wait what bikes?" Ms. Nollypollon interrupted.

"The Capital Bikeshare bikes."

"Don't you think that Capital Bikeshare bikes cost money?"

Cressida sighs. "The bikes only cost like five dollars," she said.

"It doesn't matter; you paid twice that amount for your best friend and even it's a 'small price', it's still costing you money."

"Well at least I still have a money."

"Yeah," Ms. Nollypollon nods with a 'don't think so' attitude. "You had about three hundreds sixty-five."

Cressida sighs again. "Look I get it mom," she said. "I spent my money without watching. I'm sorry. I will be careful using my money and use my money wisely."

"You better be...because I'm not giving you my money to waste on stupid stuff."

Cressida sighs for the third time.

"You keep sigh one more time and I'll whup your big beautiful ass!"

"Yeah girlfriend," Clarabelle said to Cressida. "You heard what your momma said."

Cressida squint her eyebrows at her before glancing back at her mom.

"Anyway what happen next after you two rode your bikes what happened?" Ms. Nollypollon asked.

"While we're riding our bikes we hear people screaming and running away," Cressida explains. "Me and my girlfriend here run our bikes to The Harbor to find out-" "The Washington Harbor?" Ms. Nollypollon asked.

"Yeah we were in Georgetown."

"Thank god your dad picked you two up and your male BF Diarumid."

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"Well I can let you finish speaking but I can still ask you questions."

"Fine."

"Go ahead."

"As I'm saying before you interrupted me again, we went our bikes to The Harbor to find out what's going on and when we went there we saw this big super powerful evil girl threatening a lot of people."

"Her name is The Goddess of Washington," Clarabelle said to Ms. Nollypollon. "She might be describe as a killer...I think."

"We tried kicking her butt," Cressida continued. "But I guess we got our butts kicked by her instead."

"At least we did succeeded punching her in the face," Clarabelle said.

"But like my girlfriend said we got our asses kicked."

"So you two are injured then?" Ms. Nollypollon asked.

"Well not much," Clarabelle said.

"We're actually went sick."

"Yeah The Goddess pull big rounds of dust on us," Cressida said to Ms. Nollypollon. "That's why we went sick."

"So that's why it happened?" Ms. Nollypollon asked. "That's why you two come down to bed sick after that big-ass fight?"

"That's what happened," Cressida and Clarabelle said it together.

"BUURRRRP!" Cressida rip a SUPER POWERFUL BURP with a FORCE so strong that IT BREEZES MS. NOLLYPOLLON HARD! "Damn girl," Clarabelle reacted as she held her t-shirt over her nose to block the smell of her BF's burp.

"Jesus Cressida!" Ms. Nollypollon fan her nose to fan off the smell.

"You need to learn how to cover your mouth when your burp like that YOU DUMBASS!" "Uh yeah," Cressida said awkwardly as she got embarrassed that she burped at her mom. "Sorry."

"Yeah like that would make an apology for me to accept. You need to control your burps. You know what, I gotta and take a bad-ass shower," Ms. Nollypollon about face and starts to head out. "Y'all feel better," she told them without looking. Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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"Thanks," Cressida and Clarabelle said.

"You hear what your mom just said," Clarabelle said to Cressida.

Cressida kiss her teeth in response. "Shut up Clarabelle," she said.

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Chapter 17 Minutes later, I came back towards Cressida's bedroom and I knocked on the door even though the door is open.

Cressida and Clarabelle glanced at me.

"Can I come in?" I asked politely like a normal human being.

"Sure," Cressida and Clarabelle said it together while they both nodded.

I then entered the room.

"How are you guys feeling right now?" I asked as I walked slowly towards my two best friends.

Cressida sighs calmly. "I'm feeling fine," she said. "My muscle bones are starting to get normal again.

"I'm feeling okay Diarumid," Clarabelle said. "I got some bruises healing here and there."

"How's the dinner?" I asked before I close the door. "The dinner that me and your dad cooked Cressida?"

"Oh it was good," Cressida said.

"Did it help?"

"Well...it made me feel better."

"How about you Clarabelle?"

"Hmm...it taste good and made me feel a lot better," Clarabelle said.

I then glanced at Cressida's right muscular biceps. I wonder if I ask her permission to touch it as well as my other BF's. "Hey is it okay if I touch your arm Cressida?" I asked.

"Sure," she said.

So I walked to her side, bent down, start touching her muscles arm and hold the back of it with my left hand while I rub the front of it softly with my right hand.

And as I rub her arm, I can feel her muscles within her arm. I can feel her arms REALLY HARD! "Can I touch your arm Clarabelle?" I asked as I stand up and leave Cressida's arm alone.

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I then walk around to the other side of the bed. I bent down again and touch Clarabelle's arm. "Wow you guys have been really working out," I said.

"Yeah," Clarabelle said. "I go to a gym like six days a week.

"Mine is everyday, every one and a half hour," Cressida said.

I stand up and leave Clarabelle's arm alone. "I just want to know how you two guys got to be buff," I said. "So..." I then walked towards a spinning chair, push the chair out, spin the chair around and sat down in front Cressida and Clarabelle a few inch apart from their bed. "Can you guys tell me how you guys get buff and muscular?" I asked.

Cressida and Clarabelle glanced at each other again.

"I'll go first," Cressida said to Clarabelle while raising her arm.

"Okay," Clarabelle said to her with a nod.

"Here's my story," Cressida said as he glanced back at me. "Here's how I got to be the most buff woman in the world." She then cleared her throat.

"I was a young girl," she explains. "I was a young girl - about eight or nine years old - sitting down on a sofa besides my mom and we were watching the news on the Baltimore-Washington Channel and then there's a news segment in which we saw the 11-year-old bodybuilder girl named Elena McHarridon and she's so muscular that I wonder how the fuck she do that?

She's popular in Baltimore-Washington and she wears a sports bra and jean shorts to keep her image fabulous, by the way. She did say she had really great workout like about five days a week after homework and dinner and she told the anchor that kids - boys and girls - are okay to be buff and muscular. But she cautioned kids to be extra careful and work with a parent at all times." Cressida then sighed. "So I have to work with my crazy mother who then sets up time for me to go to gym at about seven o'clock, a halfhour three days a week Monday, Wednesday and Friday, which I had to miss my favorite show. On the bright side, it's taped while we're gone. I had a few problems initially but I start to get the hang of it. On Monday, I work on my biceps. On Wednesday, I work on my chest and my abs. And on Friday, I work on my legs. That's only for about three years. Now as I grown older, my workout days and hours have expanded to four days for a yeah and a half year, then to five days for a half-year and currently seven days a week for one and a half hour. And now I look like Elena and I'm totally in great shape." Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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"What about you Clarabelle?" I asked.

"Well like Cressida over sitting beside me," Clarabelle starting it off. "I saw Elena McHarridon on that same news segment as she watched. And once she told that kids like me can do bodybuilding safely, it convinced me that my body is capable of getting muscular as a kid, capable of having biceps, abs, and even pecs. So how did I get started? Well, I started off two days Mondays and Thursdays for at least half-hour and on both of them, I work on my biceps, triceps, abs, pecs, and legs in just those half-hours.

Didn't get any pain, which is good. Then two years later, I workout on five days a week and each day I work on a separate body part that I already worked out on those former two days. The result is....I have a body like Elena."

"So you guys think Elena have inspired you?" I asked.

"Oh totally," Cressida and Clarabelle said.

"Did both of you acknowledge the risks that you guys are taking?" I asked "Alright here's my experience," Cressida explains to me. "When I first got into the Elena workout plan, I initially didn't thought of any risk that could bring me. I mean Elena said to use carefulness and caution when doing a workout but she didn't told what risk I should be aware of. So realizing that after I got a few pains, I start researching the risks and I discovered that there a risks that comes with these workouts, including not just pains but also overtraining and not having a proper nutrition."

"I guess Elena didn't have the time to address it because the channel had to move on to a commercial break," Clarabelle said to Cressida.

"Yeah I remember that Clarabelle," Cressida said. "But now Diarumid, working with Clarabelle and my mom, I worked with the right nutrition that works very best with my exercises and so is Clarabelle. So that reduces a risk."

"Okay. So do you think you're proud of your body?" I asked.

"Well...," Cressida was unsure to answer that.

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also buff girls who truly honest with their bodies, honest with whether they like to buff or not. And I do understand that most females - and males as well - struggle to get the perfect body they either have been pressured to do so or dreamed to get. This question applies to you Clarabelle as well."

Cressida and Clarabelle glanced at each other once again.

"Um...," Cressida said. "Well first of all, I achieved the body that my idol Elena got. Which is great. But I'm wondering if this is truly who I am. I mean I'm a woman who got the physique but also got super powers meaning that I'm a woman who can kick, punch, slap, throw and run fast but I also want to know if I did not get the body that I dreamed and still get superpowers and/or still get the abilities that I'm capable of...even if you're skinny or fat because my mom is big and overweight and she didn't get to exercise but nevertheless she can still super punch me in the face and lift about one hundred pounds. Which prompted me a choice: do I either keep the physique that I want and keep working out or gave up a grueling gym regimen and go back to the old body that I used to have and start loving the old body while still gaining the strength to lift weights? I could still gain weight by eating more and I could still lose weight by eating less but I could still have the strong-ass bones by eating very much protein that my body needs. And yes I could still exercise but I either could simply lose weight or gain muscle. Or maybe both. That's not only just my choices but also choices for men and women. They don't have to get pressured into the same body regimen. And Elena, at least she isn't pressuring us."

"No," Clarabelle added while nodded.

"She says it's your choice to be buff," Cressida continue talking to me.

"She didn't ask everybody to come and get fit. And I get that."

"I didn't see Elena require us to become bodybuilders too," I said.

"Yep." "Look I didn't get pressured by Elena," Clarabelle said to Diarumid. "I chose what I want to do: be like Elena. So I did what I want to do. Now I have a choice: do I still have to keep my body to be like Elena or just regret it and revert to the old body. As a white teenage girl, I take fully control of my body and I pride in making the best decisions for myself. My body was used to be fat and I don't like being fat because it gives me depression and the fact that Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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many kids tease me of my body."

"Well even if you want to get that Elena body, do you even thought of loving your fat body?" I asked. "Or you thought that your new body will help you improve your life?"

"Listen I love my new body. This body is part of who I am."

"Besides being a lazy girl?"

"Well not a total lazy girl,� Clarabelle said.

"Can I show you guys how my chest and stomach look like?" I asked them.

"Oh sure," Cressida said as she and Clarabelle nodded.

"Okay," I then take my t-shirt, revealing my man boobs and beer belly.

To the shock of both of the girls.

"Wait you have boobs of a woman?" Cressida reacted.

"Of course."

"Does that make you embarrassing?"

"No," I shook my head. "It's the society that is embarrassing me. The society doesn't want me to love that kind of a body that I currently have but rather a different kind of a body that I 'supposed' to get. The society tells me that man boobs ain't attractive or inappropriate and the society also tell me that fat belly or fat stomach or 'beer belly' whatever the fuck they call it gives you bad health. I want to know if this really true or this statement simply doesn't apply to everyone and the same time I starting to ask myself who really am I, which prompt me a choice between who I should be and who I truly am. I get that beer belly gives you bad health but that's when you eat too much unhealthy food. You can still be healthy and still be fat, am I correct?"

Cressida takes a little back, impressed by what I just said.

"You know what I agree with you Diarumid," Cressida said. "This society doesn't want people to love their bodies the way they used and the people struggled."

"Hey, at least nobody tell me what to do with my body," Clarabelle said.

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and I've seen a lot of women and men who saw this as a 'requirement' to the lives. And I'm wondering if there's something that needs to change."

I then took a deep breath before putting my t-shirt back on. "Okay," I clapped my hands. "Here's my take on it: There has been a lot of pressure on people to get the so-called perfect body and the reason for that is because muscular men and really hot skinny women have been featured in almost every cover of health and fitness magazines because media executives fell in love or attractive to models and they see it as what they call 'sex appeal' to sell to readers. Meanwhile at the same time, there bunch of people who forced themselves to get the perfect body actually get mixed results. On one hand, some people are happy with the results. On the other hand, not so much. To give an example: a woman ended up getting into an eating disorder and she's struggling to overcome it. In fact, eating disorders are the major cause of the problem. I hope she didn't get diagnosed with bulimia. In general, the demand to get the ideal physique is taking a toll on most people, not all, but most people and not all people have the genetics to exercise and not all people are fully aware of the risks or risking their lives doing that. My response is for the media to show all shapes and sizes of all human beings instead of just showing muscular bodies. That way it can ease pressure on people and make people to focus on their health and choices and live a better life with their bodies. That's gotta be a campaign. A body positive campaign for all of us, especially for all males; there actually was a campaign like that for men but for some fucking reason the company behind the company take it as a big-ass April Fools joke...and needless to say the men inside the campaign and the public were REALLY pissed off. And I HATED the way the company would pull off such a big dumbass joke on body im- the company should apologize...but I don't think they will anytime soon. And I feel bad for the men, especially that black plus-size man, who is a model and also a blogger. Anyway the point I'm trying to say is that I don't want people, males and females - including you two - to get controlled by the so-called perfect body pressure. I want them to take fully control of their bodies and make choices on their own. For you Cressida, I would say if you don't like your body, that's fine. If you want to stop exercising and gain fat weight, that's fine. I don't mind girls who truly honest about their bodies. While I Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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actually more into befriending girls, I also chase girls who kick butt, whether they're buff, fat, skinny or even weak but skilled and talented. But I also chase girls with honesty and trust and nice personalities and capable abilities of other things.

"So to answer your question Diarumid, do I love my body the way it is or do I love my body the way it used to be?" Cressida said. "Well I'm in good health and my body doesn't look ugly as shit so... I'll think about it."

"Once again, I already in love with my new body," Clarabelle said.

Then there’s a knock on the door. “Can I come in?” a female voice asked.

Cressida immediately recognize that voice. “No Felicia go to your room,” she told her.

“Why?” “Because my room is my business.”

“Cressida, just let your little sister in,” Clarabelle told her.

“No I won’t.”

“Then I’ll do it.”

“What?”

“Felicia you can come in,” Clarabelle told.

“Oh thanks,” Felicia said as she opens the door. “Well you got some friends over there Cressida.” She then glanced at me with a smile. “How are you doing today?” she asked while giving me a handshake.

“I’m good,” I said while I’m shaking my hands with her.

“Taking care of my big ugly-ass sister.”

I slightly raise my eyebrows and starting thinking that Cressida and Felicia won’t get along, and as I glanced back at Cressida, Cressida shook her head in frustration, meaning my consensus is right. I glanced back at Felicia.

“Um…I don’t think she’s a big ugly-ass sister,” I said nicely to Felicia.

“That’s what you think because I see as you as a better person than her,” Felicia said.

To my surprise.

Cressida couldn’t believe her little sister said that, making her a loser.

“Felicia you don’t even know my friend,” she said.

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your dad without getting myself notice. By the way you said you minding your own business.”

“I said this room is my business.”

“Whatever,” Felicia roll her eyes at her before she glanced back at me.

“Anyway I have something for you,” she said to me before she quickly walked out of the room for more than a few seconds. She then walked back in with something that she’s holding on both hands.

“You got a teddy bear?” I asked.

“Yep,” she said as she gives the bear to me. “I thought I would give it to you as a reward for taking care of her and her friend. So here you go.”

I took the teddy bear out of Felicia’s hands and hold the bear on one hand while glancing at it for a few seconds. I then glanced back at her.

“Thanks,” I said.

“You’re welcome.”

“And what did I get?” Cressida asked Felicia.

“You get nothing,” Felicia said before she walked out again and close the door.

Cressida kiss her teeth. “I wish my little sister would get nothing,” she said.

“C’mon Cressida,” I said to her. “Just show your little sister some love.

Even if you don’t like her, she’s family. Maybe you two work it out and get it together. How is that sound?”

Cressida sighs. “Yes Diarumid, I’ll work it out with her,” she said, sounding like she won’t do it. But anyway.

“Well I gotta go,” I said before opening the door. “I hope you two feel better,” I glanced back at my best friends one more time.

“Thank you,” Cressida and Clarabelle said it together.

I then exit out.

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Chapter 18 After defeating Cressida and Clarabelle in their first fight, The Goddess of Washington SPEEDS RIGHT THROUGH Rock Creek Park and slows down HARD as she reached The Goddesses Center a big building that looked like a mansion located in the middle of Rock Creek Center. When she enters, she SLAMMED THE DOOR OPEN and SLAMMED THE DOOR CLOSED! "Well hello there...bitches," The Goddess of Washington said as she greeted two of her goddess sisters.

From her sisters' point of view of her, they see that The Goddess of Washington was a bit upset and angrily than usual as she placed both of her hands against the left and the right walls.

"Um are you okay?" Northwest asked.

"Does it look like I'm okay...to you?" The Goddess asked while exchanging a serious look on her face at them.

"Uhhh...," the sisters glanced at each other in their nervous looks.

"No," Northwest shook her head awkwardly.

"Of course not," Northeast said.

"Good," The Goddess said with an angry nod. "Good answer."

"Well can you tell us what's the problem?" Northwest asked.

The Goddess took a deep breath.

"Well here's what happened," she said as she put her hands down and normally walked toward her sisters. "You guys wanna know what happened?

"Yeah," Northwest and Northeast said together.

"Okay," The Goddess took a deep breath before she starting to explain.

Northwest and Northeast suddenly realized what's going on with their powerful goddess sister and what she is going through before they could even hear what she explain to them.

"Wait," Northwest interrupted The Goddess while briefly holding her hand in the air. "Let me guess and let me guess correctly: you have been fired....from your job."

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"You're fired because of a fight with the boss?" Northeast asked The Goddess. "Because that's what The Washington Post has reported."

"Can you please let me speak sis?" The Goddess said as she looked annoyed.

"Oh I'm...sorry," Northeast got embarrassed by The Goddess' annoyed look. "You can go ahead."

"Thank you." The Goddess then takes another deep breath. "Let me tell you guys the tell of how did I get fired and why." She said it softly. "I was at my office at the Washington Workplace headquarters, second-level. This is where it all started."

"Well wait can we get everybody in to listen to your story?" Northwest asked.

"That'll be a great idea sis."

More than a minute later, Northwest, Northeast, their other sister North, their shirtless-and-SUPER MUSCULAR ATHLETIC-BUILD only brother The God of Washington, their aunt named The Aunt of the Goddesses, and their mom The Mother of the Goddesses have all gathered with The Goddess of Washington being the center of attention in the living room. The Goddess stands in the middle being the speaker while everyone else sat on the floor listening to her.

"Alright everybody," The Goddess of Washington said it calmly. "Let me tell you all...about the story of how I get fired."

"Alright mam um...go ahead," The Aunt of The Goddesses said.

The Goddess briefly close her eyes as she took another deep breath.

"Alright here it go," she said as she open back her eyes. "As I'm saying to Northwest and Northeast before they made a decision for me to explain my story to all of you." She then clear her throat.

They are listening to her loud and clear.

"It all started with this," The Goddess said. "I was at my office on the Washington Workplace headquarters. Well my office isn't really a closed room but rather an open office surrounded by a bunch of men. A bunch of stupid-ass men. The first instance is when the first man started making sexual comments and I initially tried to shrug it off. But the way he made Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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that comment to me - he was laughing along with that implying that he was teasing me - have made a little bit stern. Though hours later, I decided that it was an isolated incident and for that I decided to ignore. But a day a later, it turn out to be more than an isolated incident. I was having a conversation with my gentleman co-worker when another man walking pass by grabbed my ass and laughed at me like he think it's funny. I was stunned that my ass has been grabbed by a man. A MAN! I was stunned that I was sexual assault...by a man. A MAN! To make matters even worse, that co-worker that I was talking to was really laughing at the situation that I'm in. And it just disgust me. And then the next following days after that, I was sitting at my office desk as usual when I heard several sexual comments flirting around like...I heard several male co-workers commented on my chest and my butt.

And once again, I tried to ignore all of that. But the comments are coming and coming. And then here's the moment that I had enough: a young man who look-like a high school kid...okay he's actually a high school boy from Northern Watermelon High School and he's having an internship. But when he came to me, he said he loves my chest and he added that with unacceptable laughter. But that's not only that: the teenager invited me to a private room and...he decided to takes his t-shirt off, his pants off, ... his underwear, yes his underwear, and his shoes and socks. He was completely...naked. And that's when I realized that he was about to touch my private parts and my ass...while being naked. And that's when I decided to beat him up, punching in the chest, punching in the penis, punching in the face until the boy quickly grabbed his clothes, put them back on and left.

When he tried to report to my boss, he only report that I was the one who started the fight. So I go to my boss and tell the truth about it; the boss who is a man - didn't get it, he thought I made some fake story. Frustrated, I decided to post my side of the story online and to tell the truth about the workplace...anonymously. But when the teenage boy sees it, he recognizes that it's me and reported to my boss and then...I got fired. For no reason other than just reporting sexual abuse and harassment."

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"You can said that again," Northeast said.

"Um did you know that it's a toxic culture before you even got endured with a bunch of them yourself?" North asked The Goddess.

The Goddess thought for a moment. "You know I already know the toxic culture," she admitted. "It looks like, with this amount of super intelligence, I'm the only woman who knew what culture was actually like in the workplace than what it is reported: a competitive, backstabbing and name-calling environment."

"So why did you apply there?"

"Because I thought I had the strength, super strength, to handle it; I couldn't believe this culture would gone into a drastically different territory. I couldn't believe this culture had gone too far. So I decided to fight it and that led me to being fired for simply doing so."

"Okay here's an awesome idea," Northwest said to The Goddess. "How about getting into a fight with all of your now former male co-workers."

"Northwest really?" The Mother of The Goddesses said with a suddenly unhappy look on her face as she glanced at her.

"You know what that's a good idea," The Goddess said to Northwest.

"The Goddess really?" The Mother turns at her with even a furious look on her face. "Northwest why did you think beating all of your big sister's now former male colleagues is an awesome idea?"

"Mom why did you even ask this question?" Northwest asked.

"Because I don't want your big sister to get arrested...even though The Goddess can kick The Police to the curb. But even that that would make her even a more dangerous threat...which means that I have to protect her from turning her into that.�

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and have a chat with you?"

The Goddess sighs calmly when her brother gives her company, in this case, her unexpected firing from the boss. "Of course," she nodded.

The God of Washington then closes the door and sat down beside her.

"I know you're upset about losing a job because of something that you're courageous to do,� He said. “Something that is...the right thing to do."

She half-smiled at him.

"Don't worry," he continued. "You're not the only person who have to deal with this baggage of uncomfortable situations. It's just that uncomfortable situations are the things most people have to deal with in their lives. And most of the time, they'll need their friends and family members for support. In this case, you have me. In fact, you, the rest of our sisters, our mom and our aunt have me...most of the time for support. I am the person who would show care in the family. And I want to show care for my sisters, especially you. For you who has been going through this drama that unfairly cost you your job, I have words to say: you're are one of the bravest woman who managed to take this matter into her own hands when it's almost about to occur to you. And I have words for those misogynist men who attack you constantly: these men - in the workplace - would hate to have a woman in their world and when a woman was hired, they would rather be inappropriate with her than to work with her and would rather get you fired. I would say to them that they're a bunch of immature men who can't handle women very well. And I want to know I'm not gonna be one of the snobby douchebags, I want to be you know the supportive person. And I know you (and the rest of our sisters) have the power and the smarts and the strength and the bravery to kick all of the snobby male douchebags that you have encountered in your life in the asses."

She then completely smiles.

He smiled at her back. "Once again, I just want to say several words for my sister who try to handle it and have the courage to do so when someone is about to something physically hurtful to you."

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said something extremely nice to say to him. He then take it to heart.

"Thanks," he responded. "Can I give you a hug?"

They then got up and start hugging each other.

"Alright I'm about to leave you alone now," he said as he heads back towards the door. But then as he reached, he paused and glanced back at her over his right shoulder.

"And also that girl who tried to kick your ass actually doesn't get your point," he said. "She doesn't understand what you have going through when you release your anger kicking white dudes' asses. There's somebody whom you got into a fight with - who needs to get a proper understanding before that somebody could reach the wrong conclusion about what you're actually dealing with...and that somebody could end your life forever," he said with a concern look on his face. "I just want you to know that." He then open the door and left the room.

The Goddess realizes that her brother is talking about Cressida and that she would talk about her deal in the workplace with Cressida rather than defeating her.

"I better patch things up with Cressida before she can kick my ass big time," she said to herself.

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Chapter 19 The next day, Cressida starts the day badly. As usual. First of all, it seems like Cressida always forget to set the alarm clock meaning that she always overslept. Which always resulted her mom, Ms. Nollypollon, to come to her room and wake her up as loud as she can. This time, she brings a whistle to blow.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Cressida shouts as she got frighteningly jumped out of the bed and into the floor in front of her mom. "WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DID THAT?!" She asked her mom.

"Because you're overslept!" Ms. Nollypollon shouted.

"Wh- what?!" Cressida confused as she scratch her head with her right hand while glancing over her shoulder at the clock before glancing back at her mom. "I overslept?" She asked.

"Girl you always overslept that's why you should always set an alarm!"

"I try to."

"No you don't you just too lazy to set your alarm clock. Now you lost twenty minutes so you either start your day hurry up before you miss the bus. And if you miss the bus, you on your own."

Cressida, in her black bra and a pansy, hurried out of her room and into the bathroom. She then quickly opened the covert and took out her toothpaste as well as her toothbrush from the cup full of toothbrushes, closed the covert and start bushing her teeth as quickly as possible.

"Hurry up Cressida you gonna miss the bus again!" Ms. Nollypollon shouted.

"I am hurrying up mom!" Cressida said with toothpaste on her mouth while holding her toothbrush on her right hand.

"No you're not!" Ms. Nollypollon said as peaks her head into the bathroom. "You're wasting your time trying to brush your teeth and make it perfect while you could have use all of your oversleeping minutes to do it. So brush once for ten seconds-" "Look I'm trying to make my teeth clean," Cressida said.

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you have school, high school for that matter, and you started to get into the oversleeping business."

"Look mom I know that I forgot to set my alarm."

"You always forgot to set an alarm like every day-," Ms. Nollypollon stopped finishing her sentence and kiss her teeth. "Just finish brushing your teeth and let's go!"

After Ms. Nollypollon peak her head out of the bathroom, Cressida spit the toothpaste out of her mouth and start rinsing her mouth and her toothbrush at the same time for a ten seconds. But as she bent down to rinse off her mouth...

"FAARRRT!" A FART with a BLAST OF WIND emits from her backside, breezing the shower curtain and blowing the accessories off of the shower rail and dropped into the bathtub itself. She looks back over her shoulder before completely turns around.

"Holy fuck!" She whispered in pain, deep pain. At least, the fart didn't destroy the bathroom window nor even crack it. But still, she made a tiny mess on the bathtub.

"Do I have a few seconds to fix this fucking mess?" She asked herself.

"Cressida hurry up!" Ms. Nollypollon shouted from the hallway.

"I am just shut up!"

"Okay I'll shut up and let you do whatever you want to do," Ms. Nollypollon said. "Like I said, you miss the bus, you're on your own!"

"Whatever!"

It's almost a minute and a half left till her school bus arrive, Cressida then went back to her room and immediately start taking out a random tshirt and a random blue jeans from her closet and putting them on over her bra and pansy. Which is unusual because that bra and pansy she's wearing under a t-shirt is her underwear outfit to sleep with at nights and she usually changes with a different kind of a bra and pansy to wear for the day. But she manages to do that in an actual quick pace due to, you know, her oversleepness. This time, she didn't even change her underwear, instead keeping them underneath her going-out clothes for the day.

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bookbag which is slightly unzipped and quickly walked out of her room before heading downstairs. "Bye mom," she said without looking as she head out.

"Yeah bye," Ms. Nollypollon said pathetically. "Good luck on missing the bus!"

Cressida kiss her teeth. "Like that would happen once again," she said as she open the entrance door. "I'll be finding luck catching the bus this time."

"No you won't because the bus is right at your bus stop right now and the bus will leave even when you start run your ass to the bus."

But Cressida didn't listen to her mom, in fact she walked out ignoring her mom while her mom started to speak. When Cressida then closed the door, her mom Ms. Nollypollon starts to determine that Cressida will miss the bus.

"LIKE I SAID, GOOD LUCK MISSING THE BUS!" Ms. Nollypollon shouted.

Cressida, ignoring what her mom just said and unaware that the bus is actually here just like her mom said to her, she starts walking down the sidewalk as usual. When she spotted the bus however, she then started running, catching up to the bus as fast as she can. But as she starts to catch up, the bus starts to leave...just after it picked the last student off of the bus stop.

"Wait uh...don't leave?" Cressida panicked while seeing the bus driving off. "WAAAIIT!" As the bus drives far away from her, she starts running as fast as she can.

But so is the bus as the bus drives faster and faster.

Still trying to catch up, she then uses her super speed, making her run WAY FASTER than the bus. So much so that she actually starting to catch up to the bus in a matter of seconds. Once she catches up to the bus, she glanced at the female bus driver at her left through the bus door. The bus driver then tried to speed up once again...as long as she's not breaking the laws of the road. But Cressida starts to run past the bus and slows down her feet when she get off the sidewalk, and stand in the middle of the road, hoping she stop the bus in front of her. Eventually, the bus starts to slow down once the female bus driver saw Cressida and fortunately stop in front Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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of her.

The female bus driver, who is very furious at her, opens the bus door for Cressida to come in.

Cressida then starts stepping out of the road and back into the sidewalk, approached the open bus door and face the female bus driver, who is still mad at her. The bus driver's angry look on her face has turn Cressida into very nervous to respond to her.

"Um uhh...," Cressida begins to find words to say to the angry bus driver. "...may I come in?" She asked in a nerdy tone with a smile at the end when she finished her sentence.

The bus driver knows what Cressida is trying to do: calming her down when in fact it's Cressida who should be getting to the bus stop on time and she is having none of that. Instead she's waiting for an actual promise from her or else she would take evasive action against her.

"First of all you should be getting to the bus stop on time," the female bus driver begins to explain.

"Yeah, yeah I know," Cressida said.

"Don't yeah yeah me I'm telling you something!"

Cressida sighs.

"Don't sigh about this either just listen! You oftentimes miss the bus for about four days now, this is almost your fifth straight day so far and now you decided to come to this bus that very late here instead of the bus stop you're supposed to be standing at earlier like the rest of the students?!"

"I was but I was overslept and"Don't give me a sorry-ass explanation to me the fact of the matter is that you stand in the middle of the road blocking my view in order for you to get your ugly ass up here and now since you get what you want get your sorry ass on this bus! Since you want to come to this bus right now GET YOUR SORRY ASS!" It appears that the female bus driver knows Cressida (well a little bit but still) and she apparently she doesn't want her on this bus due to her laziness.

Cressida made another sigh as she starts climb aboard the bus.

"Oh and one more thing..."

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POW! Cressida got PUNCHED in the face by the female bus driver's KNUCKLE FIST! Well, at least, that fist didn't have much force to blown Cressida away from the bus; she instead felt wobbly when she got punched and almost about to dropped down to the floor unconsciously.

"That's what you get mam now sit your sorry ass down before you dropped down dead!" The female bus driver told her.

Then Clarabelle, who's sitting on the bus, PUNCHES her own right fist in the air, SHOOTING a very dark-blue energy blast out of her fist towards our best friend Cressida in the process. (And when I say 'our' it meant that Cressida is also my best friend as well.)

As the blast got through her body preventing her fall, Cressida starts regaining consciousness as she managed to pick herself and glance back at the female bus driver.

The female bus driver, who like everyone else notices the blue blast on Cressida, isn't surprised that someone manage to heal the late girl as the driver turns her body slightly around on her front seat to see who did it.

"So who helped her?" The driver asked the students.

The students on the bus neither say Clarabelle's name in any way nor point fingers at her.

At the same time, Clarabelle suddenly exchange a nervous look on her face as she was a bit afraid to raise her hand and claim the one who did it because she doesn't want to get into trouble or get punishment or going to detention like Cressida.

"Holy crap," Clarabelle whispered nervously to herself.

"Anyone?" The driver asked.

No show of hands pointing at Clarabelle nor a hand raised from her still.

The fact that nobody on this bus gave the driver an answer to her question has made her very upset. "Alright," she stands up and face them.

"We can hold the bus all day until somebody has the ability to open his or her mouth to say whoever did this."

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when it's not your business which means you all holding me up for now!"

Knowing that she couldn't get away with it that much, Clarabelle finally raised her hand, risking her lifeline in the process.

"Is that you who help her keep her balance?" The driver asked.

Clarabelle glanced at Cressida while Cressida glanced at Clarabelle.

"C'mon Clarabelle I know I'm the problem here and I nearly fall down after she punched me but you helped save my life because you're one of my best friends," Cressida explained.

Clarabelle raise her eyebrows.

"So it's you who di- you know what Cressida sit your ass down, your BF is saving a seat for your sorry ass." The driver then sat back down and starts the bus engine once again. "I'll talk to you two when we go to school."

A few minutes later after the bus drops to school, Cressida and Clarabelle, as well as the rest of the bus riding students got off of the bus and heads into the school entrance.

"Um you two," the female bus driver said while looking through the front rear mirror with her 'come here' gesture. "Cressida and Clarabelle stand over here," she points her one of the same fingers at the ground.

Cressida and Clarabelle glanced at each other before approaching the driver.

"Okay," the driver slightly turned her body to her right. "Let me tell you guys something," she glanced at them. "First of all," she turns to Cressida.

"You run down like a speedy chicken and stand in the middle of my way just want to get into the bus instead of just asking your mother to come drop your ass off in here so you know what I have an idea, I'll give you a one...," she paused as her eyes slightly glanced away while trying to come up with a finished idea. "...one-and-a-half month suspension," she nodded at Cressida with her eyebrows widen.

Cressida reacted with a bit surprised.

"Yep that's right," the female bus driver continued. "I'm suspended you for doing such a stupid thing and-" POW! Cressida PUNCHES the female bus driver in the face...but not with any force at all as she wanted a very mild punch because she wants to see Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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whether or not the female bus driver would responded back with a punch back or deserve that punch as a response to suspended her; she actually doesn't want to hurt the driver but if the driver wants to fight with her, she would love to do it. She would love to fight with her.

Clarabelle got stunned and awkward when our best friend punch an adult. "Uhhh...," she said awkwardly as she's struggling to react. "Cressida," she called her name slowly.

"No stay out of this way Clarabelle," Cressida said. "I got this."

The female bus driver then shook her head as she regain consciousness.

"Okay you punch me and I'll punch back," she said to Cressida. And...

POW! She did, punching Cressida in the face, sending her flying off the bus and landed on the ground.

"I gotta go," Clarabelle said as she walked out of the way while the two females fight.

"I can't believe I was just given a lunch detention," Clarabelle said as she and Cressida hang out with each other as they enter the building.

"Well I can't believe I got on the morning bus for the first time," Cressida said.

"You can't believe that it's your first time joining the bus Cressida?"

"Uh yeah," Cressida nodded her head. "Thank god I have super speed."

"Well thank god for that," Clarabelle glanced at her in a not-so-happy mode. "I actually just got lunch detention for today because of this."

Cressida sighs as she and Clarabelle paused walking and look at each other face to face. "Listen I'm sorry for what have just happened," she apologized. "I uh..."

"You should what?" Clarabelle asked in a mean way. "Get your ass ahead of the game here.�

"Clarabelle I know I should have just...what did you think I should have done?"

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Cressida frustratedly sighed as she slightly roll her head.

"C'mon smart-ass girl what the fuck should you done better?"

Clarabelle asked.

Cressida continues to sigh once more as Clarabelle not willing to answer her question made her feel more frustrated.

"Like maybe call you mom to drop you off or-" "You know I should have walk to school," Cressida interrupted Clarabelle. "I should've walked into school instead of using my super speed to...catch up with the bus."

"I know you shouldn't done that and you should have just walk to school, which is the most appropriate way even if it's a long walk, but my question is...how on earth did you run really REALLY fast?" Clarabelle asked.

"How on earth did you get your super speed?"

"Well actually my superpowers including super strength, super intelligence, and super speed are all gradually developed since the day I was born," Cressida explained. "But I actually didn't remember I have super speed until I take notice of my unusually-increasingly-speeding footwork when I walk home and started to take advantage before I even realized that I have super speed already; it's just that I didn't remember having them."

"I can tell you what I remember: you use your super speed in recess in your elementary school," Clarabelle explains. "One time you and I went into a running contest and we use our super speed-" "Oh yeah right," Cressida nodded with her eyes briefly closed before opening it up. "We were running since we're ten-year-olds and I'm super faster than you so much so that our bitchy teacher Ms. May sent me inside for punishment for the rest of our recess time. I think I remember now," she said it with a smile. However she actually didn't remember the rest of it on how she lost her memory on her super speed. "Anything else I didn't remember?"

"Well I remember you having a spray ankle while you're trying to slow down back to the playground when the teacher called,� Clarabelle said.

"Oh yeah that's where I ended up going to the doctor's office and dr.

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"What's next? Any more?"

"Um...I remember you being hospitalized in the 111 Michigan Ave. NW hospital getting your twisted ankle fixed-" "Oh yeah that's right I have a surgery. On my ankle. What's next?"

Cressida keep asking that same questions meaning that she's pretty clueless on her memory. However she started to regain her memory just as she's hearing what she didn't remember from Clarabelle.

"You swallow a sleeping medicine so that the surgeons fix your ankle without you screaming in pain. It was the sleeping medicine that lost some, not all but some, of your memory. That's why you didn't notice you have regain super speed until now. I can see you start regain your memory back,�

Clarabelle explained.

"Yeah."

Clarabelle nodded.

Then Cressida paused and thinks for a moment; she still can't remember the rest of the story until hearing all of this from Clarabelle. At the same time, it seems like the more Clarabelle explains what happen in the things Cressida didn't remember, the more memory Cressida starts to regain. In fact, all she remember after she swallowed was Clarabelle, the school, Ms. May, and everything educational-related she learned from school. That's it. She didn't remember what happened in her personal life before she take the swallow medicine so she had her mom and Clarabelle to help her regain her memory the best as they can but to no avail. At least she still remember what she leaned from school and still learning up till ninth grade. But like I said, Cressida starts to regain her memory about her personal life the same time she's hearing all these she didn't remember now.

Still, she can't remember regaining super speed...or her memory...yet. "Wait how did I regain my super speed?" Cressida asked. "And how didn't I remember my childhood life than I did now?"

Clarabelle got silent to think about it before started explaining to her.

"Well...," she said while her eyes looked down briefly. "Um...," she glanced back at her.

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"Hello guys," Flossie said while approaching Clarabelle and Cressida. "I had just come from my car ride with your mom."

"A car ride with your mom?" Cressida said with a little shock.

"Oh boy," Clarabelle reacted awkwardly to what Flossie just said.

"Uh yeah," Flossie nodded at Cressida with a little grin on her face. "A car ride from your mom is a good car ride to school. Do you have any problem with it? Or is it the fact that you have a horrible life so far and your mom is so busy that a car ride isn't optional for you?"

Clarabelle glanced back at Cressida with painted breath, waiting for that answer.

But Cressida, instead of answering Flossie's questions, decides to ask her a question from herself. "Flossie...why on earth did you look into my emergency cards, and didn't tell me that I forgot?" she asked with arms folded and squared in front of Flossie.

"Okay," Flossie responded with a chuckle. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"What the fuck that I'm talking about?"

"Yeah."

"I'm talking about my privacy information don't you think you sneaking into my emergency cards means that you violate my privacy?"

"What?" Flossie tries to pretend like nothing happened yesterday.

Cressida kiss her teeth. "Don't act like you don't know you called my mother about the fact that I missed the bus and I got super-punched by her!"

Cressida's sentence, especially the last five words where she said about being super-punched by her mom, is making Flossie happy because that's what Flossie wanted to hear: Cressida getting her butt kicked from her mom.

"So you got uh...super-punched by your mom huh," Flossie said with a big smirk on her face. "That's what I'm hoping for."

"Yeah, I hope you're happy,” Cressida said. “You're happy to hear about me getting super-punched by her mom well guess what you won't be happy if you mom super-punch you."

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has a more angry approach," Flossie slightly laughed. "How did you feel getting super-punched by your mom?"

"None of your business; you SHOULD know what is like to feel superpunched,” Cressida said.

"Oh I know how it feels, I just wanna know how much have you felt."

"Like I said, it's none of your business. Anyway I have to finish ISS, today's my last day."

Clarabelle breathes a sigh of relief when Cressida said that. "Well that's something I like to hear," she said.

"Well shoot, you may as well not mess up this one or get another few more days in ISS," Flossie said. "I would love to see what happens."

"What I really wish I wanted to see is you getting your own ass kicked that's what I really wish I wanted to see," Cressida said.

"Oh your wish will not come true at all, instead the bad things that you have done will continue to happen to you,” Flossie said.

"Excuse me hello are you guys eating breakfast or what?!" Ms. Harris shouted as she fast-approached with her hands slightly in the air while holding a walkie-talkie on her right hand.

"Holy crap that woman shouted at us," Cressida said.

"Whoops I guess we shouldn't stay that long to talk for that to happen," Clarabelle said with a chuckle.

Ms. Harris sighed frustratedly. "What I meant is are you guys going to the cafeteria first or going to your classrooms which one is it?" she asked with a distantly serious look on her face.

"I'm going to breakfast," Cressida said without looking before start walking out.

"Yeah me too," Clarabelle said as she followed her.

"I'm going to my Baltimore-Washington history class," Flossie told Ms. Harris.

"Well then get to it!" Ms. Harris shouted before she walked out.

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Minutes later at the cafeteria, Cressida and Clarabelle were sitting faceto-face with each other. On the same table that I usually eat with them at lunch. (For me, I usually eat breakfast at home.) They're eating a slice of pepperoni pizza and a big-ass cinnamon roll, not kind of nutrition you usually eat for breakfast (okay cinnamon rolls are also made for breakfast and lunch as well, but still it's a dessert) but the serving area - where you get in line for cafeteria food - said that they don't have anything ready that is "breakfastnutrition-worthy" - meaning that there's not even a whole lotta pack of cereal packs in here at all - because the food truck from the food provider, The Baltimore-Washington School Food Service (they operate a whole lotta food trucks, one of which serves this school), got broken down by a flat tire.

So the school have immediately ordered tons and tons and tons of pizza and cinnamon rolls from Washington Pizza, the biggest pizza delivery in Washington D.C. in order to fill in what they didn't have from the BW School Food Service in time. Nevertheless, Cressida and Clarabelle, as well as the rest of the students eating breakfast, didn't mind eating a slice of pizza and a dessert for the supposedly important part of the morning when you wake up.

And sometimes it happens and it's not a one-off thing or something unexpected happen for the first. At times, the food service sometimes failed to provide school lunch in time so the school does whatever they can to fill in. (And no that's not the reason why I didn't eat school lunch nor school breakfast; school breakfast is not really worth my time even though I usually ride to school with my mom approximately half-hour before class and bringing my packed lunch everyday is awesomely better for me than having a school lunch. But don't just take my advice for word because it's also better for you; see how it actually works for you: school lunch or packed lunch or a little bit of both. Just choose which one.)

"Okay what's Diarumid doing?" Cressida asked Clarabelle. (And yes, they talking about me now.)

"Diarumid is doing okay," Clarabelle said. "He's currently dealing with the public reaction to his butt. Well, I don't want to say 'the public' I want to say 'some students' reaction' because there's...um..." she tries to remember what happened yesterday.

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"Well she didn't really tease him Cressida. She was a bit worried about the student-body's reaction to his behind; she don't mind seeing him with a big behind that's not what it's upsetting her. That's what he told me on the phone last night."

"Whoa wait hold on right there," Cressida said. "I think she's actually upset about the fact that she doesn't want him to have a butt bigger than hers."

"What! What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about society norms and expectations and Diarumid's butt isn't one of them; his big butt is a contradiction to this situation that we live in. He tries to change that."

"Well he didn't tell me about it," Clarabelle said.

"Hello guys," I said to them as I approached them standing in front of the right side middle of their table while pressing both hands on the left and right edges of that table side. "Whatcha doing?"

"Oh hey Diarumid," Cressida said.

"We were just talking to each other," Clarabelle said.

"About what?"

"About your big damn ass!" Cressida said it fast before quickly taking another bite of her cinnamon roll.

I took a slightly unamused look on my face at her as I would probably believe that Cressida would tease me or make embarrassing jokes about my big derrière. But I actually don't know if she's actually teasing me or not.

"Seriously we were talking about it," Cressida continued. "You butt is the most popular topic everybody is talking about."

"Okay can we just move on," I asked. "Because I heard about the same one every single day and I didn't hear something else from someone else at all. I get it that everyone loves my big beautiful butt. I get that a lot; can we just stop talking about it?

Cressida then finished one last bite of her food.

"So Diarumid what else do you- BUUURRRRP!" Yes, she emits a WINDY BURP by accident...but also in front of my face.

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not smell the smell that also comes with her burp.

Cressida, after she burp, immediately went embarrassed.

"Whoops Cressida," Clarabelle chuckled at her.

"Holy fuck," Cressida said to herself while still glancing at me. "Did I just fucking burp?" She asked herself.

I open my eyes and move my face back up front towards Cressida while started fanning my nose with my right hand. "Holy fucking Jesus, girl," I said.

"Did you know sometimes when there's gas coming out of your mouth instead of your ass?"

"Err...hee...," Cressida slightly froze as she didn't know what to make off of her accidental windy burp towards me.

I then took a breath and starts to calm her down. "Cressida relax it's only a burp," I said. "Just don't get upset."

But suddenly Ms. Kelly approached behind me, wanting to know if I'm okay from that burp. Apparently, the windy burp also felt some of the students a few steps around me as well, not just me.

"Did that girl burp on you on purpose," Ms. Kelly asked me while referring to Cressida.

"Um no she burp by accident," I said with a honest answer; I wasn't even gonna call on her for doing so (that would mean a call-on fight between me and Cressida, which, again, I don't want to be involved at all). "I told her that her burp didn't affect me that much, only a little bit."

However it doesn't matter to Ms. Kelly. She still wanna punish Cressida for doing what she just did, even if it's not on purpose.

"You Cressida," Ms. Kelly point her finger at her.

Cressida raise her eyebrows.

"IN MY OFFICE!" "Look it's just a burp," I said to Ms. Kelly in a defendable tone.

"It's more than just a burp sir," Ms. Kelly said to me. "It's a burp that'll blow you away I softly sighed. "Listen," I started defending. "I know the burp is disgusting but can't you please accept that...Cressida's burp is an accidental one; it's on purpose."

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Cressida. "Alright your male friend over here save your ass," she said to her.

"You should thank him for that and next time try not to burp or fart or do anything that is remotely disgusting in this school! You hear me!" She then walked off. "Maybe you should love him as your ass-saver!" She shouted before she left the cafeteria.

"Um Diarumid I don't know how to say this but she's right," Cressida told me. "You did save my butt from getting trouble with the school officer."

She than smile slightly but with a heart. "Thanks," she said.

"Oh no problem," I said. "Alright gotta go."

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Chapter 20 At lunchtime, I saw Clarabelle sitting down on the floor behind her locker reading the latest issue of The Washington Post Magazine while listening to loud music blasting from her earphones. She's wearing a blue polo t-shirt and blue jeans.

I started to walk towards her. So I can talk to her. But wait, what if that means interrupting her peace, even though he wasn't talking or maybe even studying (since this is the second day of school, though there might be homework). Well at least she's not on a smartphone.

"Um, Clarabelle," I called her.

She glanced up as she saw me before taking her earphones off of her ears. "Hey Diarumid," she said.

"Sorry to interrupt your listening."

"No problem."

"Okay question: do you need help with your locker?"

"Uh no."

"I can see your backpack on the floor beside you."

"Oh! Well I actually put some books out of my bookbag and put them into my locker so I don't have to carry everything all day. What about you?"

I shook my head once. "I don't regularly use my locker. Not once." The reason why is because it's better for me to carry everything just in case. Oh, just to let you know, I'm currently wearing a backpack on my back with straps over my shoulders.

"Are you reading an article about a muscular chick or a regular chick?"

"A muscular chick," Clarabelle said without looking before glancing back at me. "The Washington Post usually has so many photos weekly, but this week's there's not much hot chicks or hot dudes."

"Oh." "I'm reading an article about the incident in The Washington Harbor that happened yesterday. You know the same incident that you witness us being lying down unconscious while you're making sure that we're okay. The article states that there's horror among DC residents as they saw a big Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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muscular chick rises out of the river. The article even mentions us fighting against the chick and while it didn't state what her name was, the chick might have some super strength, according to this article written by Molly Bottomheimer (who is a great journalist by the way), she could spend some of her money to buy a whole lot of luxury for herself."

I approached to the left side beside her while turning slight around and bending down to check out the same article she's reading.

"The employees have also often complained about the working conditions,” she continues reading. “It didn't say specifics but it says that the conditions were terribly livid."

I want to learn about The Goddess of Washington but at the same time I don't want to be killed, if she's really a deadly hot chick. You as a reader already know who she is, but I didn't learned about her at the time so during that time I want to learn more so I don't want to see Cressida, Clarabelle, or even Aubrielle to make mistakes when they fighting against this evil chick.

While she may be hard to be find, to me The Goddess might be around in some park somewhere, maybe in Rock Creek Park or Benjamin Banneker Park or even Georgetown Waterfront Park where this incident happened.

Whatever she is, she might be hiding in a somewhat secret place. I read the article in the main section of The Washington Post when I was in eighth grade that The Goddess of Washington may be living on the Hilton Hotel. But that turned out to be a rumor; it seems that The Goddess is so secretly dangerous that nobody doesn't have a clue where the fuck she is. I think that's what I believe; people made several theories to where she actually located; none of them are totally true. While this new article from the magazine might have basically said it, there's minimal evidence to support it.

And there a few questions to ask.

"Is The Goddess of Washington actually live in Washington D.C.?" I asked. "Is there any additional information?"

"I don't know," Clarabelle shook her head. "This is a not the front cover story; it just a brief article. And I already looked it up on the web from my smartphone to see if there's a full article online but it's the same thing as the magazine. No additional details there."

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asked while pointing my finger at the article.

"Nope. Nah nah." She shook her head once again.

"Um excuse me sorry to interrupt but...," said a voice coming from behind me.

I glanced over my shoulder to find who said it. It was the big fat girl.

That same girl with the same digital camera who defended me while kicking the asses of the fat guy and the crew cut guy who both mock me because of my man boobs.

“Um would you like to be featured on the Diamond?” the big fat girl asked me.

“Um....why?” I asked in an uncomfortable and questionable “Our school newspaper wants get several freshman students to express themselves. It's okay to say no. I mean I'm not doing to invade your privacy.”

“Um okay,” I completely turned my body around to fully look at her with a nod.

“Okay can you tell me about yourself?” she then start writing on her notepad.

“Okay, my name is Diarumid Honeymelon and I live in Washington, D.C., which is part of Baltimore-Washington.” I did explain to her what this school is like for me.

“Okay. Can I take a photo of you?” she asked as she put her notepad and pen back into her purse.

“Sure.” I then shove my hands into both of my jean pockets and position myself upfront as she pulled out her digital camera out of her pink purse and starts taking pictures of me.

“Is it okay if I could send them to the school's newspaper?” she asked.

"Hey there you FAT SLUT!" A teenage boy shouted at Aurbrielle.

I then glanced at that boy.

"You pretty much fat as hell bitch!" The teen boy shouted at Aurbrielle "Be sure to stuff some food so you can kill yourself and die," another boy said.

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the boys. "Ah hem," I cleared my throats as I approached them.

The boys paused laughing but still smiling while they glanced at me.

"Why you two call her a slur towards an overweight girl?" I asked.

"Because she's fat," teen boy #1 said.

"Yes I know she's fat. But have you two ever thought of the same thing that could happen to you as well?"

"What did you mean?" Teen boy #2 asked.

"What happens if someone tease you for being skinny?"

"Well-" "And what happens if you two get into an eating disorder will you two be laughing about that?"

"Excuse me?" Teen boy #2 reacted in a not-so-nice response.

"Yeah dude what the hell are you talking about?" Teen boy #1 reacted like if I'm talking nonsense and I'm not.

"What the hell I'm talking about?" I asked as I folded my arms. "I'm talking about if it's okay to call fat people names and trash about them."

"Well it's definitely okay," Teen boy #1 said in arrogant manner.

"Really?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Yeah you're a boy," teen boy #2 said.

"Yes I am."

"So go engage into sexy shit and not tell us the opposite of what we supposed to do." Teen boy #2 said.

"Oh be like a pussy," teen boy #1 said as he and the other teen boy quickly walking away from me.

"Oh your guys go ahead," I shouted at them as I watched them run away from me. "Keep teasing fat people and see what happens." I then turned back around and went back towards Aurbrielle. "Sorry about that," I said to her.

"That's okay," she sighed. "I have been get mocked or laughed at several times because of my body; this isn't the first time something like this happened to me."

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"Listen," I explain. "There are many people in the world who are fat and overweight. Including you....and me," I pulled the bottom of my shirt to the top, revealing my man boobs and beer belly to her.

She nodded.

"Yep, I'm fat," I continued. "Just like you. And yes, we can be teased, bullied, harassed, mocked at and laughed at because of our bodies. But no, we can't resort into body-shaming forever because that will make us powerless and not all of us will crave into the so-called perfect bodies because not all of us either don't have the genetics to do exercise or start being true to ourselves. Sure, if you really want to lose weight and getting buff and muscular is really your dream, go right ahead. But if you really want to stay really true to yourself and really true to your body - whether you get teased about it or not - then start having compassion for yourself and your body, like I am.

Yes, I had problems with my gynecomastia – something I wish the society would accept them as women with flat chests and then I would go out in the public with no problems dealing with my man boobs – and I’m also dealing with my fat body - I was under pressure to go and workout because I was feeling insecure but I started to realize that getting the perfect body doesn't reflect who I am and I realize that if I have to be really true to myself, I have to start learning how to accept my body because my body is really part of my life - and now I'm starting to embrace it and loving it. And I don't have to lose weight to be sexy and beautiful and you don't have to lose weight to be sexy and beautiful either. No matter what size, weight, or height, your body is sexy and beautiful, the way it is. Everyone here in this school, in Baltimore-Washington, and the planet Earth is sexy and beautiful and awesome no matter their body type."

She smiled and nodded at me at the same time.

"And listen," I continued. "If you really want to feel...sexually empowered like wearing tight or revealing clothes on your own, just take really care and take control of your sexiness. Don't let any people overpower or take over control of your body because that would make you feel less empowered. And if that happens, just simply STAND UP TO THEM AND CALL THEM OUT! ....okay?" © 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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My words have made her smile and that I think I made her start feel confident in her body.

"Wow thanks Diarumid," she said. "I'm very proud of what you just said.

I think I go start feeling proud and positive towards my fat body."

"That's what I'm talking about. Just remember don't get too much fat."

"I won't."

"Just be healthy and still get fat at the same time."

"Well that's all I have to say. Is there anything else you taken photos off?"

"No this is the first photo that I had taken for today. I have been scouting around for newsworthy pictures since like after the first day of school yesterday. The photo that I took yesterday when you were facing those bullies during the yesterday morning after you walked in is the exact same photo of that same situation. I put it headline: ‘Boy stands up to idiots….and how I came involved with those idiots!’ You can read it at our online website.”

At the same time, Cressida came to our picture. We saw her walking towards us.

“Hello there,” Flossie came towards us. “What's your name?”

“I'm Aubrielle,” she then shake hands with Flossie.

“I'm Flossie. Nice meeting you.”

“Nice meeting you too.”

“I'm guessing that you're working for the school newspaper?”

“Absolutely. I just talked to Diarumid; he's going to be featured on the school newspaper.”

“Oh that's nice,” Flossie nods.

“Would you like to be featured as well?”

“Oh no thanks, I don't want to be famous; I'm focusing more on education than fame.”

“Alright,” Aubrielle puts away her digital camera back into her purse.

“Well I'm headed back to the school newspaper office. Thanks Diarumid for telling me about yourself. I'm going to be putting that on the Diamond.”

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Flossie then turns around to glance at us with a slight smile.

“So what's going on you two?” she asked "Hey guys," Cressida said with a wave. She then sighed. "Sorry I'll couldn't be with you guys that I'll have to spend my time in in-school suspension for the rest of the week. Meaning that I'll be absent and totally absent for the reminder of the school week."

Clarabelle and I glanced at each other; meanwhile Flossie doesn't know who she is. In person at least.

"Listen Cressida," I said. "I'll get it. You were having a farting match with the detention teacher."

"Oh yeah," Cressida nods. "I guess I already told you Clarabelle and you notify him."

"Correct," Clarabelle nod at once. "We're the three of us."

"Me, you, and Diarumid?"

"Yeah," Clarabelle and I said it together.

"You would keep both of us informed of what happened,” Clarabelle said. “...in your um..."

"My progress in in-school suspension," Cressida finished Clarabelle's sentence.

"Right."

"So that we know how are you improving to get your life back in class with us," I said. "Well English class as well as the game show class which Flossie attends with me," I pointed a finger at that girl.

"Whoa wait," Cressida said as she finally started to notice Flossie, who has been waiting while wandering her eyes around with her arms folded and blowing her whistle. "The girl who has been in my life and still wanna kick my ass?" She asked while pointed her finger.

"Yeah," I nodded. “We are competing to get on a spot of the three-seat team to beat the other school teams in one of the show’s tapings.”

"Her name is Flossie, right?"

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"Well no we're just talking about you," I said.

"For less than thirty seconds," Clarabelle said. "That's what I estimated."

I wonder if Cressida was the reason why Flossie wall a few steps backwards away from us. This is steamed by the fact that Cressida's wind fart might have aggravated Flossie. And even though Flossie was on the other side a few steps where Cressida is standing (to pick up her pen) and not in the target area where she got farted on by Cressida, she still felt the wind emitting through the gas and still smell the fart as it spread through the entire classroom. Maybe that's why she's currently not looking at us until we call her name, but I don't know. Maybe we'll find out. As she looked at us, Flossie begins with a sigh. "Why do I have to be friends with the bitch who let out a big-ass goddamn fart?" She asked.

"Excuse me?" Cressida responded with her eyebrows raised.

Clarabelle and I were a bit shocked as well when Flossie, whom we thought is a nice person, call our BF Cressida a bitch.

"And why are you two friends with her anyway?" Flossie asked me and Clarabelle.

"Did you just call me a bitch?" Cressida asked Flossie.

"Well yeah," Flossie said. "You farted in the classroom."

"It was by accident."

"By accident? Your big ass aim at your friends on your side-" "Yeah but that was when I couldn't hold the gas much longer."

"Yeah the gas just fly out of your ass when you stick your ass out."

"I was picking up my pen off the floor."

"Doesn't matter. You could've either hold the gas much longer before class is over and go to the bathroom after class."

"Well I certainly wished but the gas just couldn't-" "Couldn't what? Hold still itself. You're a muscle girl so you have a whole lotta power to hold that growing gas from coming out of your big ass.

Whatever you're eating and drinking have definitely helped grow your gas. I bet that you have eaten-" "Baked beans? Yeah I eat those."

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"No my mom is?"

"Why can't you ask your mom to boil water over your baked beans?"

"Can you take an educated guess?"

Flossie thought for a few seconds. "Oh let me guess you have super gassy powers," she says.

Cressida then chuckled after Flossie guess it correctly. "Wow you pretty much outsmart me Flossie," she said.

"It's not about being outsmart Cressida, it's about learning your manners. Maybe you should stop eating baked beans and-" "Whoa whoa wait," Cressida shaking her hands. "Don't tell me to stop eating baked beans. Don't even tell me what to do."

"Fine," Flossie said as she folded her arms. "Next time you pass gas in school, your super fart will make you go to detention."

"I am in detention. My previous fart already got me there."

"Well okay-" And soon their argument got interrupted by a ring of the bell. Me and Clarabelle watch the whole conversation without being able to intervene.

The whole time. Still, after the ringing bell interrupted them, I decided to bring myself over there to ease the argument down and work them out. As best as I can.

"Hey um what about this...why won't you to just not fart in school," I told Cressida. "You'll continue to eat baked beans and still fart and burp against evil. Just don't fart in school or in a classroom because farting in school will-" "I know Diarumid," Cressida interrupted with a sigh. "If I fart again, I'll get in trouble."

"Thanks. And Flossie?"

Flossie glanced at me as I glanced at her.

"I know you're trying to tell Cressida to stop eating gas-powered food but....but...," I'm struggling to come up with a suggestion for her to leave Cressida alone.

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"Yeah my argument gone a bit too far," Flossie said.

"Yeah,” I said. “Listen, I don't mind what are you trying to do but don't go into-" "Bitch mode?"

I paused again. "Yeah," I nodded.

"Okay y'all settled alright," Clarabelle said it sarcastic as she anxious to move on. "Can we just go to class right now and not let this fight go blown in flames?"

"Yeah I definitely need to go to Ms. Harris' ISS room," Cressida said as she started walking off.

"Good," Flossie nodded her head. "So that Ms. Harris can whoop your big ass until you really get your shit together."

"I guess not!" Clarabelle said with a nervous smile. "C'mon Diarumid let's go!"

"Don't act like bitches you guys," I told them.

"Yeah we know," Cressida and Flossie said it together.

It looks like my soothing worked. Well, sort off. Cressida is taking my suggestion of making sure that she won't fart again in school and on people around her. She hopes that she won't make a nuisance to Flossie again. Just hopefully. Meanwhile Flossie wanted to be sure if my ideas and suggestions will help them soothe their conflict.

It turns out that the reason why Flossie call Cressida a bitch is not because she not just annoyed her but also the rest of us. In fact, Flossie represents not only the classmates but also the entire student-body. Maybe.

So even if she wasn't even involved, when she saw or hear someone or something attack her classmates or the student-body, she would call them out in a defiant response. However, she also tells the person in question to just be respectful with the body. And that's what she did to Cressida. Still, the fact Flossie called our best friend has made us nerves about Flossie. A little bit.

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Chapter 21 After eating lunch with Clarabelle, I walked along the hallway for a walk less than fifteen minutes before my next class, which is Matter and Energy.

(If you don't know what it is, Matter and Energy is Science, it's just that it's a separate part of Science where it focus on...)

Suddenly, Birchard is walking towards me and as he walks past by, students start fanning their nose and even step away from him. It's a sign that Birchard may have a body odor or something or in other words, something smelly or stinky is on his body or basically he has a smelly body.

And the question right now is that...was the odor the smell from him or maybe something else?

"Hey Diarumid," he said as he exchange an awkward look on his face.

When he approached me, suddenly I smell the smell out of him and it was the odor.

"Whoa Birchard," I said as I awkwardly move my face slightly away from him and then started fanning my nose when I glanced back at him.

"What's going on with your body?

"I have to be stinky this morning," he said. "Not that I want to; I tried putting on clean clothes to help smooth the stinkness but it doesn't work."

"Did you even shower?� I asked.

"I tried to," he said. "But I woke up a bit late in the morning and my brothers are taking too long in the bathrooms; they often say they're busy but I think they're wasting my time."

"Okay did you shower last night?"

"No because the water has turned off that night for a repair." He sighed.

"At least I didn't complain. At least I respect my brothers' businesses in the bathrooms. And at least I brush my teeth." He start shaking his head in disbelief. "But man...I felt like a loser."

"No you're not," I shook my head, disagreeing with him. "Don't say that."

"I'm not a loser," he exchanged a confused look on his face.

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"Why don't you think so?"

"Well...um...," I tried to think of a reason why but I couldn't come up with anything to reason with him why. "It's just that...saying you're a loser doesn't get you anywhere. It's just that...."

"Do you have siblings in your house?" He asked.

"Um no I don't have any."

"You don't have any brothers or sisters?

"No," I shook my head.

"Wow you're lucky."

"Wait it's living your siblings your whole life?"

"Well...," but before he could answer, there's something rumble in his tummy, causing him to raise his eyebrows.

I could hear his stomach rumbling and I know the thing that is about to happen to him at some point. "Birchard what the hell did you eat for lunch?"

I asked.

"My dad packed me a fucking-ass homemade burrito; didn't know that a homemade burrito gives me gas. I don't know if I should fart or hold the gas as I can until I get home...because I'm not quite sure the teachers would let out bathroom passes."

Rather than let him do it in front of the hallway, I found somewhere else for him to do it...where it's private.

"C'mon," I pointed my finger towards the right. "Let’s go to the bathroom."

"Good idea Diarumid," he said. "That way I could pass gas there without disrupting anyone around me."

"Well let's hope you don't fart until we head up to the bathroom."

We then start walking. But then as we're about to walk past my regular locker, I almost forgot something that will probably need the remedy to my male best friend's body odor and the gas he is trying to hold. I have it in my locker.

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He then got a curious look on his face. "You mean you got back up for me?" He asked.

"Yep. I got...an anti-perspirant lotion," I showed him that product in hand and put it down on the floor beside me. "And...this softgel medicine: Fartfighter!" I showed him that product as well.

"What are those anyway?" He asked.

I put the softgel medicine and the anti-perspirant lotion on both of my front pockets and close my locker and about face upfront glancing at him.

"I'll explain to you when we get to the bathroom," I said. "Now c'mon, you got gas holding up in your body."

Seconds later, we went to the boys bathroom - or the men's bathroom as it officially called it - and usually there have been boys come and go during lunch but thankfully the good news is nobody was there...at the moment.

"Good the coast is clear," I said.

"For now," Birchard said. "But let's hope no one comes in here at this time. Okay you got the backup things ready to cue me up?"

"Yep," I pulled out the "Fartfighter!" softgel medicine out of my left front pocket. "This is called Fartfighter! It's a medicine that cue your farts...even before you fart."

"Is that medicine be any good?" He asked.

"Yeah totally. One day when I almost about to fart, I use Fartfighter to fight the fart that was about to come out of my big beautiful butt and once I taken it, I didn't actually fart. Yep, Fartfighter works."

"Okay I can take a softgel now."

"Okay," I then open the medicine box and take out one softgel and as he opened his mouth, I placed the softgel on top of his tongue. Afterwards, he swallowed it. I wait for a few seconds with my eyebrows slightly raised and my mouth slightly open to see if the softgel went through the gas or not.

So far, he didn't fart but at least he calms down a bit.

"So did it help?" I asked.

"What?" He said.

"Did the softgel medicine help you prevent the fart from releasing?"

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not. He then took a breath, implying that he's alright. "Yep," he said. "The gas is gone."

"You want to take the box?" I asked.

"Yeah I want to take more softgels just in case I'm about to fart during class."

"Well then Fartfighter is right for you." I then gave the box of the Fartfighter softgel medicine to him.

"Thanks," he said as he takes it from me. He then glanced at the box.

"Um even though it's called Fartfighter and it fights farts from coming out of the butt, does it fights burps as well or is there actually a separate product called 'Burpfighter'?"

"There is actually a product called 'Burpfighter' but both 'Fartfighter' and 'Burpfighter' fights both farts and burps from coming out of our bodies."

"Oh really? It doesn't matter which product fights which?"

"Nope."

"If this is the case then why they didn't make a product called 'Gasfighter'?"

"They're working on it but they have to test on it."

He then looked at the back of the box to see who made those products.

"Baltimore-Washington Medicine Company made this? Wow...okay."

"Um wanna do the body odor fix now?" I asked with uncertainty because Birchard is so curious about that product that he almost forgot the other cue for his body.

He then glanced back at me while holding that small box in his hands.

"Huh?" he said.

"Did you want me to fix your body odor now? We don't have time to waste here."

"Oh sorry I was curious to see who made it," he said as he put that Fartfighter medicine box into his front jeans pocket. "Yeah I do want you to take off the smelly off my body."

"Good."

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that his chest is the same as my chest, meaning that I'm not alone and I'm not the only one who have this condition. I once again raise my eyebrows and open my mouth in reaction to this.

"Whoa...you got man boobs!" I said.

Birchard kiss his teeth. "So," he said with annoyance as if he was annoyed by that reaction every time he shirtless in front of people and/or he wasn't actually concerned about his chest. "What the fuck is your point?"

"I'm saying that your chest is...nothing like I seen before," I'm trying to make sense of it.

"Did you have man boobs?"

"Yeah."

"Well then you one step closer to being a hypocrite."

We paused ourselves for a moment.

"Did you even worry about being in the public with your man boob chest?" I asked in a genuine way.

He sighs frustratedly. Yes even that question pisses him off. I take that as a no...and he even said the same answer as mine. "No Diarumid," he said.

"Did you?"

I stumbled at that question that he just asked me. "So wait do you love your man boobs?" I asked him "Yeah," he nodded. It seems as if he was trying make me leave his chest alone or not make fun of it. “I just wish the society would have accept men with floppy chests. I certainly wish you wouldn't ask a question like that.

Apparently not.”

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"Um...I..uh.." that was the response I gave to him.

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cave in to the demands of the society." He then sighed. "I know the society only accepts males with flat chests," he acknowledged that. "Now can you please give me that lotion?"

I pulled out the anti-perspirant lotion from my right jeans pocket and throw it slightly to him.

He catches it with both hands and start putting some of the lotion on his chest, stomach, and both of his arms. "Do you have deodorant?" He asked.

"You can borrow mine."

"Yeah that's good," he nodded.

"I'll be back don't move." I then ran out of the men's bathroom and ran back to my regular locker, open it, take it out my deodorant, close my locker, and ran back to the men's bathroom. "Here you go," I then gave it to him.

"Thanks."

"Be careful with your greasy hands," I cautioned him holding the borrowed use of my deodorant as his hands were full of lotion.

He then open the top of the deodorant...well he's trying to. "Man I need to wash my hands," he said as he stares at it.

"Good idea Birchard," I said.

He then turns around and when he walks towards the sink, he quickly notices the mirror where he can actually see himself in there. As he's looking himself in the mirror, he saw that some of the lotion is still on his body.

"Uh hold on," he put my deodorant down and start lotion that part of his body properly. "There it go."

At the same time as he looks at the mirror, I started glancing at his VOLUMINOUS BUTT! Again! I mean...just look at it, you know. That is the most beautiful big butt I have ever seen...on a boy of course. His butt is so attractive, that there's this growing mindset that I have to take a picture of it...without being caught and him notching at the same time. But I just don't want to do it because that will trigger a tension between us over the picture.

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have a nice butt as well dude," he responded back.

I immediately raise my eyebrows in shock. I guess we do love each other's big butts.

"Don't look so shock you really do have a nice butt. Your butt is beautiful, don't you think?"

"No your butt is more beautiful than my butt," I said.

"You think so?" He asked.

"Yeah I mean look at your big fat body. I mean you gained yourself a beautiful fat body and gained yourself a big beautiful butt."

"Yep I gained weight beautifully and I'm proud of it," He then continues lotioning himself while looking at the mirror. "I'm proud to be beautifully fat!

Um, can you lotion my back?" He then holds the anti-perspirant lotion on his left hand and move it towards the back, aiming at me.

"Your beautiful back?"

"Oh yeah."

"Sure I can lotion your back," I said as I take the lotion from him, open it and start lotioning him on the back.

And when I start lotioning his back, he close his eyes and sighs simultaneously as he feels more relaxed likened it to a massage.

"Um is it okay if I can ask you a question?" Birchard asked me.

"Sure."

"Have you been hanging out with that awesome chick who kick Barry's ass while saving all of us at the orientation picnic?"

"Oh yeah I hang out with her," I said.

He immediately open his eyes and raised his eyebrows as he reacted with shock. "You did?" He asked as he glanced over his right shoulder looking at me.

"Yeah," I said as I stopped rubbing the cream on him. "Actually, she came forward to me before the picnic because of how well I tour the group; I haven't seen you in that group when I was touring."

"Oh yeah I was with the cheerleaders. So what did she say to you?"

"Well she saying things back and forth. That was before her mom called her to walk up to her; her mom nicely compared me to that girl."

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[insert] questions," he said while he washes his hands with water from the sink. He turns the sink off and pull out paper towels from the disposer to dry off their hands. "What's the girl's name?" He turns completely around facing me while folding their arms and leaned back against the sink.

"Cressida," I said.

"Is she your friend?" He asked.

"She's one of my best friends and you are one of them as well."

"Oh thank you," he nodded. "How long have you been hanging out with her?"

"Dude I have been hanging out with her since the first day of school where I met her the second time and-" Before I finish my sentence, the school bell rings. "Aw man," I said.

"Well time files while we're having fun talking to each other," he said.

Afterwards, we quickly started changing back our clothes as quickly as possible. At least I can also smell him a lot better because the stinky smell from his body is totally gone and he can be able to control his farts and burps by taking 'Fartfighter' softgels while in class.

I took a deep breath after I put my clothes back on.

"Well let's head to class then," I said.

We then walked and turn right through the open pathway and turned left to exit and entered the hallway again as we head to Matter and Energy class.

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Chapter 22 When Cressida enters Ms. Harris' empty classroom a minute later, the classroom wasn't empty this time. Nor not even Ms. Harris, the suit-wearing woman, was there only this time. This time, she's at the center of the room folded her arms. Surround by a bunch of five female bodyguards circling around her just like she promised yesterday. When they saw Cressida arrived, they immediately focus their attention on her. With grin on their faces.

Cressida stopped as she stumbled across them.

"Holy shit," she whispered.

"Yeah holy shit is right!" Ms. Harris shouted to her. "Your in-school suspension continues with some twists! You see these five female bodyguards!" She points fingers at every single of one. "Told you I'm gonna bring them today and onto the rest of the week! And I'm not kidding!"

"We're very glad that you come right here on time Cressida," one of the bodyguards said. "I hear you're my cousin's friend."

Cressida got shocked and confused. "Whoa wait which cousin are you talking about?" She asked with a suspicious look on her face. "You're a bodyguard. How did your cousin know about me or knows my name? Did you tell him last night about you plans for today?"

"None of your business!" Ms. Harris shouted.

"Whoa I can handle this," the female bodyguard said before glancing back at Cressida. "Um actually my cousin is your friend."

"Well what's the friend's name?" Cressida asked.

"Diarumid."

Cressida went into a stunning look on her face and got even more confused. 'How could this be?" She wondered. She talked about her day yesterday through a phone call with Clarabelle. And yes she also called me after that. But did I have a security mom? Did I tell the bodyguard about her?

(The answers are no; they're just questions she asking herself.) She slowly shook her head as she trying to make sense. "Are you his mom?" She asked.

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cousin? Did you know what cousin mean? Did you know the difference?"

"Well I did know the difference between and son and cousin."

"Okay okay that's what I'm asking." Then the bodyguard calms down.

"If you want to know who I am, then my name is Carlotta. I'm the security guard who guards my cousin Diarumid's house when his mom is at work.

And I'm his security aunt. That's it. You don't need more details than that.

I'm not his mom and I'm not your mom. Oh, if you want to know if your friend Diarumid is actually a friend. Yeah he is. It's just that moments after I come home when his mom is here I realized that I'm gonna meet one of his, which is you, at this same school. For this intervention. Today. I just never told him about that."

"You knew I'm his friend but you never told him about it," Cressida said.

"Nope. Never told him to step away from her because I believe that you would become a better person."

"I am."

"Well not yet...until you follow our instructions."

"And what happens if I'm not?"

"Just shut up and listen to us and do as we say."

"Okay."

"Well Cressida you're lucky that your friend has a security aunt trying to save your ass," Ms. Harris said with a pathetic look on her face. "I like that.

Meanwhile we're all trying to save your ass from bad behavior as well."

"Well I'm happy say that my ass hasn't been kicked," Cressida said.

"Yet!" "Well let's see how it goes. Let's get this thing started."

Minutes later, Cressida is sitting down at a desk. The third desk in the middle of five desks. She had already pulled out her paperwork on her desk and have her pen - the same pen she dropped to the floor in English class on her right hand to write with.

Standing in front of her are the same women she's gonna be with for the rest of the week. Ms. Harris' front desk was moved away from in front of Cressida towards the left side the room in a sideways position, thanks to the strong muscle-ass arms of the bodyguards. Two bodyguards, specifically.

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better from the top to the bottom as well as leaving space for the women to walk up to the board one at a time.

Right now, the overhead board is on, and on the board there's a PowerPoint presentation. Ms. Harris is behind the board with a stick on her right hand.

"So here we are Cressida," Ms. Harris said. "Welcome to your second day of your ISS!" "Oh great here we go," Cressida said it pathetically.

"HEY YOU BETTER GET ENERGIZED BECAUSE THIS WILL HELP YOU BEHAVE YOURSELF TO GET YOUR ASS OUTTA HERE!" Ms. Harris shouted.

Cressida sighed.

"YOU SIGH ONE MORE TIME AND WE'LL WHOOP YOUR ASS! SO KEEP SIGHING AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS!" Ms. Harris then calms her voice down as she focus on the PowerPoint presentation that she's showing to Cressida.

"Alright look at me and the board," she said to Cressida. "So you name is Cressida right?" Ms. Harris said as she glanced at her and the board back and forth.

"Yeah," Cressida said.

"Alright focus up here," Ms. Harris then focus on the board with her stick aiming towards the digital bullets of the list from the PowerPoint, seen from the overhead board. The overhead has a wire that is connected to a computer. The headline at the top is titled "Cressida's In-School Suspension."

The list goes like this: •Bad behavior towards teachers and staff •Stealing stuff •Bad behavior towards other people •And some other stuff like that.

"What's 'some other stuff' mean?" Cressida asked.

"Well I don't know what 'some other stuff' mean," Ms. Harris pretended as she actually know she just not telling. "You must figure it out on your own when we go through ALL OF THE THINGS THAT YOU HAVE DONE!" She glances back at the board before glancing back at her again. "SO FAR!" She glances back at the board once again. "Okay let's go to the first one of the list here," she said in a normal but grin tone before glancing at one of the female bodyguards who has a small remote. "Shall we," she asked © 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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her nicely.

That female bodyguard is named Catherine; she's the one who's holding the remote. She press the 'next' button for the PowerPoint to go to the next slide, which is about the first one of the list like Ms. Harris mentioned.

The next slide goes like this: BAD BEHAVIOR TOWARDS TEACHERS AND STAFF •Getting into a shouting match with Mrs. Henderson (Northeast Middle School) over a moving seat situation.

•Getting into a fight with a janitor over a bathroom problem (cell phone) •Burping wind towards the assistant principal in the cafeteria when you're told to stand beside her for punishment.

•Farting in a classroom during a test when told not to.

That's the slide but there's more.

"That's the bad behavior things that you had done when you're in middle school," Ms. Harris continued. "Do you know why did you did those things...in one basic sentence?"

"Um yes," Cressida said as she tries to be smirk at it. "The reason why I did all of this according to what you're showing me is that teachers and staff, while they admired my education work, don't have the power to tell me what to do when it comes to my business."

"What did you mean Cressida?" Ms. Harris asked with a confused look on her face. "I already heard you're a straight A student so you must be following the teachers' rules so I don't know what the hell are you talking about!"

"I don't think it's about following the rules of education," Catherine said to Ms. Harris.

"Yeah," Katherine said with a head shake. "I don't think so."

"I think she's saying that-" "It's the code of contact," Cressida interrupted.

"Excuse me don't interrupt us!" Ms. Harris told her.

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"See what I mean," Cressida continued.

"What did you mean you're just interrupted us?!" Ms. Harris keeps shouting.

"I know but you let me explain to you in a clearful way."

"Alright tell us! We're glad to hear your fucking bullshit!"

"Very well then," Cressida is taking the last two comments that Ms. Harris said as bittersweet. "What I meant of my 'teachers don't tell me what to do' statement is that when it comes to my personal space and my personal business, it's very important to know that they're not the boss of me; I do whatever I want and if they want me to learn some education subjects, that's fine, but when it comes to my business, they should not take control of what I want. It's that fucking simple!"

"No it's not fucking simple!" Ms. Harris shouted with her arms folded while still holding the stick while completely turned her body around facing her.

"Yes it is!"

"What do you mean teachers taking control over you?"

"It means that teachers should not go to my business."

"But teachers need to do this so it can make perfect solutions for better learning environment."

"Well they need to do their job at leaving me alone. And leave everybody else's alone."

"Oh so you want to take control of what you wanna do instead of following the teachers' instructions?!"

"Correct," Cressida nodded. "These teachers, even though I follow their learning lessons, don't have the power to tell me what I want."

"You mean almost all the power," Aunt Carlotta corrected her.

"Whatever!"

"Don't be mean to her okay!" Ms. Harris told her.

"Why the hell we have to keep shouting?!"

"Because I need you to wake up, smell the coffee and listen up here so you can behave yourself in the future that's why my voice is so loud!" Ms. Harris shouted without a break in her sentence. Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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"Well you don't need to shout!"

"Yes I can!

"Why?!"

"BECAUSE I NEEDED TO! SO STOP SHOUTING!" They then take another pause while they're still staring at each other.

"Cressida from now on you need to- you know what we're wasting time here so let's go back to the overhead." Ms. Harris turns slightly back around towards the overhead board while glancing at Cressida back and forth once again. "So first one," she pointed to the first bullet from the PowerPoint.

"Getting into a shouting match with Mrs. Henderson over a moving seat situation," she read before glancing back at Cressida. "Now this happened at Northeast Middle School, the school you attended to in your last three years.

But tell me now what is that about?"

"What is that about?" Cressida asked with her eyebrows winced.

"Yeah what is that about?" Ms. Harris holds her stick down to the floor on her right hand while using her left hand on her left side of her hips.

"Alright miss," Cressida said. "Since you really want to know, let me explain this out loud."

"Well then explain it to me!" Ms. Harris said while tapping her right toes.

"Alright if you just be patience for a second," Cressida said while slightly pushing her hands in the air.

"I am patient," Ms. Harris interrupted. "You should have explain immediately after I asked you you're just wasting your breath and my time so let's go!"

Cressida took a deep breath.

"And now you're taking a deep breath!" Ms. Harris.

"Alright alright just chill," Cressida trying to make Ms. Harris relax.

"No don't tell me to chill-" "Okay okay okay," Aunt Carlotta said, breaking up the argument. "You calm down," she told Ms. Harris. "And you stop adding unnecessary words before explaining," she then told Cressida. "Okay."

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"Alright Cressida start explaining," Aunt Carlotta continued. "NOW!" "Alright," Cressida said.

"Don't say alright just explain!"

"I am!"

"Well do it already!"

"There was as shouting match of course in middle school," Cressida explains. "It started out when I was talking to my friend and I was called out by her for that. She wasn't even speaking."

"But she told you to be quiet," Ms. Harris said.

"Well yeah but I couldn't help it."

"You couldn't help it why?"

"Because she was asking for my help on my classwork assignment."

"Well she should be better asking your teacher."

"Ms. Henderson doesn't give out help for this assignment," Cressida defended.

"Well that meant that you all should know the answers in class when you all doing the classwork assignment."

"Uh yeah but-" "Don't tell me 'uh yeah'."

"What happen if someone suddenly needs help figuring out a problem on that classwork?"

"It doesn't matter."

"It doesn't matter?"

"It doesn't matter," Ms. Harris shook her head.

"What did you mean 'it doesn't matter'?"

"What did you think what I meant by that?"

"Do you meant that students do the best as they can even if they really needed help?"

"Of course," Ms. Harris nodded. "Okay time to move on we wasted time on this." She then turns around to focus on the board.

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badly. This may have meant to her and the fact they have been called out by their teacher Ms. Henderson for helping with each other because they supposed to know this by then and the fact that Ms. Harris say it 'didn't matter' to this has made her livid that she couldn't take the ISS anymore, even though she's there for her behavior recovery.

"No," Cressida shook her head.

"No what?" Ms. Harris glanced over the shoulder at her.

"No," Cressida jumps out of his seat as she stands at her left side beside her chair. "We cannot move on!"

"Why not?!" Ms. Harris asked.

"Because what you're saying about the situation in middle school isn't fair," Cressida said.

"It is fair!"

"That's what you think!"

Ms. Harris stopped and completely turned around at her again. "Are you gonna argue with me?" She asked her.

"Ms. Harris, I'm not just gonna argue. In fact, more than argue. I'm gonna fight with you."

"Oh really?!"

"That's right I'm gonna fight with you over what's fair and then we'll see who's fair."

"FARRRRRT!" Cressida rip a POWERFUL FART that blows wind and stinkyness out of her ass.

"Oh god another fart war here we go," Catherine said.

"Don't worry officers we got this," Aunt Carlotta said.

"You want another fight?" Ms. Harris asked.

"Yeah," Cressida said. "And I wish I would have kicked Ms. Henderson's ass."

"Okay so you wanna fight okay," Ms. Harris points her finger at Cressida as she starts approaching her.

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lucky you are when this fight is over."

"Good let's see what happens," Ms. Harris said from looking about the shoulders of two bodyguards. "Or.."

"Or what?" Cressida asked.

"I can give you an assignment."

"What assignment?"

"Hey guys can you step out of the way and make room for me?" Ms. Harris asked the bodyguards.

The female bodyguards split stepping two blocks away from each other so that Ms. Harris can get through. Ms. Harris then walked toward Cressida.

"Let me give you an assignment," Ms. Harris told her. "If you treat me as a normal good girl then I won't give you trouble. Is that cleared?"

Cressida swallowed air. "Yes," she said.

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Chapter 23 As I walk down the hallway when the school is dismissed - that was after my school newspaper class - I saw Cressida coming out of the ISS classroom feeling a bit... I don't know how to describe her right now. She comes out of the room shaking her head like something must be happening to her.

Immediately, I rushed toward her to see what's going with her.

"Cressida what's wrong?" I asked her.

But then when I approached her, Cressida suddenly turned calm when she glanced at me. "Oh um hi Diarumid," she said to me.

But that calm face didn't prevent me from wondering nervously about her. "You were feeling like something's wrong," I said. "In ISS." "Wait what?!" She said, acting like she's confused.

I can see right now that she's pretending like nothing happened to her, but I can also see it as acting and trying to get me to not know about it.

I sighed. "Cressida," I said with a worrying look still on my face.

"Something must be bothering you. Please tell me what's going on?"

She took a deep breath, still calming herself down with her eyes closed.

Then she open her eyes and looked at me. "Look Diarumid," she begins talking to me. But then she stumbles her words on how to explain to me with my worrying face. "I...uh...um...."

I was waiting for her to spit out her explanation.

"I had just had a fine day,” she said. “With Ms. Harris," she said calmly.

"But what about you coming off from the classroom?"

"Um...uh...nothing," she said as she acts again like nothing happened.

"I see you shaking your head and feeling unhappy-" "That's something else um....

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I stopped, turn completely around and glanced at her.

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"Um no," I said with a head shake. "It was class as normal."

"Is there any way for me to talk to you?" Cressida asked in a curiosity way. "Like right now?"

I was kinda shocked when she asked that question. "Um don't you wanna be late for your afternoon bus?" I asked with uncertain because I'm pretty believe that she was in a rush to catch the bus yesterday when we first encountered in that same place we were..

At the same time, I saw glanced over my shoulder back at Cressida, who's really pissed that Flossie didn't say hi to her.

When I glanced at Flossie, Cressida glanced over her shoulder to see Flossie smirking at her.

"Cressida what is your problem?" Flossie asked as she turned slightly around.

"What the fuck is my problem?" Cressida asked.

"Yeah?! I fucking need to know why the fuck is your problem?" Flossie asked in a very serious manner.

"Because you seem like you always talking to him,” Cressida said.

“Well that's because you're pretty much unavailable,” Flossie said.

“Yeah I wish your life would turn upside down.”

Flossie laughs off.

“Oh okay,” she nodded. “I just want to let you know that you gonna miss the bus again," Flossie said.

"Listen bitch," Cressida said. "I don't have to go to the afternoon bus right now because you know why?"

I reacted with shock as I raised my eyebrows.

"No tell me," Flossie chuckled a little.

"Oh so you want me to tell you on this one huh,” Cressida said. “Well maybe I can walk home with no problem.”

"Doesn't matter because the school can contact your mother right on your ass!”

"Doesn't matter because I can answer the phone and tell them you're call the wrong person here."

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“Well I don't think I have, but I can still run faster.”

“Oh really?”

“EXCUSE ME TIME TO GO!” Ms. Kelly shouts as she walks down the hall.

“NO TIME FOR FOOLING AROUND!” "You know you could be suspended once more if you done that,” Flossie said. “I'm just letting you know."

"Shut up bitch and since you're not smarter to answer why I'm not going to the bus this afternoon I'm gonna tell you why," Cressida move her face towards Flossie's. "Because I got super speed," she whispered to her.

"Oh," Flossie nods again. "Well guess what bitch I got super speed too!"

"Well show me what you got to prove me...when we exit out of the school."

Okay, you love seeing two super powerful smart chicks argue each other to see who's right and who's wrong. But I don't want the argument to escalate into a fight or even a brawl, especially in front of the student-body.

(For those of you who don't know, a brawl is like a group coming together to fight with one another. Not just two people fight but a bunch of people fighting.) So I waste no time to walk in-between the two super powerful girls to try to break up the argument...as much as possible.

"Um uh excuse me," I said while exchanging a worrying look on my face, hopping that I could stop this.

Cressida and Flossie stopped arguing and glanced at me.

"This is school dismissal and um...we should be heading out and..." I can see them what I'm trying to say or what I'm trying to do to them, which is like I said, trying to break up the argument. "...why don't we head out like the rest of the students and...," I'm trying to find words to help me find a better suggestion, "...and have a little...talk with each other," I nodded hopping my words will help smooth the argument. "The three of us," I smiled slightly. "You, you and me," I point fingers at them and myself.

"Talking to one another."

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my idea.

Cressida and Flossie slowly glanced at each other with skeptic looks on their faces, wondering if talking would help smooth their argument. I also didn't realize that I may have helped answering Cressida's question of whether I could have the time to talk to her.

But a few minutes later, we had already walked out and started talking to each other. Cressida and Flossie decided to take my word for it and less than a minute later, we started walking down the hall with the three of us.

I'm in-between them.

“Ah the sweet smell of the hallway,” I said as I calm them down. “Don't you guys like it?”

“Ah yeah,” Cressida, said.

"I'm hoping that Cressida misses the bus so she could get her asswhuppin from her mom," Flossie said with a slight smile on her face while glancing at me and the hallway back and forth.

“Oh okay,” Cressida reacted with an angry nod. “Well maybe your ass is gonna whupped too by-” “Alright let's walk down the hall with peace and quietness,” I said while interrupting their argument. "So Flossie, I have a question: Why are you hoping that?" I asked calmly to her.

"Because Cressida's the girl who can't get her fucking shit together," Flossie smiles at me while nodding her head. "And I'm the girl who can get my shit together. You can see Cressida doesn't even attempt to run to her bus.”

“Look the bus isn't already leaving yet Flossie I have time so I don't have to worry,” Cressida said.

“Oh,” Flossie said with skepticism. “Okay. Well let's see what happens when we exit out of the school.”

“And when we exit out of the school, the bus will already be there for me just before it starts to leave.”

I sighed. "You guys c'mon,” I said. I then turned back at Flossie. “Um do you ride a bus?" I asked her.

"No," she shook her head while frowned. "Do you?"

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"Me too. I actually have a car but I have to get a permit in order for me to park in the school parking lot."

"Cool. So who's picking you up?"

"My mom. She's really, REALLY nice. And she doesn't intend to bother me that much. Except for emergencies."

"Well my mom is...pretty busy...and lazy. She won't get home until five.

My aunt is picking me up. She had a fancy car."

As we talk a bit further at the same time, me and Flossie start walking down the hallway.

"Oh really?" Flossie asked.

"Yeah but not as fancy as my mom. My mom has an awesome motorcycle."

"An awesome motorcycle? Describe it for me," Flossie smiled a little with a curious look on her face.

"Well she rides the Strawberry XP. She drives me to school for two days now.

"Wait the motorcycle that has the same height as the cars?"

"Yeah."

"And it has some of the fastest speed ever?"

"You're correct."

"Man I wish my mom has it so I could ride it."

Cressida got a bit surprised that she's left of the conversation. What's so infuriating is that Flossie does more of the talking with me and not her.

We headed outside standing in the school front yard just like almost the rest of the student body did (not much students left). This is where we wait for our parents to pick us up - well actually for me, it's my aunt who's picking me up not my mom - while the students are walking into their respective buses which are located at the parking a mile not far from where we're standing; after all, there's an empty parking space right in front of us and beside the bus area to the left.

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I looking at.

"I think that's my aunt," I said while glancing at her.

"Where?"

I point my finger at Aunt Carlotta.

"Oh it's that your aunt...in a police suit?" Flossie asked in a questionable look while glancing at her.

"Yeah."

"She's a policewoman," Flossie glanced at me again with a little smile.

"Well...probably. But she's actually a security officer, working at the Baltimore-Washington Security Task Force. She works at the southeastern office where she receives guard missions to some places where she guards buildings at nights but she also my mom's sister and because of my aunt has a job price, my mom had to paid her to care of me after school; she's my bodyguard."

"Oh she is."

"Yep. Nice talk but I gotta go, see ya tomorrow," I said before starting to leave.

"You too."

“See ya Cressida.”

“See ya Diarumid,” Cressida said.

In a matter of seconds, Aunt Carlotta stop pacing and took a glance of me as I approached her.

"Hey there Diarumid," Aunt Carlotta said to me.

After watching both me and my aunt leave at the same time the school buses already leaving, Flossie then turn her eyes slightly to the right where she saw Cressida suddenly running towards the bus, which unfortunately starts to leave.

“Wait don't leave my ass out here!” Cressida shouted at the bus. But it's already too late.

“Wow,” Flossie responds with a small smirk on her face. She then watched Cressida heading back towards the entrance, eventually heading towards her. It seems that Cressida miss the bus; just like Flossie was hoping for...half of it yet. Flossie decided to give Cressida a talk.

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"Oh yeah," Flossie said as she smiles while folded her arms. "You miss the bus."

Cressida stopped and glanced at her. "Okay Flossie let me ask this question: what the fuck are you standing here?" She asked.

"What the fuck am I standing here?" Flossie asked with her eyebrows slightly raised.

"Yeah," Cressida nodded.

"I was just simply waiting for my car ride."

"Then why are you smiling at me when I missed the bus?"

"Because Cressida, you certainly don't have time management."

"Diarumid stopped me from walking as he decided to talk to me."

"Uh yeah but you could have walked a little bit earlier while you're still talking to him. Trust me, he's not the problem; he's the one who's probably taking care of you. And me."

"Wait were you talking to him?"

"Uh yeah I did talked to him-" "Did he miss the bus as well?"

Flossie kiss her teeth and roll her head as she found out that Cressida knew very little about my transportation. "Dumbass," she said to Cressida.

"He doesn't ride a bus. I was gonna finish my sentence before you interrupted me; you certainly don't know how did he get home. Me and Diarumid walked out and soon as we exit out of the building, his aunt is there. Oh, and I ask him questions."

"Well wow you're glad you talked to him while you walk till you walked out of the building. I should've know better."

"Yeah you should've know better," Flossie smiles again. "Going to the bus on time. But," she nods. "I'm pretty sad to say that I'm glad that you're getting an ass-whuppin from your mother."

Cressida was shocked, shocked that Flossie know what will happen to her if she misses the bus. "How the fuck did you know that?" Cressida asked with her eyes squinted.

"Oh you wanna take a guess?" Flossie asked.

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Flossie chuckles as she knew that Cressida's guess wasn't a good one.

"Wow you're so incorrect," she said to her.

Cressida sighs in frustration. "Okay can you tell me how did you know?"

She asked.

"I was getting off the school newspaper class after Diarumid did and I stopped and saw him and you talking to each other." Flossie then unfolded her arms. "That's how I know about your ass-whuppin comment. I can tell you probably didn't notice I was standing there a few blocks apart."

Cressida rolls her head. "Okay I didn't notice you were there. Have you ever got your ass whupped?"

"Hey guys!" Shouted a voice coming from behind them.

Cressida and Flossie (with her slightly turned around) looked at the back to find Ms. Kelly, the same security woman who called out Cressida and me for 'lollygagging' when we're heading into our homeroom, who is standing behind the right tail end of the school entrance and three blocks behind the girls while waving a walkie-talkie she's holding on her right hand.

"Who are you guys waiting on?" Ms. Kelly asked.

"Oh I just missed the bus," Cressida said.

"I'm just waiting for my mom to pick me up," Flossie said.

"Well you mam better call your parents to drag their asses out to come and get you," Ms. Kelly said to Cressida.

Cressida sighed.

"Don't give me a sigh, you make the decision to miss the bus."

"I did not make the decision to miss the bus."

"Apparently you did. You just couldn't use your time wisely."

"But look I was from ISS-" "It doesn't matter."

"Why do you don't matter? Why are so many teacher don't matter when I'm trying to defend my judgement?"

Ms. Kelly fell silent, not answering any of her questions.

Cressida glanced at her frustratedly hoping for answers.

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for your mom to arrive. I'll be standing and waiting as well."

"Thanks," Flossie said. "Um what's your name?"

"Ms. Kelly."

"Nice to meet you."

Cressida already got a little bit mad because Flossie know what will happen to her when she gets home but Flossie doesn't know Ms. Kelly's name.

"You don't know her name?" Cressida asked Flossie while referring "her" to Ms. Kelly.

"I was simply and politely asking a question in the opposite way," Flossie said to Cressida. "It's nice to ask who that person's name is. Cressida, I don't know almost every single person's name in one normal head. And you don't know almost every single person's name in your head either."

"Well okay at least I understand you," Cressida said. "You're a brighter girl."

"And you're a loser. A sore loser."

"Hey will you two knock it off?!" Ms. Kelly shouted.

A few seconds later, Flossie's mom arrived in her white Volkswagen mini-van and parallel parked in front of the school entrance where the girls are standing.

"Well there she is," Flossie said with a smile, referring to her mom. She then glanced at Cressida again. "Well pigtail loser I hope you have an asswhuppin when your mom arrives," Flossie smiles evilly. "Or when you go home." She then headed towards her mom's mini-van. "Because," she stopped and turned around to glance at Cressida. "That's what you get when you miss the bus," she said with a very loud whisper. "I give you an advise (be on time)."

"No Flossie I don't need an advice," Cressida said. "I already know how to be better using my time wisely."

"Okay very well then." Flossie turns back around and entered the minivan sitting in the front seat beside her mom.

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Ms. Kelly and another familiar female staff member that she encountered earlier last morning.

Mrs. Williams, the same woman who got bumped into Cressida after they both staring at my big beautiful butt, walks toward Ms. Kelly while watching Cressida and Flossie.

"Geez those two may not love each other," Mrs. Williams said to Ms. Kelly.

"Hey I already know what you have just said," Mrs. Kelly said.

The two women then watch Cressida as the pigtail girl tries dialing on her smartphone to get a call from her mother.

"Sorry this person you're calling is unable to reach your call," a smartphone voice said.

"Dammit!" Cressida whispered loudly.

"You couldn't get a phone call answered to you?" Mrs. Williams asked her.

Cressida glanced at the two women. Instead of answering the question Mrs. Williams asked or try making another call, she decided to have a better idea.

"You know what," Cressida said. "I'll better go walking instead."

"Well walk home mam," Ms. Kelly said with a brief wave.

"Yeah walk your behind home," Mrs. Williams said. "That's a better idea Cressida take those statements as insults to her gut. She believed that it doesn't matter whether she finds a way to remedy the situation as much as she can, they'll say that she'll make one bad decision one way or another and they'll feel like she should deserves it. She always trying to be better but to no avail.

"Fine," Cressida said with a grin. "If you said so." She then starts walking off.

"Hey don't get mad at us," Mrs. Williams said. "Make your own better decisions next time!"

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Chapter 24 Cressida continues walking on the Northwest Street while carrying her purse. A few minutes later while she still far away from home in her walking distance, Cressida started to notice very strange with her walking as her walking speed is increasingly above normal. Then she begins to walk a little bit faster.

"Wow that's unusual," she reacted. "I never walk this fast before."

Feeling she can go a little more further, she decides to walk EVEN FASTER! Suddenly she realized she's no longer walking but running. She's running while holding her purse. Going to push the slight boundaries, she devices to run FASTER and FASTER and FASTER until she notices that she's heading very closer to home...unusual than she thought. What thought to be a very long walk home for her unexpectedly turned into a speedrun home.

As she arrived, she extremely slows down, ironically wanted to know what just happened to herself and what did she just did.

Then she realizes that she forgot the fact that she has super speed. Yes, she has super speed; she just didn't remember she has them until now.

"Wait a minute," she said to herself with this realization settling into her. "I think I remember being a super fast person, if not the fastest. Maybe I am one of the fastest and not the fastest." Now that she super speedrun home, she now have to brace what happens next when she enters the house even though she long knew what's gonna happen.

"Alright here goes nothing," she said before started walking up the sidewalk to the entrance door. Once she approached the entrance door, she press the doorbell and wait for a few seconds. Afterwards, the door opens and then...

POW! A KNUCKLE PUNCH hit her in the face with SUCH FORCE that send her flying backwards even across the road and reached straight towards another house.

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person who punched her in the face: IT WAS HER MOM! Yep she punched her in the face. She's standing outside of the door entrance putting her hands on her hips with a grin look on her face.

Like Cressida, her mom is big and powerful. Although she doesn't have the physique features like Cressida, her mom is still a BIG-ASS weightlifter.

She's just a two-hundred plus-size woman with all the combination of the muscles of a buff woman and the superpowers of an extraordinary powerful girl injected within her plus-size body.

So her mom is a super extraordinary powerful woman in a plus-size body. And yes, she has bigger ass than both mine and Cressida's but let's be clear at least her butt is not TOO sexually attractive so thankfully I won't look at it from a sexy-crazy male perspective. By the way, their surname is Nollypollon and Cressida's mom's name is Ms. Nollypollon.

As Cressida looks at her mom's angry face, Cressida feels like she's in trouble.

"Holy motherfucking shit!" Cressida whispered loudly.

"Yeah holy motherfucking shit is right!" Ms. Nollypollon shouted.

Less than a minute later after Cressida entered back home, her fear and Flossie's hope - has come true: she got her ass kicked by her mom.

Literally. When she walked inside the entrance and got behind her mom, her mom kick her in the butt with her right foot. And it left her pain, REAL pain in the butt. And that's what she's fearful about...at least. However Ms. Nollypollon says that having your ass-kicked is part of her discipline punishment towards her daughter Cressida if she makes crucial mistakes.

Such crucial mistakes include fallen asleep in the classroom, not doing what she told to do, etc.

"Ow!" She cried "Yeah that's what you get Cressida!" Ms. Nollypollon shouted after she kicked her ass literally. "Why the hell did you miss the bus?! Just tell me the reason! I heard so many phone calls from you but I figure out how--�

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Cressida sighed. "Yes I was wasting my time," she said to her mom.

"That was a time waster but that's because of Flossie-" "And who is Flossie can you answer that question?"

"Um she's my uh...frenemy."

"A frenemy? What's that?"

"It's a word that combined two words Friend and Enemy. A frenemy is a friend and enemy."

"Well how would a person become be a friend and an enemy at the same time?"

"Look mom there plenty of friends who compete with each other so...yeah." Cressida begin to wonder if Flossie actually contacted her mom in order to humiliate her. "Have she actually contact you?"

"Uh no," Ms. Nollypollon shook her head. "The bus driver contacted me since you didn't showed up on bus by the time she drove and the administrator Ms. Kelly contacted me less than a minute before you arrived."

Cressida shaking her head in confusion: why the heck did the female bus driver and Ms. Kelly contacted her mom? Why is that big of a deal? I just couldn't believe it. Couldn't believe it. "Holy shit," she reacted with her eyes glanced up before her head slightly turned away.

"Yeah you keep saying 'holy shit' like life hit you in the heart," Ms. Nollypollon as she starts slowly pace around her. "Maybe you should start focusing on getting to the bus on time more often so that she, the bus driver, stop contacting my ass on you missing the bus. In fact, maybe you should start focusing on your time management not spending time in the clothing department." Ms. Nollypollon starts walking away from her. "And also make sure you make five slices of cheese sandwich for your sister Felicia because she's really hungry when she can gets home."

Cressida was shocked when her mom told to make some food for Felicia. What? Did Felicia have lunch?

"Wait, did Felicia had lunch?" Cressida asked.

"Uh yeah but her lunch was different and was kinda spoiled when it's on the sun when it's not supposed and when she tried to eat...," Ms. Nollypollon exchanged a disgust look while shaking her head, resembling what Felicia tastes like. "She told me on the phone when she's on the field Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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trip."

"Hold on did she actually look-" Cressida trying to ask.

"I already told her but I guess she couldn't listen. She asked me to make some backup lunch for her when she comes but I can't because I have other stuff to do so I'm asking you to do it."

Cressida sighed.

"Don't sigh give her some five slices of cheese sandwiches." Ms. Nollypollon now walks away from her.

Cressida shakes her head while placing her right hand over her forehead in disbelief that she had to make food for her sister.

Minutes later, Cressida is in her bedroom, sitting down on her bed while she's still in her outfit that she wore to school. She was supposed to do homework immediately after she went home but instead she doing other things that she thinks are more important than homework...at least for a brief moment. In this case, she's on the phone with her and my best friend Clarabelle.

"So let me get this straight," Clarabelle said. "Flossie make you miss the bus?"

"Well yeah," Cressida said. "I was going to Diarumid for a quick second before I would rush to the bus. But then Flossie came over and messed up the whole thing up and made me miss the bus. The worst part of it is that she doesn't ride the bus; she rides with her mom which is...," Cressida puts her head down while placing her right hand over her forehead in reaction. "...which is..." she struggled to describe it.

"Humiliating I guess," Clarabelle said.

Cressida put her head back up and sighed. "Yeah I guess so Clarabelle," she said. "I wish my mom was her mom."

"Well you wish that, you should focus on your behavior."

"Excuse me what? Flossie has a problem with her behavior too and she gets away with it."

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"Well I don't think it will work Clarabelle."

"And why not?"

"Because Flossie will attack me even I don't go near her."

"Okay well there's no other option I can tell you."

"What did you mean there's no option you gotta fucking super brain."

"Well yeah."

"So can you come up with anything?"

"Um Cressida it's not my problem."

"Not your problem? She mocks you."

"Well at least I can't fight back because she's black and I'm white.

Cressida you might fight her yourself."

Cressida kiss her teeth. "Really?" she asked.

"Yeah really."

"C'mon I can't do this alone."

"And why not?"

"You keep saying why not-" Cressida paused as she starts getting frustrated. "Look I know you don't want fight her because of your color of skin and her color of skin, which is understandable but you're my best friend - and so is Diarumid's - but you and I are have been friends since-" "Elementary school."

"Yeah so while you don't have to fight Flossie...physically but you just have to defend me and yourself mentally."

Clarabelle sighs.

"I just don't want get in trouble with Flossie," Clarabelle said.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to get in trouble, she will attack you regardless." Suddenly Cressida hear the sound of a door open and closed.

"CRESSIDA, FELICIA IS HERE!" Ms. Nollypollon shouted.

Cressida sighs that she has to end the conversation with Clarabelle.

"Coming in," Cressida said it back to her mom before talking to Clarabelle. "By the way I gotta go," she said. "I gotta feed my sister...which sucks ass."

"Oh I feel bad for you, girl," Clarabelle said.

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"You bet'cha."

Seconds later, Cressida went out of her bedroom and went back to the dining room where her sister Felicia is sitting down one on of the seats of the dining table.

Felicia glanced at Cressida.

"Hey Cressida," Felicia said with a smirk on her face. "Give me a cheese sandwich. In fact, make five slices of it."

Cressida sighs frustratedly as she has to make food for her. Apparently she doesn't want to make food for her sister as it would annoyed the heck out of her.

"Alright fine," Cressida said in a not-so-happy tone before walking to the kitchen. There, she grab the bread from the counter, take out the cheese and the butter from the fridge as well as the paper plate from the kitchen pantry and a knife from the kitchen draw. She placed the plate on the other counter, place five whole slices of bread on the plate itself and start adding butter on each of the slices. After that, she the cut some pieces of the cheese and put them on only three whole slices of bread. Next, she fold one of the three slices that has cheese on top on each of them, making it a slice of a cheese sandwich. Afterwards she paced the other two whole slices of bread that has butter on it on top of the other two who slices that has cheese on it. Finally, she uses the knife to cut two whole cheese sandwiches into four half-slices. In all, there are five slices of cheese sandwiches, just like her little sister wanted.

After that, she then holds the plate with her right hand, comes out of the kitchen and back into the dining room and brings the plate of cheese sandwiches to Felicia.

"Here you go," Cressida said as she place the plate on the table in front of Felicia.

"Thank you," Felicia smiled at her. At least everything is calm so Cressida can relax herself back at her bedroom and do her thing. But not so fast...

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eat. "Hey can you just warn them up?!" She asked Cressida. "I like them warm."

Cressida got stressed when her little sister wanted her food to warm them up when all Felicia can do bring her plate to the microwave and warm it up herself. So I tried to tell her. "Uh no you go do it yourself," she told Felicia.

"Nah huh," Felicia said. "I'm not supposed to warm it up myself so don't tell me what you do."

"Oh you will do what I tell you to do-" "EXCUSE ME CRESSIDA CAN YOU PLEASE WARM UP YOUR SISTER'S FOOD AND NOT ARGUE WITH HER!" Ms. Nollypollon shouted.

Cressida groaned.

"Fine mom I will," Cressida said before taking the plate away from Felicia. Furious, she forced back to the kitchen with that same plate and placed under the microwave. Afterwards, she then start pressing the numbers incorrectly. Apparently she thinks she’s setting the time right but she actually isn't...because she's so furious that she isn’t paying attention.

Instead of setting to about forty seconds - the time to warm up the sandwiches - she sets up three minutes...and she's unaware of it. After setting up the microwave, she then waits. But as she waits however, she started to sense that there's something wrong as smoke mysterious coming out of the microwave. At the same time...

"CRESSIDA WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING?!" Ms. Nollypollon came to the kitchen in a quick place and as she approached Cressida and the microwave, she stop the microwave. And when she open it, smoke started to fill the kitchen, making Cressida and Ms. Nollypollon cough.

"Open the goddamn windows girl," Ms. Nollypollon told Cressida.

Cressida then walked out of the kitchen and start opening all of the windows in the house.

"Do you supposed to know how much time does it actually take for these cheese sandwiches to warm up Cressida?" Ms. Nollypollon asked before pressing the sprinkler button so that the sprinkler on the roof can spray the smoke out of the house. "Because now you have to make cheese sandwiches to your sister AGAIN AND MAKE THEM WARM NOT HOT! © 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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UNDERSTAND?!"

"Understand," Cressida said.

Page 135: Cressida plugging into her music streaming service Afterwards, Cressida went back to his bedroom and hopped back to her unmade bed. She then pulled out her laptop from her laptop bag and placed it onto her lap. When she opens her laptop, her laptop starts booting up by itself, it's just that her laptop was on sleep when it's closed; she didn't fully shut it down.

After the laptop screen went up, she then start looking around her desktop and double-clicked on the "Music Streaming Service" icon that looked a lyric hovering over a globe. After a few seconds, a dialog window pop up on the screen saying "Welcome to the Baltimore-Washington Music Streaming Service" in the middle of that window with two buttons down at the bottom: "Continue" and "Close Down." She click "Continue" and the dialog window changed to another screen: "Choose the music you want.

There's nothing wrong with it!" Convinced by that statement, she then start selecting some of the music. What she didn't notice is a warning down at very bottom of that window. It's so small, she couldn't read it....even though she has reflective reflexes on her eyes. But the warning says: "You must submit billing credit information when selecting music genres." She didn't read it so...oh well.

Next after that, the same window changes to another screen with another question: "Did you have a smartphone? Because it's required to get downloaded as a smartphone app."

"What?" She got shocked as she place both hands on the back of her head.

"Fuck you! This one requires a smartphone?�

Just minutes later, Cressida tried to convince her mom Ms. Nollypollon so that she can get a new smartphone. Ms. Nollypollon reluctantly agreed, and so Cressida got a new smartphone.

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Chapter 25 The next morning, me and Birchard were talking as we headed towards the school. We were both dropped off from our parents.

"Anyway let's talk about you Diarumid," he said. "Since you're the troublefree person unlike Cressida-" He suddenly started to notice something strange seen through the top of my t-shirt. "Um...is it okay if you can take your shirt off?" He asked.

That made me a bit uncomfortable. And yes, he's noticing that I have man boobs. What would Cressida's dad's reaction be like when I reveal my man boobs? I asked myself in my head.

"I just curious to see what you have under your shirt," he said.

I took a deep breath hoping that he will not attack me or tease me.

After a few seconds, I close my eyes and take off my t-shirt, becoming shirtless and revealing my man boobs.

And yeah once I reveal my moobs, his eyebrows was widely raised.

"Holy mackerel!" He reacted with a shock. "What in the world is that on your chest, man?

"Wow you don't even know what it is?"

"Uh no," he shook his head.

"These on the chest are man boobs."

"Man boobs?� he asked.

I nervously nodded.

"So you got man boobs?"

"Yeah," I sighed when he reacted like that and am pretty sure he would tease me or laugh at me. But no, instead he doesn't.

"Okay. How do you get that?"

That question got me confused...like he think I got surgery when I actually didn't. "How do I get my man boobs?" I said.

"Yeah." He went into a curiously look.

"My man boobs are like that when I was born. I was born with man boobs, also known as gynecomastia."

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Okay I may have been comfortable being shirtless with my bare man breasts...at home when my mom and my aunt is around. But here...okay I admitted I actually am a bit uncomfortable showing my man boobs to the public when other people are around. "You know um-" I'm trying to answer his question but I can't figure what I would say.

"Listen I know it's kinda...complicated," he said. "Complicated that you have man boobs or moobs or gynecomastia." He sighed. "Back when I was...a teenager, I have my man boobs of my own. I have tried to ignore the comments my classmates make and tried to um...accept my man boobs." He paused and sighed again. "But the comments...and the teasing...eventually got me and prevented me from enjoying a life with my moobs- at least most girls are nice and they're offering me bras, but at the same time I feel like I was insulted and the bras are seen as attempts to just insult me and humiliate me rather than very nice friendly offerings to just go with my moobs and have good fun with them." He certainly shaking his head in disbelief. "That's when I decided to just give up and take surgery. The question today is: am I happy that my man boobs are gone?" He then sighed for the third time. "Well I'm happy that all of that teasing stopped because I call them out. I call them out on it! And I tell them what it is like for them to have their man boobs."

"You seem like you're not happy about with your situation," I said.

"About them treating me like crap when I have man boobs at the time?" He asked.

I took a deep breath wondering if I could have the same experience as him. "I wonder if it could happen to me," I said as I move my face slightly away from him.

He notice that I'm feeling the same way. "I wish I hope not," he said.

"But that's-" he struggled to finish that sentence as the words 'the reality' came too emotionally to him. Instead of saying those words, he say this: "Diarumid, I just want to say that...Let me say this. Don't be discouraged by those idiots in school or in the public who dislikes your man boobs. Don't let them drag you down because of your gyneo. Don't let those comments get you in the way. If someone tease you about it, then call them out on it. If someone makes a negative comment, call them out. If someone harass you, Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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insult you or humiliate you, calm them out. Call them out on what they say and what they do, man. Handle the criticism, handle the complaints, handle the teasing, handle all of the negative things they say about your man boobs...and turn them into something really positive. You think you can do that?"

I thought it for a moment as I move my face back toward him.

"I think that's an awesome idea," I said. "I can do that."

He sighed in relief when I said I can defend it. “Well I gotta go to cheerleading practice,” he said. “So see you later.”

“See you later Birchard.”

PAGE FIXING As soon as I almost heading towards the cafeteria, I suddenly stumbled across a bunch of boys circling around a girl who is a bit sexy. And I think that that girl's chest and behind caught those boys' attention so they approached her.

"Hey there," boy #1 said to this girl with the brown hair as he and the other boys walked up to her with smirks on their faces. "Sexy girl," he added a lewd comment.

The girl glanced up at them with a smile on her face, taking those comments as okay nicknames.

"So sexy-ass girl what the hell are you doing?" Boy #2 asked.

And that question made me stop for a second as I'm not sure whether that boy is saying "sexy-ass" as in she really is sexy or saying that term coming as mocking her. And I thought to myself if this is just one of those 'having fun of you' conversations or one of those 'making fun of you' conversations. The question to myself is should I leave them alone and think their conversation is not my business or should I actually go and intervene and stop the conversation from going into a dark turn. I then glanced at that girl who is the center of the boys' attention.

"Dude she's not just a sexy-ass girl," boy #3 told boy #2. "She's a sexyass bitch....and I want to fuck her."

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these boys out on it before they could make even more worse comments.

"What did you just call her?" I asked Boy #3.

Boy #3 moves his head closer to me. "A sexy-ass bitch and I want to fuck her."

"Oh so you want to have sex with her?" I asked with a surprise look on my face.

"Don't you want sex?"

"Oh I really do," I nodded while not having a mode with him as I actually don't want to play games with those boys. "I want to have sex.

Protected sex. That's what you guys should have."

"Oh c'mon really?" The boys asking this question at once.

"Oh so you don't want protected sex huh?" I asked with a know-it-all attitude. "So you guys want to be naked or stuff?"

The boys didn't answer my question. They instead look at each other with a smiles fading in before they burst out laughing.

I folded my arms looking quite pissed. "Oh so you guys want to naked sex then, okay," I said without a pause in that sentence, "Don't you want to have sex with this girl right here?" Boy #4 asked me as he point his finger at her.

"I want to have sex with her...," I nodded again. "....if I know her."

"Well did you know her?" Boy #2 asked me.

"Well let’s ask the same question to all of you?" I folded my arms back.

"Did you guys EVEN know her?"

"Well...," boy #1 said as he glances back at his other friends before he glances back at me. "...I mean...."

"We had just want to gawk at her that's all," boy #2 said to me.

"Gawk at her?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"So you're guys checking out her so-called 'hot stuff' like what's on her chest or what's on her bottom?" I pointed fingers at my chest and my bottom to show them what I'm talking about.

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The girl with the brown hair raised her eyebrows and open her mouth as she reacted with shock as well. "Excuse me what the fuck did you just said to me," she asked him.

"An idiot girl," boy #3 said.

"Oh okay," she nodded with an unhappy attitude.

"Oh so you're calling her an idiot girl," I said to him. "Can I tell you about her, thanks," my eyebrows squinted while I nodded my head. "She's NOT an idiot girl. She's a smart girl who is smarter than ANY of you."

"Oh that's what you think," boy #1 said.

"Oh really, okay let me tell you this: DON'T call a girl a dumbass any other insult term."

"Yeah but what if she really is an idiot?" Boy #3 asked.

"Yeah can we still call her an idiot?" Boy #2 asked.

"I have a question: what if somebody call you an idiot dude?"

"Um...why did you even ask this question to me?" Boy #3 asked me.

"Yeah that's none of your business," boy #2 said to me.

"That's none of my business?" I asked while pointing my finger at myself. "So you guys are not concerned about being called an idiot?"

"Alright that's enough can we just shut him up?" Boy #4 asked his friends.

"C'mon let's go beat the crap out of him," boy #1 said as they slowly walked close to me and the girl.

But the girl with the brown hair quickly steps up as she steps in front of me and pushes her right hand in mid-air, signaling them to stop. "Whoa excuse me," she said. "If you gonna beat the crap out of him then I'll beat the crap out of all of you." And to be clear, very clear: she isn't joking.

The boys stand there froze while staring at her; her angry and serious face makes them nervous about whupping my ass. They glanced at each other thinking to themselves if they really gonna do it. As they glanced at her again, they're starting to realize that beating the crap out of me is not a good idea, especially in front of a girl like her.

Boy #1 started to shake his head. The rest of the boys shake their heads too.

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his friends as they start walking away from us.

"Yeah we don't wanna deal with this," boy #3 said.

As the boys walks away from us, it appears that her hand-signaling worked. And I was impressed.

"Nice move girl," I said before we high-five each other. "You saved me from getting an ass-whuppen."

"Yeah and thank you for defending me and teaching those boys a lesson," she said.

"Is there anything negative that these guys said to you?" I asked while we start walking towards the cafeteria. "Did you see any of these guys before?"

"Um no," she said as she shook my head. "They encounter other girls too with their lewd remarks; this is my first encounter with them before you decided to step in and call them out."

"Okay so you never get encountered by other boys?"

"No. Just these...group of them."

"Okay," I nodded, but this time in a more friendly way.

We talked about for more than a minute before we head separate ways for lunch; it was nice meeting her.

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Chapter 26 "Okay so here's the explanation," Cressida is at breakfast the next day, talking to Clarabelle and me while sitting on the same table as we were the last time. "Right after I finished the call with you Clarabelle, I was forced into making cheese sandwiches for my little sister and it's so...fucking horrible."

"Who's your little sister's name?" Clarabelle asked.

"Her name is Felicia. She's ten-years-old."

"Did your mom told you to make Felicia some-" "Yes. Okay can I continue explaining before you guys deluge into more questions?"

"Oh you go ahead."

"Thank you um... Yeah, so I went to the living room and start making cheese sandwiches for Felicia, five slices. And once I finished them, I bring the plate to her but then she wanted them to warm up so...ughh! So I went back to the kitchen and place the plate into the microwave and I was angry that I didn't look at the time that I'm setting at and that cause the microwave to blow up in smoke...well the sandwiches were burning that's why the microwave has smoke but it actually didn't blow up in smoke."

"Wow," I reacted like as if Cressida didn't pay attention at what she's doing. "Did you know that setting a time higher for something that's actually not frozen would cause burning and smoke?" I asked Cressida.

"Well no I always thought one minute is the microwaveable time for 'warming' up food," Cressida said. "I didn't know it's actually frozen food that is more microwavable than homemade snack foods like those cheese sandwiches that I made for Felicia."

"Cressida I get that you have been frustrated at making lunch for your little sister," I said before taking a breath. "Many people like us have been frustrated at little siblings (and our parents) who wants us to do things for them to make them happy. There're maybe reasons why: there's a fact that little siblings are not yet big enough to do the responsibility themselves until they get older. Or maybe they're just busy or they're just lazy. So that's why we get frustrated at doing things for them. Hopefully, people like us and Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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siblings like us will do the chores ourselves. Because when a little sibling grows up becoming an adult just like we are, he or she will take responsibility on their own."

“Wow it’s a good thing for me and Diarumid to not have a sibling,” Clarabelle said. “But I certainly feel bad for you Cressida. I hope you and your sister can work out the best.”

“And I hope that you figure out your laziness problem Clarabelle,” Cressida said. “Because one day your laziness will catch up to you and eventually bite you in the ass.”

“In what ground?”

“In what ground? The ground is that one day you will get a failing grade if you get too lazy.”

“Look Cressida, I got my homework handle at nights as always and I continue to get straight As. You worry about your homework, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Can we talk about The Goddess of Washington’s plan is?” I asked.

“Like what is her plan?”

“Diarumid I have no idea,” Clarabelle said. “There was not much information about her and my computer doesn’t say what her plans were.”

“Huh, that sounds like a mystery to solve,” Cressida said. “Oh by the way I have lunch detention today so…yeah.”

“Have you behave very well?” I asked.

Cressida takes a moment to answer with a deep breath. “Yeah,” she nods.

Then the school bell rings.

“Well time for class than,” Clarabelle said as we all get up from our seats.

“Yeah, I don’t want to be late for this class before that teacher serve me double detentions,” Cressida said.

“Well don’t be a dumbass if you don’t want to be late Cressida,” I said.

“Just respect the teacher like we always do.”

“Okay, I’ll try.”

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DAMN hardest, girl. Okay? Think of a shortcut or your speed or your super speed, rather. That way you won’t be late in classes” She sighed. “Okay. I’ll try my damn hardest, Diarumid.”

“Now that’s my best friend.”

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Chapter 27 Near the final seconds of a school day, the bell rings.

"Alright class dismissed," Ms. Springbrooks said.

Flossie quickly approached me. "I just want to say 'good luck', she said to me.

"Thank you," I said it back.

"I have to run to my soccer practice. I'll talk to you next time.

"Okay."

When I come out of the quiz show classroom, I see Cressida once again, who just come out of Ms. Kelly's office.

"How's your day in in-school suspension?" I asked. "Any signs of progress?"

"You know Diarumid," Cressida said. "I have been working on a whole lot of progress." She smiles with confidence.

But I'm not really sure. I folded my arms. "Really?" I asked with a skeptical look on my face.

Cressida chuckle.

"You seem to gain a 'lot of progress' in that detention office right there," I use a so-called gesture. "But are you gaining a 'lot of progress' at home?"

"Listen this in-school suspension is about getting better at school."

"Yeah but it's also about getting better in life too."

"Look I always been better at home than at school."

I raised my eyebrows when she said that because I don't think she always better at home then at school.

"It's just that there are things that mess me up and it's not my fault," she continued. "When shit happens, I'm not the problem here. Flossie is the problem. And so is my mom and my little sister; they bother my ass a lot.

And also there are decisions I made that ended up a bit worse and I don't think they're my fault but rather my sister's fault, my mom's fault or the fault of a thing. That's right I can blame a thing."

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all of her decisions weren't her fault and would blame someone else or even a thing.

"So you would blame someone else for your reckless decision?" I asked with certain that I don't agree with her.

"Well...," Cressida was thinking she was gonna answer yes but after looking at my questionable look on my face, she begin to have a second thought. "...I wish," she answered that instead.

"You wish? Cressida remember you said about the 'cheese sandwich' incident."

"Yeah," Cressida nodded.

"Did you blame the microwave, your little sister or yourself?" I asked.

"Well I wish I would blame the microwave but-" she stopped when she saw me exchanged a 'Really?' look on my face, forcing her to admit. "Okay I would take responsibility for it. Like you said, everyone should take responsibility when they grow up. And I guess I start taking responsibility on my life as a person."

"Okay," I nodded. "When? Right now?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"Diarumid what else do you think I can do myself?"

"Start taking care of yourself and people around you seriously."

"I am."

"Yeah but not enough."

"EXCUSE ME GO OUTSIDE AND GET TO YOUR TRANSPORTATION!" Ms. Kelly shouted as she comes out of the office and paces around the hall. "YOU GUYS DON'T WANT TO BE LATE FOR THE BUS!" "C'mon let's exit the building before someone drag us eventually," I said.

We then went outside as usual when it comes to bus dismissal. Flossie had already not going to dismissal and hadn't left the school yet because of her soccer practice so I just gonna have a talk with Cressida for a while.

"So where is your bus?" I asked her.

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Suddenly our conversation got interrupted by Aunt Carlotta who drove her car to the other side of the parking lot.

Shortly afterwards, my aunt, Aunt Carlotta has arrived in her Mazda Blue vehicle taking over Flossie's mom's vehicle's spot. Aunt Carlotta's right car front window has started to open. "Hey Diarumid it's Aunt Carlotta time to get into the car," she said with a little excitement.

But then the unexpected happen: "Um can I take him for a walk instead?" Cressida asked her.

I immediately raised my eyebrows and glanced at Cressida. 'Really?' I wondered to myself. 'You and me going out for a walk? Did she has plans for that? Because it's just went out of the blue.' Sure, I would love to hangout with Cressida - and I would also love to hangout with Flossie as well - and sure, I would love to go out for a walk with her but despite her super intelligence, her so-called "super intelligence" is only on education and I'm not sure if she actually knows where to go to my house because...I wouldn't know where to go to my house is either.

And even Aunt Carlotta has been skeptic about Cressida and her 'out of the blue' plans. "Are you sure gonna walk with him?" She asked her.

"Cressida?"

Whoa wait what? That's my reaction when my aunt says my best friend's name. My immediate question is "How did my aunt recognize my best friend and her name?" That's what I need to know but I couldn't ask her that question now because I don't show her my immediate shocked reaction; I would ask her later with a more calm approach when she's at my house.

"Yes Carlotta," Cressida said before she gets awkward. "I...know the way."

That awkward has made me even more nervous. Plus also another question: how on earth did Cressida know my aunt's name? Did the two hangout with each other or Aunt Carlotta choose to found one of my best friends and have a talk with her? Once again, I don't know.

After a few seconds of skepticism on her face, Aunt Carlotta starts to feel confidence in Cressida knowing the way to take me home. Then Aunt Carlotta's skeptic face has faded into a calm when she turned to me and that's because not only she wanted to know if it's okay for me to have a Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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good time with one of my best friends but she also wanted me to know if it's okay for Cressida to take a big responsibility for taking me home safely.

"Diarumid will you trust this troublemaking girl?" Aunt Carlotta asked me.

I glanced at her before I turned slightly around at Cressida while Cressida glanced at me while almost over her shoulder. As I looked at Cressida, she seems a bit desperate as she really wants to hangout with me and to spend time with me. I can guess the answer to this might be that she doesn't want Flossie to take over as my err...uhh...special friend. I said special friend and not girlfriend because I don't know if Cressida and Flossie are actually competing to win me over and given the tension between the two girls it seems like there's going to be a "who wants to be my girlfriend?" competition later on but we'll see.

"Diarumid please," Cressida said. "We'll uh...talk along while we uh...walk along. I'll take you home safe and sound."

But I still got my questionable look on my face because that still wasn't convinced me to trust her. I still need to know whether she knows the way to walk me to my house, where Aunt Carlotta usually takes me back there.

Seeing my questionable face, Cressida sighs as she spits out to say another sentence that'll not only prove her worthy to take responsibility to take me home with the right directions but also confirmedly prove me (and Aunt Carlotta) worthy to trust her to take me home with the right directions to get there. "I know the address of your home," she said. "Flossie gave it to me after you two exchange you guys' contact information."

Now that is proof that I can really trust her. "Then show me," I said to her.

She then picks up her smartphone out of her purse and shows me the screenshot of my home address - the same one that I not only have written but also the same one that I gave it to Flossie - from her smartphone, fully confirming the proof.

"Good," I said with a nod of confidence. "Now I can trust you taking me home." I then glanced back at Aunt Carlotta. "Yeah Aunt Carlotta," I said to my aunt. "I'm okay."

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she starts to drive slowly away. "Good luck Cressida," she said in a strict face before she drives off.

After looking at Aunt Carlotta throwing angry shades at her and watching my aunt driving away, Cressida sighs as she thinks her walk with me will be under surveillance by my aunt - meaning that my aunt will be watching her time to see if Cressida bring me home on time ... and looking through the windows to see if Cressida walk him home safely - so she REALLY had to take this responsibility really seriously. Nevertheless, she still wants to hangout and walk with me - I think said this sentence like eight times already - but at the same time she ways the walk-and-talk to be more openconversation and less timed and she doesn't want to get caught, get in trouble with my aunt (or even her mother) or get her ass-whuppin.

"So Diarumid wanna take a walk?" She asked me with a smile EVEN THOUGH I already have permission. Did she just know already? But anyway...

After glancing at her and thinking about it for a few seconds, I gave her an one-worded answer: "Yes," I said with a slight smile on my face and another nod.

"Oh yeah!" Cressida shouted using her right fist pump.

"Hey hey hey don't shout!" shouted Ms. Kelly, who is standing the same spot like the previous days but unusually quiet for the day. "Alright!"

After glancing at Ms. Kelly, we then glanced back at each other with smiles, excited to hangout.

But then my smile slowly fades as I already knew that my aunt is putting her in a test, a test of time and responsibility and I knew I, as a teenage boy (who keeps everything under control), have to make sure Cressida will do this seriously because I don't want her to screw it nor mess it up nor even fooling around and I don't want to screw it up, mess it up, nor fooling or playing around with her; I just want Cressida to succeed in this so I could take walks with her in the near future; I don't want to make it a one-off, I just want her to be successful on making better decisions, I just successful in life the best as she can just as she's successful in education, especially getting straight As and earning scholarships, so I'll do my very very best to make sure that she'll succeed to become a very better person like I am. And I'll may want some help from her if I need to...because like I said, she's a Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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straight A student. And so is Flossie. But I have to wait and see who's better.

"Cressida," I called her name. "My aunt is testing you to be on time and keep me safe and I'm really counting on you to know exactly the way we're going without any problems. It's that clear?"

Cressida takes a deep breath while still glancing at him. "Yes." "Okay," I said quietly.

"Hey are you two waiting for your bus, car ride or what?" Ms. Kelly asked with her right hand holding and pointing her walkie-talkie at both of us.

"We just gonna walk," I said to her. "Sorry for standing there lollygagging."

"Apology accepted. By the way I love your butt."

I stopped and turned around to look at Ms. Kelly. "Thank you," I said.

"You're welcome."

I glanced back at Cressida, who seemed a bit surprised that an adult staff member - an assistant principal, that is - would make such a comment like that.

"Wow," Cressida reacted with her eyebrows raised. "Can't believe an adult say that you have a nice butt," she whispered to me.

"Yeah um it's not just girls who would say that Cressida," I said as we start walking. "Women would say such things too. Flossie told me that and I wanted you to acknowledge that."

Cressida sighed. “Flossie,” she said while shaking her head. “Flossie Flossie Flossie.”

Minutes later, me and Cressida are walking off the school grounds and into the neighborhood sidewalk. And yes, I started to feel like my best friend really knows the direction to get to my house and I started to feel relaxed and safe...for now.

I'm surprised by her knowledge of the way to my home. "Wow," I said.

"I'm pretty impressed."

"I told you I know the way to get you home," Cressida said.

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"Oh yeah."

"Well then can you tell me? If you already know, just tell me the rest of the way that I know and I'll be really impressed."

"Okay right now we're on Franklin Street and next up is Washington Street and finally Lincoln Street."

I quickly raised my eyebrows because that's the rest of the way my aunt drives me there. "Wow that's really impressive Cressida," I said.

Minutes later, I'm almost home. I'm almost home. I'm surprised that Cressida would even know the way to take me home. Her knowledge of it has spurred me several questions.

"Okay let me ask this question," I said. "How in the world do you know my home address? Is it your super intelligence?"

"Well listen I know every road in Washington DC," she said.

"You know every road?"

"Okay almost."

"I'm just checking on you to see if you're the super intelligent person."

"Well I am."

We stopped walking and glanced at each other face to face as we're arrived at my home.

Cressida doesn't seem that I believe the words she said. The words that she's going to be a better person. Realizing this, she's gonna explain and clarify who she is. "Okay can I explain how I got super intelligence?" She asked.

I paused for a few seconds. I'm feeling that she's thinking that I was trying to make her proof enough to me, which I'm not. I just want to see if she's really capable of being smart at...almost everything such as the way to get to my house, which she is capable of.

"Listen I'm not trying to see if you're smarter than me," I told her. "I'm not trying to see if you're stronger than me. I just want to know if you're capable of doing all of those things. Because I know you have been in inschool suspension since the very first day of school and you're already grounded after burning the cheese sandwiches. The point is I'm not trying to make you prove it; I'm trying to make you succeed in order to become that type of person. Because after all, you got straight As, right?"

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"And your straight A credibility will be effected by your awful antics if you continue to behave like this."

"Oh don't worry I managed to do all of my homework...," she nods with confidence. "...at the last minute."

I raised my eyebrows once again because...she couldn't manage to do all of her homework at the last minute at once and still get straight As. No one could do that. I wouldn't believe her. At first.

"At the last minute?" I asked with another skeptical look on my face.

"Yeah."

"You managed to do all of your homework at the last minute....and still got straight As?" "Absolutely."

"What if you actually got a grade lower than that?"

"Then it'll be the teacher's fault for putting that grade."

"Cressida," I sighed.

"Okay fine I'll be blamed for doing homework for the last minute but here's the thing Diarumid: I already know all of the answers on all of my homework. You wanna know how?" She then pointed her finger at her forehead, implying that she uses her knowledge from her head. "I use my memory. That's right, I use my memory of everything of what my teachers have taught me and everything that I learned about.�

"Okay...but what happens if you get stuck with a question that you suddenly don't know?" I asked.

"Okay first of all did you have any problems with homework?" She folded her arms.

"Well yeah."

"So why worry about what I'm doing to succeed with homework when you should worry about what did you struggle with homework?"

"Because doing homework at the last minute and managed to get that same grade is not really magic at all. I don't want you to get a lower grade or even a failing grade. If you really want to be that kind of a straight A student you have to really focus on doing homework the first thing when you get home."

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"Why not?"

"Because I have other things to do."

"Like what?"

"Um...," she then stumbled. "Uh..."

"Any 'other things' that are busy to you."

"Well um...yeah....," she started to feel anxious because apparently her "other things" include slacking off.

"Okay I was in my bedroom chilling around, browsing the internet through my laptop watching a bunch of women doing crazy stuff and play a bunch of online games but I also look at the encyclopedia source...Wikipedia."

"Wikipedia isn't a source, Cressida. It's a bunch of a stuff that has been edited a bunch of idiots who copy and paste from other websites."

"Well what did you do when you get home?"

"I go home and the first thing I'll do after I went home is trying to do my homework. That's the first thing I went home. Was the homework hard?

Some of it yes and some of it no. But what I earn from eighth grade is 2.5 GPA meaning that I got a B in English, a C Math, a C in Science, a D in Social Studies, a C in Art, a C in Health. Overall, my GPA is a 2.5 and I'm doing everything I can to boost my grade up in high school.

"So homework's the first thing you do when you went home.

"Yeah.”

"Would you like me to have a study night with you?”

"I'm sorry?" I said it with the fact that I couldn't hear what she just asked me.

"Would you like me to have a study night?"

"Um..." Just as I was thinking about it, a phone call was ringing.

"Hold on," Cressida said as she pulls out her flip phone. "Hello," she answered.

"CRESSIDA WHERE ARE YOU?" Ms. Nollypollon shouted so loud that Cressida holds her phone away from her ear before placing it back towards it.

"I'm actually taking my friend to school," Cressida said.

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YOUR ASS!" She then hang up.

"You know what I actually gotta go," Cressida said to me as puts her flip phone back to her pocket. "There's something of an explanation between me and my mom so I have to leave. Maybe next time?"

"I'll ask my mom," I said. "Will you?"

"Well yeah. I mean she doesn't mind you coming into our house or me coming to your house and she may like you. It's just the fact on HOW WELL I treat you is the most concern for her."

"Oh. Well at least I'm fine for the most part."

"Yeah. Alright I gotta go."

"See ya."

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"FAAAARRRRRRRTTTTT!" She rip out a BIG LOUD-ASS FART! "BUUUURRRRRRRP! And emit a BIG LOUD-ASS BURP! "Clarabelle do you got your home-" her mom approached the room when she suddenly stumbled by that awful smell in her daughter's room.

"Holy shit," she held her green sweater over her nose to block. "Clarabelle did you pass gas?!"

"What?" Clarabelle said as she slowly move her head to the other side with her eyes closed like she's sleeping.

"Did you pass gas in here?" Her mom asked again as she fanning out the smell.

"Pass gas?" Clarabelle said it slowly with a yawn.

"Uh yeah. Because it sure smells like you burped or farted."

"Oh really," Clarabelle said it slowly.

Her mom kiss her teeth. "Clarabelle you really need to stop...passing...gas and get off your lazy behind to start doing homework."

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forth. "I'll do it later."

"Do it later?" Her mom went shocked even though Clarabelle has actually been doing homework at the last minute almost EVERY NIGHT! The next morning, Cressida and Clarabelle were inside the school entrance.

"So you didn't do much of your homework last night?" Cressida asked Clarabelle.

"Look I got lazy," Clarabelle said as she threw her hands in the air. "I was too lazy to do my homework." She then folded her arms.

"Well is there anyway you can do to finish your homework on time?"

Cressida asked.

"I already done my homework," Clarabelle said. "This morning. With the rest of the blank answers are actual guesses."

"Wait what?" Cressida reacted with shock. "Are you concerned about a failing grade that you'll get for this?"

"I don't care. I take the grade, I take the fall. I'll try not to be lazy next time."

About a minute later, I got dropped off to school by my mom and afterwards I went inside the school entrance where I see my two best friends Cressida and Clarabelle talking to each other with Cressida standing while Clarabelle leaning her elbows against the lockers with her arms folded.

I then approached them.

"Hey guys," I said with a wave at them.

"Hey Diarumid," Cressida said with a wave back.

"Good morning Diarumid," Clarabelle said.

"So Cressida are you out of your in-school suspension?" I asked as I come closer to them.

Cressida took a deep breath. "Well Ms. Harris says that I currently don't do anything wrong in the last few days in her office and she said that I'm doing pretty good and I didn't get into trouble...so far."

"So...does that mean you're out of the woods...yet?" I asked.

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"Go tell him," Clarabelle whispered to Cressida.

Cressida then glanced back at me. "Yes," she said with a big nod. "I'm now out of the detention office and now back to the English classroom."

"Alright," I gave her a high five. "Hope you don't fart again."

"Or burp," Clarabelle added.

"Nope I won't you guys," Cressida said. "I will try not to pass gas in English class or any other class."

I folded my arms as I'm a little bit skeptic. "Are you sure?" I asked.

"Uh...yeah," Cressida said with a big nervous smile on the face. "I will. I definitely will."

Then the school bell rang.

Cressida, Clarabelle and I went into the English classroom where Ms. Sterling is sitting down at her office desk doing her paperwork.

When Ms. Sterling looks up at Cressida returning to the classroom, the teacher nods wanting to see how Cressida improves her behavior after the student's disrespect fart on the first day of school.

"Cressida would you come here for a second," Ms. Sterling asked.

The three of us stopped and glanced at her.

"I'll be back," Cressida said to me and Clarabelle before she walked to Ms. Sterling. "Yes, Ms. Sterling?"

"Well first things first I want to say this to you," Ms. Sterling said.

"Welcome back."

"Thank you," Cressida said.

"You got some catching up to do," Ms. Sterling scooch down in her chair and open one of her desk draws and pull out a bunch of printed workbook papers. "Here," she says as she hands over the papers. "I'll give you time to do so before the deadline of exactly next week. If you need help, ask either of your best friends or your other classmates."

"But wait you're not gonna help me?" Cressida asked.

"No because the last time I saw you, you farted in class. BIG TIME! Now, I'm the teacher, you're the student. Now go to your seat."

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"Alright here it is mam," Clarabelle said as she places hers on her desk.

Once we placed our homework on our desks, Ms. Sterling asked the first student to collect homework from one side and asked the second student to collect homework from the other side. Both students gave both piles of homework to the teacher.

"Thank you," Ms. Sterling said while taking both collected piles of homework on both hands. She then walked back towards her desk and sat back down at her office desk. Minutes later, as she grading out papers, Ms. Sterling then checks Clarabelle's homework. The teacher then paused and move her face towards the student's paper as she senses something unusual on the student's answers written on the paper. She marked the paper anyway but at the same time she wondered 'is it Clarabelle's or someone else because Clarabelle usually gets straight As all the time like few other students do.' She didn't really expect the student to make incorrect answers. After marking that paper, she slightly pull the paper with her left hand to take another closer look at it to see if she actually marked the wrong paper, were the answers were correct but can't read it properly, or the answers were really incorrect. "This can't be real," she said to herself. But it turns out that the incorrect answers were really Clarabelle's and this is Clarabelle's homework. She shook her head as she couldn't believe it. "Clarabelle," she called. "Can you come here please?"

Me, Cressida and Clarabelle paused working and glanced at Ms. Sterling and then at each other before Clarabelle got up out of her seat and walked towards the teacher.

"There's something I need to talk to you," Ms. Sterling said to Clarabelle. "About this," she then turned the paper around and showed it to her while holding it with both hands.

Clarabelle takes a glare at her homework the teacher is holding.

Looking from her point of view, on the top-right of the paper, she sees a grade that she usually don't get. A failing grade. Yes, she got a failing grade for the first time. What failing grade does she get? A D-. Yep, she got a D- for her last night homework. Much to her shock.

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Clarabelle sighs as she knew this was coming. "Okay let me explain," she said to Ms. Sterling. "I was lazy."

"Lazy?"

"Yes," Clarabelle nodded. "I was so lazy that I actually couldn't finish my homework. In fact I couldn't have the time to finish it. So I just had a few correct answers on the top of the worksheet and filed the rest of the worksheet with just guesses and stuff."

"Guesses and stuff?" Ms. Sterling said.

"Yeah."

"You're too lazy to finish your homework that you filled the rest of the blank answers with guesses and stuff?"

"Yeah," Clarabelle said. She wasn't nervous; she stand very defiantly while admitting.

Ms. Sterling shook her head. "Clarabelle this isn't you," she said. "You're a straight A girl, you're supposed to get incorrect answers. Aye...err," she put her hands on the top of her head in confusion. "I don't- I don't understand this." She then slammed the paper on her desk and place her right hand on her forehead and rubs it while looking down in frustration. She sighed.

"Clarabelle you gotta be better than that," she continued talking. "Right now I'm putting your failing grade into your report card." She then looks up at her again. "Unless you take an extra credit which I'm going to give you and the class a week later, your grades are lower than B. And if you continue to keep your lazy crap up, your grades aren't going to better. So basically the more you get lazy, the more your grades will go down. I just want to warn you about that."

"I understand," Clarabelle said. "I won't make this happen again."

"Good," Ms. Sterling said. "Now sit back down on your seat."

Me and Cressida hear the whole thing. The whole conversation between Clarabelle and Ms. Sterling. We then watched our friend sat back down in her seat besides us with her eyebrows winced and her mouth clenched.

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quietly.

That's the question I wanna know.

But before Clarabelle could even answer that question.

"EXCUSE ME NO TALKING OVER THERE!" Ms. Sterling shouted.

Cressida, Clarabelle and I looked at each other.

Minutes later when the bell rang, all of us classmates get up out of our seats including me, Cressida and Clarabelle.

Clarabelle begins to answer a question she didn't have time to answer at the time. "Ms. Sterling said I need to do better with homework and stop being lazy or else my grades will go down."

"So the teacher isn't happy with you," Cressida said to her. "About your grades."

"Yep," Clarabelle said.

"I'm sorry girl."

"No it's not your fault Cressida."

"I'm saying I'm sorry to you Clarabelle because I feel bad for you."

"Oh thank you for your kind words."

We then exit out of the classroom.

I thought it would a perfect time to talk some sense to Clarabelle.

"Clarabelle can we have a talk?" I asked.

"What?" Clarabelle said like a mouse.

"Can we have a talk? Just one-on-one."

"Sure."

"Is it going to be a private talk?" Cressida asked me.

"No you can listen." I then turn to Clarabelle. "So Clarabelle what's going on with you this morning?" I asked her. "What happened to you?"

"I got into a lazy business laying down on my bed sleeping for about five hours and I couldn't know why I done that yesterday afternoon," Clarabelle said.

"You were sleeping for five hours after school yesterday?" I asked with a state of shock.

"I was too tired that day Diarumid," she tried to explain reasoning.

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"No...okay yes I did stay up late the night before...drinking water and watching the Nicki Sanchezouski concert on TV; it aired like three am in the morning."

"Wow I guess she's a fan," Cressida said, referring to Clarabelle.

"So you stay up late watching your favorite music star," I said to Clarabelle. “Nicki Sanchezouski.”

"And I get tired the next day," Clarabelle said.

“You don’t have a DVR in your home?”

“Ehh…no.”

“And the concert was broadcast late at night.”

“Yeah.”

“Okay sooo…do you did your homework during that day?”

Clarabelle starts to admit it. “Okay that homework was overwhelming and I got too lazy to do it, plus I get excited to see that concert that night so I thought I can do homework later at the last minute and fill out the correct answers like I always do but I guess I was wrong in this case. Maybe I’m the only person in the world who is lazy.

I sighed. "Clarabelle," I said. "You're not the only one. There are many people who are lazy. And sometimes when they got lazy and when they something that needs to be done - like financials, the paperwork and stuff they push the 'need to be done' stuff off to the side for later. That is until when they looked at their pile of homework they should’ve done and they saw a deadline ringing to their eyes (at the same time), they immediately rushed to do the work at the last night. So in other words, they went from lazy to panic mode. Others actually knew the deadline but get too tired to even make an attempt to do it because of something that is more important to them when it's actually not. And they admitted to doing the work very lately and they would never done that again. Clarabelle, I understand the homework is overwhelming and many of us in the classroom know the homework is overwhelming as well but most of us try to make an attempt to do their best to do the so-called overwhelming homework very well. And most of us succeed, some of us failed, but at least they all tried their bet.

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score well in school as much as everybody else, including me, Flossie, Angelica and Cressida. And you have an awesome body like everybody else that you can really take care of yourself like everybody else. I know you can do it. Okay.”

Clarabelle sighs while understanding what I’m saying to her. “Okay,” she said to me with a nod. “Well let’s head lunch. I’m hungry.”

“Yeah me too,” Cressida said.

“Yeah me three,” I said.

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Chapter 28 At quiz show class, me, Flossie, and the rest of the students have gathered to listen to what Ms. Springbrooks assign them to do.

"Alright can I get your undivided attention please?" Ms. Springbrooks asked the class.

We were all quiet down as the teacher starts speaking.

“Okay we have two winners so far on the three-person team that will going to be representing our school competing with the other two schools for a taping of the show. Just remember if our school wins on that day's taping then we move on to the next round and if they win the next round, they will advance to the championship and if they win the championship....then this team and all of us in our school should have a celebration. But it's gonna take hard work to get there, I'm just letting you know.”

There are two irregular sets of chairs: one for the three-person team, the other is two chairs for the remaining contenders: me and Flossie waiting for the third and last seat to join the other two contestants.

Ms. Springbrooks turned her attention to us as she starting to announce the winner. "Alright," she clapped both of her hands once. "Now that both of you have studied all of the questions on your extra time and both of you have completed the steps that are required for you take and that both of you have taken a one-on-one trivia exam with me, I have the results on the card right here on both of my hands.”

Ms. Springbrooks glanced at me, then at Flossie. She glanced at again and she glanced at Flossie again. And then, she smiled at her. And that's when she knew she had a winner in Flossie.

At the same time, I exchanged a slightly sad look on my face because I just lost the game. I lost the fight to occupy the one-seat left to join the other two players. And I lost the chance to get on this quiz show...to make my school proud. And I feel like a loser. I feel sad, a little bit angry that I lose and a bit disappointed in myself.

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Springbrooks said. "Flossie come join the other two."

Flossie glanced at me for a few seconds before glancing back at Ms. Springbrooks. "Thanks," she said.

"Alright students," Ms. Springbrooks said "Here are the three students who would compete with other schools."

Minutes later, I exit out of the classroom when I saw Flossie load and unload her stuff from her locker. I then approached her. "Hey um...congratulations Flossie," I said.

"Thanks," Flossie said.

"I just want to know why did you beat me? Why did you feel like you wanna beat me? Why did you have the urge to defeat me?"

Flossie stops loading and unloading and glanced at me while she's holding a few books with her left hand. "Okay Diarumid," she explains.

"You're thinking in your mind that I want to beat you because I'm a girl who thinks that you're a boy who is clueless or because I'm a girl who loves to beat boys or because I'm a girl who had enough of boys wining that I desperately trying avoid getting my ass whupped or because girls are better than boys. No you got it all wrong. That's just the conventional assumptions.

The reason why I beat you, the reason why I defeated you, and the reason why I kicked your ass...is because I...I had a nightmare last night when I was in bedroom when you were selected instead of me. It wasn't really about the selection itself nor about you or me." She paused herself and sighed. "Had you been selected on the team...you would be the one who will flounder with the team and the team won't be able to the final round. And the team would become a laughing stock as almost the entire school will laugh or be angry with the team. That's the nightmare I saw last night and I have all the smarts to change it." She then put her books into her backpack and put it on her back with straps over her shoulders.

I look slightly down at myself. "So you're saying that, what you saw in your nightmare, that I'm not good for the team to gone up against the big rivals?" I asked.

"Well...I can say that you're good at answering quiz questions," she said.

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on the team; it's my nightmare that is telling me this. And...I don't want to be unfair with you at all and I would love to have a fair competition; not that I would let you win but at least I would like the win to be faithfully fair.

But...but...I saw this nightmare and apparently I don't want to prevent this nightmare from happening so...it's something that I didn't want to but I have to kick your ass for this reason. I didn't meant to kick your ass because you suck nor that I want to win fair and square."

I took a deep breath. "Well fair enough I understand your reasoning," I said. "And I'm glad that you didn't attempt to tease me at all so thanks."

She half-smiled at me.

"And...I actually may not care if the winner is boy or even a girl," I continued. "Even if the winner is a boy, I would still be disappointed. Flossie, I just want to say...I'm happy for you and good luck."

"That's what I would like to hear," she said as she closed her locker door. "I think you're the best-est guy best friend that I ever had...so far."

I smiled in response. "Thanks,” I said.

“You're welcome,” she said.

I started to notice that the things she just said didn't really add up to the word "nightmare". Of course nightmares can be true but there's a question that I need to ask her about it. Her dream came true when Cressida went into detention the first day of high school and her prediction came true Cressida got her ass kicked by her mom.

"There's this question that is popping up in my head,” I said. “How did you see those nightmares and dreams Flossie?"

When asked that question, she suddenly got stumbled.

Watching her facial expressions for less than thirty seconds, I wondering if she had a big secret.

Then she took another breath to calm herself down. "I don't want to share it with you and I would rather keep it to myself," she said.

"But...Diarumid, I'm a psychic."

I got confused look on my face. "You're a psychic?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said.

"What's that?"

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faculties or phenomena that are apparently inexplicable by natural laws, especially involving telepathy or clairvoyance. So basically in other words, I have the power to see the future."

"So that's why you're seeing all those nightma-" "Yeah," she nodded again.

"How did you acquire your psychic powers?" I asked.

"Students if you're heading home now, you should be heading home," Ms. Kelly said as she walked past by.

"Wanna know the answer while we talk when I walk you to your house?” she asked me. “I'm one hundred percent sure that your mom and dad are definitely okay."

"Wow you think so?" I asked.

She nodded her head.

"You really think I would give my parents' permission to walk with you?"

"Yep I'm one hundred percent sure," she nodded once again.

I called my mom's phone number and - just as Flossie predicted - my mom says "go ahead and walk with your friend." So Flossie and I exited out of the school and become walkers for the day. And within the first few minutes, Flossie told me the answer to my question of how did she get her psychic powers.

"It's a long story," Flossie said to me. "First of all, my mom got me into meditation class. I actually didn't know what meditation was at the time, which is kinda ironic given that I'm a super-smart and super powerful girl.

But at the time when I first went there, I wasn't nearly super as I am now."

Whoa wait, Flossie wasn't a super heroine at the time. I about to ask her a question on that but I can't interrupt her so instead I let her finish talking.

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than that. And now with all of the things that I done in the so-called meditation class, me and my mom got psychic powers. So I get psychic powers from so-called meditation classes."

After three seconds of silence, I'm allowed to ask her a question.

"Will you able to control your psychic powers in addition to your superpowers?" I asked her.

"Uh yeah," she nodded. "My mom teach me about it."

"How did you manage between meditation classes, gym, and school Flossie?"

"Well meditation class is only about a half-hour and gym is only about an hour so. Speaking of gym, can I tell you about how the fuck did I get this muscular body of mine?"

"Sure," I nodded. "You know, I was thinking of asking you this question in mind when we gonna walk and talk."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I would love to hear how did you got that body of yours right now."

"Okay well here it goes: I was at the age of nine and I'm too young to be a bodybuilder. Nevertheless, I was encouraged by a cover of The Washington Post Magazine and that cover featured a eleven-year-old girl named Elena McHarridon and when I first this cover I was like "how the fuck did she do that?" and I went through the cover story and I was fascinated by how this young girl started bodybuilding at the age of nine. She didn't started out big, she started out small, more like a half-hour or less than a half-hour. So when she started at the age of nine, she works out for three days a week and in addition to that, she starts having a diet with her mom's help. All that lasted about two years and it resulted that same girl, who is eleven by that time, with a muscular body type that she gained. It was so amazing that I wanted to be muscular like her. I was so determined to get that body type from her so much that I started begging my mom to start training me to get buff and be a buff girl. Yes, my mom got a little bit skeptic but after knowing that I would be careful bodybuilding at that age, she accepted. So we apply Elena McHarridon's model of Monday, Wednesday, and Friday gym workouts for two years before gradually moving to four days Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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a week for a year before moving on to five days a week of workouts and by that time I was twelve and I even gained more body mass and more pounds of muscle than Elena, which I'm super proud of. So it took about five years to get to what I am now today. Elena also continuing working out to this day as well."

"Is Elena going to be a bodybuilder champion?" I asked.

"Well no Elena is actually going to be a mail woman when she grows up.

She taking workouts to her secondary routine of the week. And even then, she's still muscular, she just didn't workout as much as me."

"And how those workouts...work out for you?" Man I should have say that in a different way.

Flossie chuckled because she knew something that I was just trying to avoid within my question. "A sentence that has a pun huh," she said. "Did you just realize it?"

I chuckled too because I, too, think that my sentence has a pun. "Yeah," I said. "What is a pun?"

"It's - according to the definition - a joke exploiting the different possible meanings of a word or the fact that there are words that sound alike but have different meanings."

"Oh yeah I got it now. I guess you know almost anything out of the dictionary in your head. Now back to the question...maybe I say it in a different wording: how well did you done your workouts so far?"

“Hmm my workouts are doing very well,” she said with a nod.

"And have you worried about your body right now?"

"Nope," she said with confidence.

"Have you ever concerned about it at all?" I asked with a skeptic look on my face.

"Well...," and her look on her face changed from confident to concerned, something that is telling me that she may actually worry about.

I slightly raise my eyebrows waiting for an answer.

"Well I was a little bit concerned about it," she said.

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"I just want an honest answer even though I'm a guy who loves a muscular body in a female,� I said.

"Oh that's why you looked kinda puzzling," she said.

We chuckled.

"Anyway," she took a deep breath. "During the workouts, I started to get concerned about my chest growing a bit big. Because...it's kinda like sexualization in which the media often uses towards females...and I don't know - at the time - if Elena was actually a pin-up or pawn or even fake." She then suddenly realized that she wasn't clearly saying what she's trying to say.

Once again, I didn't interrupt her to ask a question. Instead I was waiting for her to see if she's gonna ask a question or continue to talk.

She sighed again. "What I'm saying is that I want to have almost everything that Elena has," she continued talking. "I want to look like Elena. I want to be like Elena. I love having a big chest like Elena. A big chest that I can use as a protective shield whenever the bad guys tried to hurt me. A big chest that I can bounce the evil guys off from coming towards me. A big chest to use for fighting against the forces of evil. I also want a big butt that is really powerful to use for killing the bad guys once. It's just that...is this question that bugged a bit..."

I then stopped walking to let Flossie think what she's trying to say.

"Does Elena...does she ever endured any instances where a bunch of boys and even men ogle at her body? It's the question that I have been asking myself because I find every single detail and every single information about that buff teen girl and...," she shook her head in a state of confusion.

"There was not... a single word whether her sexiness...attracted a lot of...unwanted creeps...male creeps I should say. There was not a single word.

I mean many young males love her because she kicks ass - which is a reason or something that boys and men need in their lives - but at the same time I wondered if it's either a sexualized attracted girl who kick ass (which means they would only stare at her breasts and her butt and they want to have sex with her; nothing else) or simply a girl who kick ass in honor of the people and to defend the people (which means they want to give respect for her and they also want her to defend not only themselves but also other people as well)." She then paused herself for a few seconds. Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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Even though I still don't want to interrupt her, I can sense that Flossie is struggling to come and make sense of the possible waiting to happen to her idol...and herself. So I have to interrupt her to ask her if I can explain this.

"Can I figure this creepy situation?" I asked.

"I don't know Diarumid. I mean I wish I don't want you to help me out on this.... Because I have an energy-powered brain here that makes me smarter than you... but since there's no information that I can find, did you think you can explain it to me?" She asked with a bit skeptic since I'm a boy and...I can probably believe that she thinks that I'll explain nonsense that has nothing to do with what she's questioning herself about. Which is totally not true; I think I could prove her wrong with this.

"Yeah," I nodded with confidence.

She then took a deep breath as she's giving me a chance while hoping that my explanation will be reasonable and relatable to her question. "Well explain it to me while you can," she said.

"Thank you," I said before we start walking together. "Flossie, there are reasons why there was no word of any creepy or uncomfortable instances you idol Elena has got into yet. One reason, in fact, is that she may actually got encountered by these males; it's just that it wasn't reported in the media.

Did you know why Flossie? Can you take an educated guess?"

"Um...because the media denies it and it's fake," Flossie guessed.

"Because the media won't believe her story and wouldn't get it or understand it."

"That's a good guess," I nodded. "Because sure the media can report whether it's true or not but sometimes the media can have the power to not publish a story about a female who accused men...because the people in the media are bunch of snobby men who would love to save their asses and other men's asses from losing their snobby jobs. Obviously we need good men and women - of all races - working in the media. Second reason: many males who may sexually abused her...may have paid her thousands of dollars or millions of dollars for her to shut the fuck up or they will sue her and want their money back. And even these men have the power to stop the media from publishing a sexual abuse story accusing them because, like I said, snobby men in the media saves other snobby men's asses by not telling the Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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story to the public. And I'm referring snobby men to men who are really snobby, if you want a definition of the term. Third reason....well actually there's no third reason. What I'm saying is that...if you were a man and think that being a man is really good for you...think again. You BETTER think again."

That sentence have made Flossie puzzling about it. "Why being a man is not good for a man Diarumid?" She asked.

"Because just like women like you are expressing that life as a woman is difficult, being a man is actually more difficult for men. In fact, life for all of us is difficult. But these snobby men really don't get it, these men will be safe for now but hopefully one day - just one day, just one shocking day - will really burst their bubbles out. Meaning that they will get fired on one day and got their asses kicked one day and got their lives ruined one day. All because of one report published to the public on one day. I'm pretty sure that touching or grabbing girls' asses - without the girls' consent or permission - is not a wise decision for males of all ages to make. I think I did explain the best as I could Flossie."

"Yeah," she nodded with a slight smile. "I think you did. You pretty much explain the theories of it. Are they true?"

I told her some evidence.

"Wow you really know what snobby men are doing to the opposite sex," she said with her eyebrows slight raised as she's been impressed.

I nodded. "But Flossie why did you even worry about your idol?" I asked. "Is it something that you worry about as well?"

"Absolutely yes," she said. "Um...it's me wondering about...my body.

My muscular body. I mean I love my body the way it is it's just that...I don't love it when creepy men want to simply ogle on my big muscle chest...rather than seeing me as a fucking human being who fights evil and defends the world. If a man grabs my ass, I would punch his ass to show him that he's an idiot."

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Chapter 29 Can I tell you about women? In general...at least?"

"Sure. You're a girl."

"Yeah I am a girl," she chuckled. "Okay here we go. They're things about women that you may or may not know about."

Usually with the statement like that, I would go and ask "like what?"

But I'm not gonna interrupt her for that because with that question, that's like anxious for that answer.

“First before we go there, let's talk about mothers for a second,” she said. "Now who do you live with?"

"My mom,” I said.

"Your mom."

"Yeah," I nodded. "Only the two of us. My dad is in college for the second time. He often checks on my mom a lot."

"Okay um...I just want you to know that there signs that you should be watching and listening. Signs that living with only a mom may not be healthy for you...for a long time."

I paused for a moment. "What are they?" I asked.

"Want me tell you about them?"

"Yes I want to know."

"Alright, the first sign is...,” she starts explaining. “There's a dinner party at about five o'clock and apparently your mom wants you get dressed by exactly five o'clock. So you, as a boy, seem to be taking it easy showering at a half hour, assuming to be enough time to get ready. But then your mom comes home at the same time and went furious you're on the shower; it turns out that your mom actually meant to be by 4:40pm. So your mom said you and your family are going to be ready to dinner by five o'clock, but she meant be ready by 4:40pm meaning the dinner party actually starts exactly at five o'clock. That's the first sign. Apparently sometimes mom works with a time early. If that occurs to you, you might want to focus on your education and even getting a job."

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and you only have one bathroom, that's another sign that you need to start thinking about heading out before you even graduate from high school, such as GETTING A JOB! “The third sign is when your mom wants you to wear clothes that she wants, whether they fit you or not or whether they're cool to you or not.

There are signs within this sign. If you want to wear some clothes of your own but you mom won't let you buy them, that's another sign. If your mom wants you to wear clothes that 'keep your warm' when everyone else around you wears summer clothes when the school is warm during the winter, that's another sign. If you try to fight what you want to wear with your mom and you lose, that's another sign and I'm not kidding.

“The fourth one: if you have a grandma in the house, chances are you're not gonna have a happy time with her when you turn teenager, that's when puberty starts changing you. So I bet you start looking for jobs.

Because in the years when you're going to be eighteen, she gonna be bragging you and she going to be needy and she's going to use you because she's old. I'm not kidding, there a group of grandmas who take over their older grandsons' lives. I don't want you to end up being one of them.

The fifth sign: speaking of food, mothers are always hungry, they're even hungrier than men even if they're on a diet. So be aware of them getting into your favorite foods. One day you see a pack of crackers and the next day they all gone. What's even worse that grandma are also hungry too and at times so hungry and when her food isn't available, she will eat your favorite food. I'm not kidding.

The sixth sign: when there's something that warrants you to go there or you friend invites you to go out somewhere and your mom apparently don't want you to go there alone, whether it's raining or is it dark, that's another sign.

The seventh sign: if you want to be big or your body to be big and you want to eat more and you realize your mom was more concerned about your health and wants you to eat less, that's another sign. Or to put it this way: if you want to bulk up your body mass...like me but you can't because you have been restricted to your mom's diet regimen by your mom, that's a big sign. Want to get big and your mom doesn't want you to do that, LIVE © 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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ALONE! To live alone, you must earn it. By earning it, you must get straight As AND get a job.

Now that's seven signs. Here's the eighth sign.

The eighth sign: there's a chance that you mom intends to throw away things, so you BETTER be careful when you're collecting things and you might be packing your stuff just in case.

If you saw any of the signs when you're a kid or even if you don't see any signs, I'll encourage you to get straight As, get a job and earn scholarships."

"Okay what job I can look for?" I asked.

"Part-Time. I would advise you to not take a seven-day-a-week job or a five-day-a-week job unless you have flexible time." She then sighed. "I just want to know that protective moms may not be healthy for you. Okay. Now let's talk about women in general. There are signs.�

"Number 1," she continued. "Women tend to buy groceries more than men. And when women tend to buy groceries, they tend to buy their own food and the reasons why they buy their own food more is because it's their favorite and the foods fit in the women's nutrition systems. Therefore if they working on a diet or on a family nutrition plan, women would buy food just for that and of course they would also buy food for everyone else it's just that they would buy other people's food only to meet the common nutritional needs. They will not buy food to go pass it. For example, suppose your mom still buys crackers and frozen food for you and you decided you had enough that you want food to grow tall and bigger and your mom said no. What does it mean? It means that moms are concerned about their families - especially their male members - over-consume a lot of unhealthy diet when in reality the male members just want to look for foods specifically in healthy fats, low sodium, high cholesterol, maybe a slight high amount of protein, probably low in sodium. The fact is: The moms and their sons are often disconnect when it comes to food unless the sons are into football whey they grown into big men or they are simply happy with it. So if you want to get big, go buy your food on your own and cook them on your own.

Number 2: Women take long times to use the bathrooms. They can take even up to three hours. So if you live in a place full of women - like for Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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example being the only male in a household full of women - and the place only has two or even one bathroom, you'll either go to the bathroom early or you'll be locked out. Advice: don't live or fall into a place full of women.

Number 3: Women don't want men to take long in the bathrooms, especially with the only one bathrooms. Now this for men who either live only with women or both men and women.

Number 4: Women work with time. They work with time BIG TIME! While men (like you and being a young man and all) are more taking their time wisely, women are more working with strict deadlines and if you're a man, there's a feeling that a woman is not willing to wait for you at al- I mean she can wait but not much longer. They also work with time for their sons or husbands too. Here are some examples: women are often complaining that if their son's bus won't arrive on time. (If a bus driver is female, chances are that the female bus driver will drive past by if you don't show up because the driver want to get the rest of the kids on the bus to get to school on time. Even if the female bus driver arrives at your home on time or even earlier, the thing is if you don't show up at that moment, the driver will call you a no-show and leave you so you have to find other transportation to get to school on time because you just miss the bus) They often complain about why their sons not coming home on time. They even complain about their son's friend not coming on time for lunch even when it's not important or there's nothing else on the schedule that is important.

Okay here's a better example, when there's a dinner to go to for a birthday party of a family member and your mom wants you here by 3:45pm (which is the time to go to the party), they actually meant 3:35pm or even earlier as 3:30pm. You know why? I'll tell you why: compare to going to doctor's office, if you're early, you're actually on time. If you're on time, the exact time that you supposed to be there, you're actually late. In fact women operate time this way. Please note that doctor's office appointments depending You know why women work with time?

Number 5: Women are nosey. Always, always nosey. And what do I mean by women are nosey? Women love to invade your privacy. I'm not joking, women like to invade your privacy. To be sure, women always loves to check on you but in reality they're really getting into your business when Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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you think they shouldn't bother you. For example, they check in unexpectedly to see not only what are you doing, but also 'curious' to look around you room to see whether you doing something or hiding something that they're not supposed to see it for themselves and they check it out anyway. Like for example: if you're talking to your friend and your mom comes in, interrupts you, and checks in to see what are you guys talking about when it's none of her business and then, maybe in this case, get involved with it and ruin your conversation. I'm not kidding. They will get on the phone and end the conversation.

Number 6: If you live with a house full of women, you probably gonna have a shared room. Yeah, unless there's a bunch of bedrooms.

Number 7: Women talk a lot and watch TV a lot Number 8: Women have DRAMA! While everybody got into this commonly, it's the women who have drama A LOT! And I'm not kidding. And when it comes to women, I don't kid around or joke about them. Anyway, while men solve (or settle) their differences easier putting them in a win-win, women put themselves into either a win-lose battle or a lose-lose battle.

Women share or gossip their stories about their drama with drama queens to other women and that will lead to more drama as those women will quarrel about it even more. And most of the time in their lives, these women will get into battles a lot until either one of the women lose the battle or just can't deal with it no more and the only women to do for any situation is to leave them alone and not deal with the drama personally and emotionally.

Dude, if you're a guy caught up in one of those girl dramas, there's absolutely zero chance you gonna stop it from escalating...unless if you have a very good luck succeeding at that.

Number 9: Women can make you and your male friends as other men very competitive. Once again, I'm not joking. When you come across a woman, a hot woman, an attractive woman, or even an average woman, and started dating or even flirting with her, chances are that she'll have another guy so that you can compete against him for attention. Advise: be extremely careful when you walk into women.

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Number 11: Women are unchangeable! You can't change a woman...unless you have the lucky will power to do it.

Number 12: Girls are more mature than guys. You wanna know why?

It's not because girls want to be mature while boys want to be immature; girls were born to be mature by nature. Girls are more faster in becoming a grown adult than boys. To put to you this way: girls are actually women while boys are still boys. Boys are more slow in becoming men. You might be thinking that girls are still teenagers. Technically, they are. It's just that they even look like teenagers. Or even act like teenagers. At all. Girls become young women when they turn thirteen while boys become young men when they turn eighteen. That's five years long than the girls' process. The maturity in boys hasn't caught up yet in that time unlike the girls. And it's possible that the maturity in girls helped them succeed in school because they were mature and even if they didn't succeed in school, they're still mature...they can take responsibility of their failures, they can take responsibility of their mistakes, they can take responsibility of their ups and downs, all because they're mature. And they're mature because they were born to become mature."

It's amazing that my friend Flossie knows about everything about females. But that maturity thing towards girls makes me wanna wonder this question.

"Is that mean boys were born to become immature by nature?" I asked.

"Before they transition to become young grown men?"

That question caught her by surprise as her eyes look slightly away from me. "Gee I never heard of it before," she said before glancing back at me. "But no Diarumid, boys still look like teenagers but they were not born to be immature. However, they can be inspired to be immature thanks to books, TV shows, movies- basically the entertainment world because the entertainment world have absolutely no clue to make maturity entertainment."

"Okay. Can you tell me why women are all like that?" I asked.

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the same despite having common traits and things. They are two very different kinds of species. Women are born to buy groceries, women are born to take long times to use bathrooms, women are born to work with time, women are born to be nosey, women are born to have a lot of interest in fashion, women are born to talk a lot and watch TV a lot, women are born to have DRAMA, women are born to have problems and want empathy, women are born to make you guys competitive to each other and lastly, women are born to be unchangeable. Women are formed into a very different human being. If you want to hangout with them, you have to understand them. Luckily I gave you everything about women that you should understand so you now understand them."

"Are you mature Flossie?"

"Yeah I'm mature."

"Is Cressida being mature?" I asked. "Is she born to be mature?"

Flossie thought about it for a moment. "You know Diarumid that's a tricky question," she said.

"I'm guessing she's not," I shook my head.

"Okay there are things to know about Cressida," Flossie explains. "First of all, Cressida doesn't get on time. She sleeps late so much that she overslept a half-hour after her supposed wake-up time. With that, she didn't have time to eat breakfast, brush her teeth, or get dressed. Second of all, Cressida is not smart- well she is smart in education but not in life. She doesn't learn life lessons seriously enough. Diarumid, I don't think Cressida is good for you. Because she doesn't know how to be a better person like I am now."

"Since you know about her, did you even try to help her?"

"Well no because I'm her enemy - well a frenemy; you know friend/enemy - and I think I'm a good best friend you would get."

"Okay," I said it nervously. How much did you know Flossie in person?"

I asked.

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Cressida thinks her topic is better while I think my topic is better and all of sudden we were competing against each other to see which topic is better to set up a science project. So we did try arm wrestling to see who wins.

Cressida wins, but I want a rematch. So we did a rematch, this time in a pinky finger wrestling. Yeah we wrestle with pinky fingers because I want to use my smarts and because I thought pinky finger wrestling would help me win and get my topic to be the center of this science project. Nope, Cressida wins again. And I want another rematch. So we did another rematch, this time with a flip of coin. Heads and tails. Cressida choose heads while I choose tails. So she throws the coin straight up in the air until it thrown straight down on the ground and I hope it's gotta be tails. Nope, Cressida has won again. So her topic gets to be the main one. I can't believe- it look like I'm doing someone else's project. For once, I thought I had my science project in mind and Cressida would help me build up from the ground. But no Cressida has the same thought so we compete against each other and the science project becoming Cressida's and not mine. Luckily two days later, two new students had arrived and since there are no partners available to work with, I got assigned a new science project with one of the new friends Angelica and this time Angelica is intriguing with my idea and want to help me bring my idea to life unlike Cressida who is now with her white best friend, the other new friend. And in the end when we enter the competition, guess what? I won. No actually me and Angelica won; our project is number 1...while Cressida and Clarabelle's project went number 5. How ironic is that?

"Did you hate her?"

"Yeah...I hate her."

"Did you hate her so much?"

"Well uh..."

"Because it seems like Angelica is more friends with them than you. I mean she's your best friend she's just not as mean or nasty as you."

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"Holy crap what in the world is that?" I asked her while we looking up at the suddenly-changing sky.

"I think there a bunch of super assholes coming to ruin the day," she said with a brace face on ready to fight whoever comes out of the eye.

Then someone flies out of the eye and landed safely on the ground with both feet together. The person looks kinda familiar to the one who kicked Cressida and Clarabelle's asses in the last fight. It's THE GODDESS OF WASHINGTON! Yep, the female villain is ready for another battle. Yet while I know her, Flossie doesn't know who The Goddess of Washington is.

"Wait first of all," Flossie says as she walk a few steps forward towards The Goddess. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Oh wow," The Goddess said. "You're supposed to be this smart-ass girl and you don't even know who my name is?"

"Do I supposed to even know?" Flossie shook her head with a grin.

"Ugly-ass bitch?"

The Goddess raised her eyebrows in reaction.

"What the fuck did you just called me?" The Goddess asked Flossie.

"An ugly-ass bitch," Flossie didn't hold back from repeating those words to The Goddess. Flossie called The Goddess an ugly-ass bitch because she thinks The Goddess is an ugly-ass bitch.

Me and Flossie started watching The Goddess of Washington LIGHTNING UP HER ENTIRE BODY BRIGHT BLUE! "This is what you get!" The Goddess said.

Flossie then glanced over her shoulder while USES HER FORCE FIELD TOWARDS ME so that I can be protected from The Goddess. "Stay inside the bubble while I deal with this!" she told me.

When she turns back around upfront, she saw a BIG-ASS BRIGHT BLUE FIST from The Goddess coming toward her. Before The Goddess' fist could hit her, Flossie quickly grabbed The Goddess' fist HARD! "Not so fast asshole!" Flossie said before she PULL THE GODDESS UP WITH HER GREAT AMOUNT OF STRENGTH! "You think you gonna punch me?" Flossie continued. "Think again!" She then SUPER-SLAMMED THE GODDESS ON THE GROUND WITH HER GREAT AMOUNT OF FORCE SO STRONG, IT BRIEFLY SHOOK THE EARTH! © 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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Meanwhile I can see the earth shook but I didn't feel it. That's because I'm standing with a little bit of air inside the force field that one of my female best friends Flossie use on me for protection.

"Come on ugly-ass bitch," Flossie called The Goddess that once again.

"Get your ugly-ass up."

The Goddess of Washington lean her head up and glanced at Flossie.

"Oh I sure will," The Goddess said before she fully picked herself up and step away from the severely cracked sidewalk. "If you don't fucking stop calling me 'ugly-ass bitch'." She then hold both of her hands in mid-air separate from each other while BLUE-COLORED ENERGY BALLS emerged from the front of both hands and start floating up and down in seconds making it like it seems like she's holding the floating balls in mid-air. "Now I'm calling you an UGLY-ASS BITCH!" She shouts before THROWING HER ENERGY BALLS AT FLOSSIE! But as the energy balls come towards her, Flossie quickly managed to KICK THE BALLS UP IN THE AIR AND AWAY FROM HER! To The Goddess' surprise!

Flossie then CLUTCHES HER RIGHT FIST TURNING IT INTO BRIGHT LIGHT ORANGE LAVA! "Ahh so now you're calling me an ugly-ass bitch," she said before she SHOOTS BLASTS OF HOT LAVA TOWARDS THE GODDESS! SO FAST IT HIT HER IN THE FACE WITH SUCH FORCE THAT IT SEND HER FLYING STRAIGHT BACKWARDS! She then crashed into a vehicle on her back.

I reacted with my mouth open while I was in the force field after I watch Flossie's move against her. "Yeah go Flossie!" I cheered her. "There you go! Kick her butt!"

"Thanks," Flossie said as she glanced over at me. She then move her face back upfront before she SPEEDS UP TOWARDS THE GODDESS! The Goddess picked herself up from the vehicle damage as Flossie fast approached her. "What?" she asked. "You think my back is hurting me now after taking a hit on a stupid-ass vehicle?"

"I don't care if your back is hurting you," Flossie said. "What the fuck is your name?"

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"Wait how the fuck did you know my name?" Flossie asked with a little bit of shock.

"Girl, I can identify you easily with my identification eyes (or a bunch of computers)." The Goddess sighs again. "Anyway I didn't come her to kick your smart ass."

"Then what the fuck was the fight for?" Flossie asked.

"When I come out of the eye Flossie, I didn't come here for a fight. But you're started it-" "Yeah because I had to ask you name is."

"And you don't have your super intelligent powers with you to figure it out?"

"The Goddess of Washington, whatever the fuck your name is, I don't need my super intelligence to know your name."

"So what...you're a dumbass?"

"No, I just simply want your name. Maybe if I know about why are you here, then we wouldn't be involved in this fight."

"Alright alright," The Goddess weaken the winds and turn the dark storm back into the normal white cloudy sky. "Maybe we should start over.

Hi, my name is The Goddess of Washington and your name is Flossie," she reintroduce like a very nice polite lady. "I'm just looking for Cressida, your rival. And I know you gonna ask me how did I know. It's because I have telekinesis, I read the future, I read minds."

Flossie took a deep breath and start talking in a normal calm voice.

Rather than asking why she ask her when she has super intelligence, instead she said this: "You look for Cressida," Flossie said. “Cressida the dumbass is at her house and if not she may be hunting for something maybe I'm hoping that she'll have a hard time to defeat. She's usually hunts at Rock Creek Park.

"That's where I'm wondering at," The Goddess nodded. "Well thanks Flossie."

"You're welcome. Look I'm sorry that I call you an...an ugly-ass bitch."

"No no it's my fault. I'm so sorry for the way I first met you."

"Maybe it's both of our faults. Okay. Maybe we can hangout together someday."

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your good male friend Diarumid I say hi," she then SPEEDS AWAY. "Alright." Flossie returned towards me SECONDS after that using her super speed. "Okay Diarumid," she said while she holds her right hand midair BURSTING the force field out and freeing me in the process. "You are now safe."

I landed back down on the sidewalk just two inches. "Thank you," I sighed in relief. “Um can I ask you a question?”

“Sure,” she said with her arms folded.

“Who is The Goddess of Washington?” I asked.

“Well let me tell you about her,” she said. “I remember she was one of the most powerful, the most strongest, the most toughest, the most fastest, the most smartest, the most gaseous (yeah she also pass super gas A LOT; in other words she always burps and farts with a whole lotta force most of the time), the most muscular, the most buffier, the most super-sexy and the biggest and tallest woman in the entire planet.

"Holy hell girl," I said as I slightly rubbing the back of my hair with my left hand. “She is?”

"Yeah. I wish I would suck all of her superpowers out of her," she said.

"You wish?" I asked with skepticism while folding back my arms.

"Yeah! And I would become THE Goddess of Washington! But since I don’t have the power to do so, sucking all of her powers is just...an impossibility."

"Yeah I understand,” I said.

"Um can I ask you a question?" Flossie asked.

"What question are you gonna ask me right now Flossie?" I asked.

"Um...," she thinking of a question. "Is it okay for me to have a...a visit to your house? I mean I have books and I have the smarts so."

"Wait are you asking me for a study hour?"

"Yeah," Flossie anxiously nodded. "We could figure out with each other and I could use most of my skills to help you get through this batch of tough-ass homework. I mean...wouldn't be more helpful if I would discuss what this homework means and such?"

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who's in the same class with me. "Sure," I said. "Let me call my mom."

"Oh you can call you mom on that Diarumid," she said. "Because I'm one hundred percent positive that she would yes."

"Your prediction has come true: she said yes," I said to Flossie.

"Alright let's do it."

Me and Flossie started back walking again.

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Chapter 30 Less than hours later that evening, at my house, Flossie and I were in a bedroom sitting on the carpet. She was wearing a blue underwear tank top and dark blue jeans while I was still shirtless and wearing my own dark blue jeans. My mom doesn't mind of me being shirtless in front of my friends so.

Anyway, me and Flossie are helping each other - well it's Flossie who the most helping - with this Matter and Energy homework. The homework was....

While I was gonna be tied-up with this, Flossie is getting the hang of it and she showed me how the fuck does she do it and helped me do the same... without even giving me the answers! And that's why I like about her.

Although I loved hangout with these two girls, the question pops up in my mind that I may not even bother to answer: Is Flossie better than Cressida?

Personally, even though that Flossie says that she's better than Cressida, I think personally that both Cressida and Flossie are better than what they think and doesn't matter to me if either one is better than the other. It's too early to tell, though.

Later after we done homework, Flossie started showing me the textbook and the typed paperwork from her bookbag. The typed paperwork is the notes that she combined from the teacher's and hers as well. And that prompted me to ask her a few questions.

"So is this what you study?" I asked.

"Yeah this is my study thing for a test coming up," Flossie said. "Here," she then took another one of the exact same thing out of her bookbag.

"Here's the copy," she said as she gave it to me.

I took the copy out of her hands and take a closer look at it. From a glance, it's stabled on the left top side and the first page reads the title: The Typed Notepad. Then I flipped through the pages, and as I flipped through the pages, I saw that there are bunch of information that I already written during class but I also a bunch of new information regarding the stuff I already learned about during class and reading the textbooks that I should learn some more about it. Maybe she went deeper into that and put them in her words. I just wanna know how she done it. Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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"So let me guess," I said before glancing back at her. "You done research with these notes and topics, correct?"

"Yep- well I done research a lot given that there's stuff in the standardized test that the class didn't have the time to go over or get into it.

I then studied them everyday."

"So you study...all of this?" I asked her, wondering if she use all of her time doing that.

"Yeah."

"How much?"

"I studied from the time I got home to the time I go to bed, with only a dinner and a bathroom break."

"And what about homework?"

"It's the same thing. I do my homework from the time I went home until I finish. And after the time I finish, I'll move on to studying if I have time to study or reading if I have something required me to read in case of a pop quiz."

"So you didn't get spend free time doing what I want?"

"I did spend my time doing what I want."

"No you doing the things you are told to do."

"Which could be translated to doing what I want."

"What is that even mean?"

"It means that...I want to have an awesome grade on a homework. I want to be fully prepared to do really well on a test. I want to be less shocked that we gonna have a pop quiz on reading. That's the things I want that are based on the things that I'm told to do. Meaning that if I want to do these things that I want, then I'll do what I have been told to do in order to get what I want."

"Okay. Do you ever have time to- what I meant 'the things you want to do' I meant the things that everyday teen usually do after their homework-" "Like watching some love-hate relationship show on TV and what they're talking about on the internet and-" "Yeah. Did you ever have time doing those?"

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actually spend the whole afternoon and the whole evening acing for a straight A - especially an A+ - because I'm a straight A student. I would never earn a B or even an A-."

"And what happens if you earn a grade lower for the very first time?" I asked.

"It depends, but in my case, while I don't get any punishment from my parents - they actually don't mind me getting a B or C, they're only more concerned about me getting a failing grade than me slipping out of straight A status - I would react with devastation on myself for earning that lower grade. And I would figure out what the fuck have I done. This situation would not only ruin my life but also would take out of my character. So I really need to avoid that situation as much as possible."

"Okay," I nodded. "Given that you beat me to get to that third seat of the three-person team, can you tell me how in the world you got there? Like how did you answer all of the questions correctly?"

"Um Diarumid I looked at the packet that quiz show teacher gave it to me and study what's on the packet while using up all of my time. I study not only what I know about the subjects that the quizmaster gonna ask but also the subjects that I'm new to and research them. Pretty much to say that my time at home is pretty much work. Or I should say...it's school all day and all night."

"So you never had the time to watch TV or go on the internet?"

"Diarumid I never use any of my time watch TV- in fact those so-called 'fun time stuff' are time-wasters for me."

"Is calling your best friend even a time-waster to you?" I asked.

"Calling Angelica on the phone?" Flossie said.

"Yeah."

"Yes calling my best friend Angelica on the phone is also a timewaster."

"So let me conclude this: you're a very busy person."

"An extremely busy person. I'm a busy person and I got to be a busy person in order for me to be successful."

"Is that led you become a competitor?"

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"Okay let me ask this: how on earth have you become a straight A student. I don't want the basics, I just want to have a deeper detail of it."

"Ohhh so you want to hear a long story of how I become a straight A student."

I nodded.

"Usually when other straight A girls get asked this question, they would go like 'that's none of your business', but I'll make myself an exception because you're the most respectful guy when it comes to girls and women. I don't really think you're nosey."

"No," I shook my head with a seriously look, letting her know that I'm not a good student in terms of grades and I want to improve them. "I'm definitely DEFINITELY not nosey. IN ANY WAY! Because if I'm nosey, then it means that I asked that question with smirks on my face and it means that I'm a guy who doesn't have an interest in school and only interesting in getting the answers...that's what the straight A girls are believing."

"Correct."

"Lucky I have you for help because if I'm a nice guy and I want to ask a girl for help then I'll have to be extremely careful in approaching things and I cannot be awkward at times otherwise, girls will think that I'm completely clueless and walk away. I'm just a guy........who just want to convince straight A girls that I'm the most respectful guy who need their help sincerely."

"And I think you convinced me very well enough. Okay. How I become a straight A student is, like I said, a long story. Alright here it goes...it was third grade and I was a good student...at the time. And when I meant that, I wasn't really a straight A student yet. In fact I was never going to be a straight A student nor a competitor. I wasn't even obstructed (or instructed) to do so by my parents. When I meant that I was a good student, I meant that I was a student who have good grades. A's and B's and a least a C. A C+.

And getting straight As is kinda like a novel idea that will never happen to me.

It wasn't even a goal. And you probably think straight A girls or girls with straight A are born this way because of the differences in gender. And you think girls with straight A are special. This is actually not the case. You can be a straight A student even if you're a boy and a straight A student isn't always entitled to a girl. When a girl wants to be a straight A student, that's her Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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decision. When a boy wants to be a straight A student, that's his decision.

It's anyone's decision to become a straight A student, regardless of gender.

You might want to be a straight A student right?" She now asking me this question.

"You know," I said. "I wish I would become a straight A student."

"You wish?"

"Well...listen I don't think I, as a boy, have the ability to get straight As." "Yes you can."

"How?" "Well if you work very hard enough just like me, then you'll get a straight A." "So...," I paused there because I come to a realization that Flossie is trying to make me a straight A student. Just like her! I mean I know she knows that I'm a nice guy who is struggling with school and that's why she offered me help. I can see why Flossie wanna spend some time with me. And sure, she's helping me boosting my grade up but I don't know if this help is gonna help me boost my grade up to a straight A. And while it's something I didn't ask for, it would be awesome for me to become a straight A student. And I definitely realize that she's give me the opportunity to do it. Intrigued about this, I wanna learn about how do I earn that same grade in every class. "Okay I learn that straight A students are actually not limited to one gender but how do I become one of them?"

"Well can I continue my story first?" she asked.

"Sure I want to know how did you got there."

"Okay," Flossie continues to explain. "As I'm saying I was a good student when I first went into third grade; I wasn't a straight A student back then. It was when I discovered I can answer every question correctly and even my brief constructed responses - also known as BCR - are starting to get perfectly amazing. I just don't know why....it was when I start being fascinating with reading and reading the same stories that my third grade class is reading. Reading um...reading a literature story about the first African-American woman in space, Mae Carol Jamison, who went into orbit aboard the Space Shuttle Endeavor on September 12, 1992, and the first African-American man in space, who is Guy Bluford, who orbit aboard the Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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Challenger on NASA's eight space shuttle mission (STS-8) on August 30, 1983.

And then I started researching on the internet and in the library about those people.......and start to explore more about them. And then I started to explore more things from other stories me and my third grade class read.

And I didn't intend to research for a test; I happen to research a lot of these literature subjects for curious reasons or for me being curious. It was before the first standardized test and I heard that the test has hard questions but I didn't realize I would be answering them easily until the very end of the test...and I was the first person to finish when everybody else is testing so when look back over at the test questions and my answers - and reminder, this is the first 'standardized' test ever in our lives - I started to realize that these questions were based on the stuff I researched and because of this I submit with a big-ass confidence that I answer them all correctly and guess what...I got an A plus. And that's when I realized that with a lot of deep-ass research that hasn't discussed that much in class and even homework I can make my life a lot easier with them and get very well prepared for the test.

What about the rest of the class who had taken that test?" Well it turns out that I'm the only student here gets an A while the rest of them got like what...a B or a C or a D- you know what I'll summarize this with two sentences: most of them got a C+ while others - a few of them - got a B-. All of them didn't know - and even our teacher as well - that they have research to go deep enough into the same subjects that we go over so that they can prepare. So I start telling them you can do research and start telling how did I do that to succeed." She sighed. "They did research the next subjects and topics; they just don't use all of their time like I do but they still boost up their grades for the next test, just not to an A...plus. But me? Most of the time walk around the playground at recess memorizing things than playing tag. And I'm being doing that for three years straight: I've been the straight A student and the top student in 3rd grade, fourth grade, and fifth grade. It was until summer before sixth grade - which is the beginning of middle school - when I began to realize that even though I'm a competitor, it's nice to have a friend or a partner to help you succeed in life and so that's when it started with Cressida and...well I already told you that story but I can tell you that story again; Cressida and I were originally friends until this science Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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project thing and we fight over control and who's gonna help to make either one...rather than working together and let it be Cressida and my project instead of her project or my project. Thankfully Angelica recognizes that it's my project and she's my assistant and unlike Cressida, Angelica have never hesitated to help me or never attempt to assert control and...you know the rest of the story."

"You want this team-up science project thing to be only your project?" I asked.

"Yep a one-person project, my project with a person who can assist me and I'll take the credit."

"Don't you think that you're actually using your classmates to get what you want instead of...you know having collectible ideas with someone and have you and someone work together?"

"Huh?" "Well...at the time it didn't occurred to me. But now you're asking this question," Flossie chuckled as she got surprised that I figured out what she was doing.

"Did any of them including your BF Angelica realize this at all?" I asked with a questionable look. I can see that she was a bit shaken by my question as she struggled how to respond to that.

"Okay I admitted," she said. "I use them to help me get my project to win alright. I wasn't trying to team up or work together with my BF nor trying to help her project to win as mine. I'll-," she struggled to respond.

"Maybe I should share credit with her or share control with her or someone else next time when I assigned a project with either her or another student.

"So is research the way to get straight A?" I asked.

She nods.

"Are you finished your story now?"

"Yeah," she nods again.

“I gotta go home right now," I said as I get up from the carpet.

"Oh I apologize.”

“No that’s okay.”

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his hips, presumably to be her dad. From my point of view, he looks kinda buff. REALLY SUPER BUFF and INCREDIBLY MUSCULAR! He really got HUGE PECS, BIG BROAD SHOULDERS, BIG BICEPS, TRICEPS, SIX-PACK ABS, BIG STRONG-ASS TIGHS and a BIG-ROUNDED BUBBLE BUTT! Just like Cressida's dad Mr. Nollypollon. He also look younger than his age, just like Mr. Nollypollon. But this dad, whose name is Mr. Floweriginn, is MORE BEEFCAKE and A LITTLE BIT TALLER than the other dad. He also wears very tight dark blue jeans that make his hips a little bit sexy.

"How are you guys doing?" He asked us.

"Oh we're doing fine," she said.

"Yeah we're fine," I said. "Um can I ask you question."

"Yeah," he nodded.

"How did you ever got so buff? I'm talking about those big muscles on your body."

"Well apparently you didn't know what it is actually like to be buff like me," Mr. Floweriginn said before walking a few steps closer while putting both of hands by his sides. "Want to know what is it like to be that buff?" He asked.

"Is it extremely intense?"

"You got it. Getting to have a big-ass muscular guy is really NOT easy as it gets. Fortunately, I didn't let my daughter here going too far on her workout. I set very strict exercise standards for her so she doesn't break any bone in her body."

"Me and my dad workout together," Flossie said to me. "But my dad works out longer than me and I have to stay and watch him because he's my dad."

Mr. Floweriginn sighed. "You're very correct Flossie," he said before folded his BIG MUSCULAR ARMS. "Do you guys want a homemade strawberry snake?"

"Okay," she said.

I would want it too but I think it's time for me to get out of her house as it's getting dark outside. I glanced at the window and back at her as I want to exit. "Um I would love to," I said to him as I get up from the ground and start putting on my backpack. "But I think it's time for me to head home." Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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"Okay what about I bring that snack to you and you can carry it home?"

He suggested.

"That sounds like a good idea." I then look at Flossie again. "Alright Flossie," I said. "Thanks for helping me out."

"Oh you're welcome," she said as she closes her book and gets up. "You can come back at my house at anytime....except for family emergencies."

"I got it," I nod.

"C'mon," he said. "I'll give you the snack."

Seconds later, I got out of Flossie's bedroom and headed downstairs while following her buff dad. When me and Mr. Floweriginn went into the dining room, I saw two plates of homemade strawberry snacks on the dining table. Each for me and Flossie.

"Let me carry a hand towel to cover your food to carry on your way home for you," Mr. Floweriginn said as he heads left to the kitchen.

"Oh I have a lunch bag," I said while pull it in the air to show it to him.

He glanced at it for a few seconds. "Oh good you have something to carry with," he said without looking at me before walking to the kitchen.

Afterwards, he come back with three piles of hand towel and he takes one strawberry snack and wrap the hand towels around that snack. After the snack has been beautifully wrapped, he then bring it to me. "Here," he said.

I then take the wrapped snack from him. "Thanks," I said.

"You're welcome."

I then put my wrapped snack inside my lunch bag.

"Um...," he scratch the back of his head.

I paused and looked up back at him. I almost about to zip my lunch bag but I hold onto the lunch bag cover unzipped so that my snack wouldn't fall off. "Yes," I said to him, realizing he has a question in mind to ask me.

“Did you need anything else?” he asked.

“Um..no,” I said.

“Alright thanks for coming and have a nice day,” he said with a smile on his face.

“You too,” I finally zipped my lunch bag and exit out of the house.

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Chapter 31 At night, The Goddess of Washington is walking towards Cressida's house. Apparently, The Goddess of Washington knows where Cressida lives; she doesn't have to tell Flossie or even use her GPS to get to her house. She just...knows her way in. And instead of doing surprise moves like the villains do, The Goddess just walked towards the entrance door and knocked on it like a normal human being. After that she waited. As she wait, she folded her arms and tapping her left toes. Until the door opens. When the door opens, The Goddess looks up to see who opens it. While she's hoping it's Cressida, instead it's actually Ms. Nollypollon, Cressida's mother, who opened the door.

"HELLO AND WHO ARE YOU?!" Ms. Nollypollon shouted.

Her shout has nearly frightened The Goddess, who jumped slightly away in response.

"Um..." The Goddess stumbled. "I'm The Goddess of Washington."

"Oh the woman who caused an incident at the Georgetown Waterfront Park."

"Okay can I please explain to you about the incident?"

"Go ahead I'm listening," Ms. Nollypollon leaned against the left side of the opened door while placing her right hand on her right hip.

The Goddess tells her the whole story. That The Goddess had just had a bad day that day and she releases her anger over it at the park. And Cressida and Clarabelle make matters even worse.

"So you trying to release your anger," Ms. Nollypollon said.

"Yeah," The Goddess nodded.

"Not trying to destroy the world?"

"Oh no," The Goddess shook her head.

"So why did you come here? To see Cressida."

"Yeah."

"Oh don't worry about it. I'll talk to her when she comes home; she's not here yet."

"Okay well...that means I may go home then," The Goddess chuckle.

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turned around and start walking off. "See ya later."

About an hour later, Cressida come back to her house and approached the entrance door. But just before she knock on the door, she notices footprints on the entrance mat. Recognizing that it's The Goddess of Washington's footprints, Cressida was shocked that The Goddess went to her home. 'What happened when The Goddess went to her home?' Cressida wondered to herself. At least her house wasn't destroyed, which was strange to her. Nevertheless, Cressida knocked on the door and wait for an answer.

And soon as the entrance door opened...

POW! Cressida got SUPER-SMACKED IN THE FACE sending her flying away from her and flying straight backwards across another house and landed on that house's backyard. "Ow!" she cried as she landed on her backside.

"Damn woman!" She then gets up and SPEEDS BACK towards her house where Ms. Nollypollon is standing there folding her arms. Ms. Nollypollon is THE ONE who smack Cressida.

"Why the heck did you punched me for, mom?" Cressida asked.

"For getting into a fight with The Goddess," Ms. Nollypollon said.

Cressida was kinda surprised. "Mom she's not a friend," she said.

"Well then who did you think she is Cressida?"

"Uh an enemy."

Ms. Nollypollon burst out laughing. "Why did you think she's an enemy?"

"Because she's gonna take over the world."

"No she's not!"

"No she's not?!"

Ms. Nollypollon sighed. "Cressida come inside," she said as she then holds the opened door and let Cressida in before she close the door.

"Tonight is movie night anyway," she continued. "So you might as well as start popping some popcorn for us."

Cressida stopped and raised her eyebrows. "I'm sorry what?!" she said as she got shocked.

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Nollypollon shouted as she still walking away.

Minutes later, Cressida is already in the kitchen placing the popcorn bag inside the microwave and set the microwave time to about two and a half minutes, that's the time to set the popcorn according to what the box says, right? Anyway, Cressida went into the living room and sat down on a sofa with her mom Ms. Nollypollon, her sister Felicia, and her dad Mr. Nollypollon.

Then Ms. Nollypollon smell something burning. "Do I smell something burning?" She asked. She then gets up out of her seat and looks around and saw there's something familiar coming from the microwave. “CRESSIDA COME GET YOUR BUTT OUT HERE!” she shouted.

Cressida sighed frustratingly. “What now?” she said quietly to herself before getting up out of the sofa walking out of the living room and back into the kitchen where Ms. Nollypollon open the microwave and start fanning the smoke coming out of it.

“What the fuck is this?” Ms. Nollypollon said as she holds the top edges of the popcorn bag while taking the bag out of the microwave.

From Cressida's state of shock, the popcorn was BURNED! Guess she didn't carelessly know how much minute this popcorn she gave. “Holy shit,” she said to herself.

“Yeah holy shit is right Cressida,” Ms. Nollypollon. “You know what instead of throwing it away, I want it you to eat.”

Cressida immediately raised her eyebrows as she was told to eat the burned popcorn. “Really?” she asked her.

“Yeah. But first clean up the microwave for me please,” Ms. Nollypollon gave the burned popcorn to her.

But when Cressida almost touch the back of the popcorn bag.... “Ow!” she quickly pull her hand away from the bag.

“C'mon grab it,” Ms. Nollypollon said. “Just hold the edges.”

Less than minutes later, Cressida is already cleaning up inside the microwave while the popcorn bag is laying down on the counter.

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time.”

Cressida sighs.

“If you sigh one more time, I'll whoop your ass,” Ms. Nollypollon mean it.

Cressida glanced at her for a few seconds before speaking to her.

“Alright.”

[PLEASE INSERT CRESSIDA HAVING TROUBLE WITH STREAMING SERCIVE] Page 164 "Oh yeah there's a mail envelope waiting for you on the counter so after you're done take the envelope to see what they have for you," Ms. Nollypollon said as she walked out of the kitchen.

After finishing popping another round of popcorn, this time hot and nice, Cressida then take the popcorn bag out of the microwave, pour all of the popcorn into a glass bowl and walked out of the kitchen and bring her the popcorn towards her family, who are sitting at the couch.

"Thank you," Felicia said with a big-ass smile on her face. To the annoyance of Cressida.

Cressida sighed as she feels that her little sister using her to bring her food. "You know what I'll be back," she said.

"Okay," Ms. Nollypollon said.

Cressida walked out of the living room and takes the unopened envelope and walked upstairs. She then went into her bedroom and hopped on her bed. There, she starts to open her envelope to see what's inside.

Afterwards, she pulled a letter out of the envelope and starts reading it.

"You owe the company twelve thousand dollars," she reads. "What?!"

She reacted with a stunning look on her face. "I owe them that kind of money? For what?" She then continued reading. “It appears that you haven't pay the payment that we have given to you every month since you signed on,” she reads, much to her shock. “Wait...there's a payment?' She asked herself. “But I couldn't understand, the music service says that's it's free.”

She started to feel the confusion in her eyes while scratching her head. “Why would they say I must pay about twelve thousand dollars?”

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see if there's actually wrong. From her standpoint, there's nothing on this application that says payment. Still looking confused, she then search the internet where she visit the BWSMS website; noting on that website say anything on paying money per month. Wondering if others have the same problem, she then go to the Tech Reviews page of the music service. The reviews page says it's also free, however it seems possible that BWSMS only gave Tech Reviews a test-run for two days because that's what companies do when it comes to so-called critical reaction. So as she scrolls down the page, she couldn't believe what other customers saying. To summarize in three words: IT'S A SCAM! So in a conclusion, Cressida has been scammed. And worst of all, the negative customer reviews having posting for almost a year EVEN before she signed up without being fully aware. And it's hasn't caught attention in the news. Needless to say, she was in a panic desperately try to get out of this situation.

“Holy shit,” she reacted with horror. “I should get out of this now scamming service before it's gonna make it worse.” But at the same time, she doesn't want her mom to know about it. If her mom knows, Cressida will get her ass whuppen BIG TIME! And that ass-whuppen is gonna hurt her REALLY BAD! “HEY CRESSIDA COME GET YOUR BUTT BACK IN THE LIVING ROOM AND WATCH THE MOVE WITH US!” Ms. Nollypollon shouted from downstairs.

“IT'S FAMILY TIME!” Cressida groaned while looking up at the ceiling in frustration. Of course, she has to deal with this later, but after family movie time is over, she will have to figure out how to fight the scam.

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Chapter 32 After I exit out of Flossie's house, I started heading back home.

However, when I was in the middle of walking, I was suddenly stumbled by the sudden appearance of The Goddess of Washington, who came in front of me and out of nowhere. Her hair was kinda messed up when she ran SUPER FAST! "Hello Diarumid," The Goddess of Washington greeted me in a polite manner.

"Um...hi," I said awkwardly as I was bit nervous about meeting her oneon-one and I also never prepared for this conversation to happen.

"Why are you acting so strange?" she asked.

"Because...you're are the evil girl...who is willing to kick one of my best friend's ass."

"Oh you're referring to Cressida?" The Goddess nodded.

"Yeah."

"Well first of all, I'm not a bad girl; I'm a normal complex woman who...," she thinks of words she trying to say. "...trying to make amends with her."

"By kicking her ass," I said while already folded my arms.

"No," The Goddess chuckle. "I'm not trying to trick her."

I exchanged a questionable look on my face while wondering if she's lying.

"Want me take you to my headquarters over there?" She asked me.

"Oh well I have to ask my mom-" "Oh you don't have to ask your mom. It's a fifteen minute visit; it doesn't take long. It's safe to say that you'll be at home by the time your mom start to worry."

"How so?" I asked.

"Would you climb on my back?" She asked.

"Uh....," I was pretty skeptical about that. "....I'm not sure I could ride on a very buff human being, especially a very buff woman."

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I laughed off slightly. "How's that possible?" I asked.

The Goddess kiss her teeth and turns her back towards me. "Just c'mon and ride on my back," she told me as she bent down.

After a thought of moment, I eventually come around and approached towards her back and hop on in it.

"Don't hold on to my chest just hold on to my abs," she told me. "My abs provides you stability so you don't fall down." She then stands up with myself hanging on to her back. "Alright here we go." She then SPEED RAN away from the sidewalk and into Rock Creek Park. Five seconds in, she SUDDENLY STOPPED and apparently we finally made it. We are in front of the mansion's entrance door. I was shocked I get to her mansion on THAT AMOUNT OF TIME! "Wow that fast," I reacted. "Super fast."

"I told you I'd take you to my mansion in less than five seconds," she said as she bent down again so that I can climb off of her before I landed on the grass on both of my foot.

"Ah thank you," I said.

"You're welcome." She pulled out her key from her right jeans pocket as she approached towards the entrance door. She reached her key into the door knob and starts unlocking the knob with it. She then opens the door.

"Hey Diarumid," she whispered. "I just want to let you know that we have to be very quiet and walk very tippy-toe."

"Okay," I nodded.

So we kinda tippy-toed inside the mansion. Later, we arrived at the kitchen where everything is beautifully spotless.

"Alright well...," The Goddess says as we stopped in front of the stove. "...Looks like it's gonna be me and you in the kitchen. Let's have this: how about you make me a cheese sandwich while I make you a cheese sandwich."

I realized the logic instruction.

"Hmm sounds like we're making our own cheese sandwiches," I said.

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dining room table face to face while we eating our cheese sandwiches. While we're eating, The Goddess tries to clarify what happened between her and Cressida.

"Okay here's the explanation," she says. "I was in a fight with Cressida because Cressida started it all. You think I'm the evil guy destroying the Georgetown Waterfront Park. I was actually releasing my anger and...," she suddenly realized that she jumped ahead instead of starting from the beginning. "Okay let me start over," she took a deep breath. She then explain of how it got started with her problems with her society. "First of all, you already know me as the ultimate buff chick and I already know you as a chubby guy who cares about the whole world. Something that the society is missing.

Okay here are the things that I'm complaining about the society.

Today's society that is. Number 1: I HATE MY BODY! Yep I hate my body. Say what you will about how muscular or beefy or buff I am but...I hate my body," she said the last three words quietly. You see there are thousands of men AND women having their bodies muscular than ever in today's climate.

That's because the media. The media have pressured both men and women to get buff.

How? There are thousands of images and visuals about women AND men picturing their buff bodies and themselves on film, television, magazines, advertisements and of course, the internet. It all started happened with one celebrity man almost two decades back when he was filming a superhero movie - Hugh Jackman - he played a mutant superhero.

At that time, he was like what an average dude with an average body when he first took the role." She then paused for a few seconds. "Okay he was actually a little bit muscular," she continued. "But still he had an average body. A typical body. But then as the years gone by and the number of films progressed, Jackman increasingly exercising his body to the point that he gets super buff in about twelve years. What? Is there something in that character that he required to bulk himself in order to maintain the role? Huh? Or is he like to bulk himself a lot?

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wanna know why we suddenly have been pressured to get that body of his?

Hugh and his buff body have made him THE inspiration for almost of the action stars and every action movie we saw and every superhero movie we saw has a hero who is more buff than ever. We have not seen a hero or a superhero who has a typical body...except for Toby Maguire’s Spider-Man. He has a typical body. It was that body type for the superheroes for a time until Jackman suddenly become the new type.

The reason why I'm complaining about it is because the Hugh Jackman phenomenon is spilling all the way to my family. My mom and aunts would make going to the gym a daily routine and almost every day all of us hit the gym. Yeah, my family got inspired by Jackman and his physique apparently.

And I thought why is it necessary for all of us to go workout like Hugh Jackman? My mom responded to get 'healthy and strong'. Well you can get 'healthy and strong' by not eating too much sugar and saturated fats. Have you ever heard of unsaturated fats? Yeah, unsaturated fats is healthy and strong.

You can also eat a lot of protein but not too much of it. That way you don't have to workout to get strong-ass bones. In the process, you become a power lifter, which has the same muscles as the muscular person but actually in a big chubby body. Let me tell you: I hate going out to the gym.

Going out to the gym and looking like one of the buff girls is not really me.

It's not who I really am. I don't want to be buff. I tried to talk to my mom about the type of body that I want. But now this is what my body looks like.

A muscular body. Again, NOT the type of body that I want."

"So let me take an educated guess: you have been pressured by your mom," I said.

"Yep," she nods once.

And she pressured you to get the perfect body." I said.

"Correct."

"Did anyone else pressured?"

"The God of Washington. He caved in and I have to say he loves new body now."

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friends and family who have been pressured. Every man. Every woman.

Every boy and every girl have all been pressured by the media because the media likes to put buff bodies on their screens."

"Okay...." I said. (Remove this sentence) "Number two: I believe there's too much power for the men and too much weakness for the women. What's more, over time men will eventually abuse their power to sexually assault the opposite gender. Which led to my third and final reason. Number 3: Sexual Abuse and Sexual Harassment.

Want me to tell you my sexual harassment story?”

“Sure,” I nodded.

“Here's the explanation: when I come outside before work, she witnessed a man raping a woman despite her saying no; another scene has very buff men and women with skinny bodies which disgust me. When I'm at work, it seems that my buff body cause tension between me and my all coworkers. And let me tell you all of my co-workers are men. They harassed me because of her body and fearing that I will become stronger than the whole men - which I DEFINITELY am - that the men decides to toughen up and get rid of me because a weak woman is better than a buff woman. So wait a weak woman can't do anything superior like the men do? Apparently they don't think so. They want their workplace to be a boys' club."

"I have a question," I said. "Are any of the men buff?"

"Well some of them but not as much as I am."

"So if you're a buff woman in the workplace full of men, why the heck you couldn't kick the asses of them."

"I did. Only one person. With the unlawful consequences." She later explained to me about her experience with sexual harassment.

I was shocked to hear that story. It hits me in the heart. "So this guy started the fight," I said.

She nodded.

"And beat the crap out of you."

"Correct," she said.

"So you start beating the crap out of him."

"Yep I did."

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instead saw me as a treat. And I got fired. Even though he started the fight.

On purpose."

“Yep,” she said.

“Okay let me have a take on body image first,” I said. “I have a problem with my body as well," I then take off my t-shirt and wrap it on my right hand while showing off my man boobs to her."

"You have gynecomastia," she said.

"Yeah I do," I put my shirt back on. "I'm trying to embrace it and love it but I'm struggling with the society's refusal to acceptance that man boobs should be normal. But here's the thing: I don't have to get buff to be sexy and beautiful. And I don't want to be pressured to get buff in order to be sexy and beautiful. Sure I won't inspire the rest of the men in the world but at least they'll get my message. Everyone here is sexy and beautiful no matter their body type. They also don't want to cave in pressure to get the so-called perfect body that the society demands them to...unless they want to. In fact, most of them don't even have the genetics to get the perfect body. The fact of the matter is men and women both want to be smart and strong. They also love to love their bodies just the way they are, even though they also have to focus on their health more often.”

“Okay,” she nods "Okay here's my take on sexual assault," I continued. "Women have felt with this issue most of the time, some of them even deal with it every day.

Sure men are smart, they can be successful. But when a woman with a smart-ass mentality and a strong-ass capability of doing things enter their world, men really felt that their lives and careers are in trouble of being overshadowed by those women, which is unfortunately still the case. They will not accept a woman who's better than any of them. In fact, they will not make a woman be better than any man or as better as any man. I think they're men who make stupid decisions. All I want to say is this...that I hope that these men learn their lesson. And that I will not join or be a part of the sexist club. And I want men to stop whatever they're doing to hurt women and start standing up and speak up. Let me tell you this: many people have experienced with workplace idiots just like you. They tried to be calm while working. They tried to ignore while working. They tried to experience this © 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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nice working environment. But they couldn't and they left. Women have the power to fight against negative things they have experience, like sexual harassment, sexual abuse and sexual assult and they also overcome other negative things like body image and peer pressure – for example, the pressure to get the perfect body…which is pretty much impossible for most people to get. What else’s: women can have the power to change the world, becoming a voice or a leader of something they deal with. And I think you have the power to change the world and become a voice of something that you don’t like (or you have negatively experience) in this society that you want to change. Maybe the men, the boys and even most of the other females can understand this and learn from you. You think you can?”

She thought about it for a moment before she starting to nod, agreeing with me. “Yes,” she said. “I think can.”

“Okay,” I took a deep breath before I start getting up. “Well I’m gonna head out because-“ “I know. You don’t want to be late at home.”

“Correct.”

“Well I can take you back home.”

“And how you gonna know the way to take me home?”

“Just climb on my back. I know the way.”

I come around the table and approached towards her back and hop on in it.

"Like I said when you climb on my back: don’t hold on to my chest just hold on to my abs," she told me. "My abs provides you stability so you don't fall down." She then stands up with myself hanging on to her back. "Alright here we go." She then SPEED RAN away from the kitchen and exit out of the mansion; apparently she didn’t lock the door when we come in so the door open again IN LESS THAN A SECOND as she dashed out. Five seconds in, she SUDDENLY STOPPED and, wow, looks like I’m home already; apparently she actually knows where I live and she knows how to get there with THAT AMOUNT OF TIME! "Wow that was…incredibly amazing," I reacted. “How did you know that?”

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your address within that info," she said.

“But wait I thought you’re the super smartest.”

“Uh yeah, but I don’t have the brainpower to know every single human being or every single thing on the planet,” she then bent down again so that I can climb off of her before I landed on the sidewalk on both of my foot.

“Trust me I’m that kind of a computer. In fact, I’m not even a computer at all; I’m a human being, okay.”

"I understand," I said. “Well I’m heading off. Thanks for the ride.”

"You're welcome."

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Chapter 33 Back at Cressida's house, Cressida is anxiously pacing around her bedroom waiting for our best friend Clarabelle to come in to her room so that they can figure out how to fight the scam and figure out how to prevent Cressida from using all of her wallet to pay the total amount of the scam.

Then she stopped as she hear the sound of a door opened and closed for seconds and hear footsteps coming closer. Then someone walked into her bedroom; it’s Clarabelle.

“Hey what's up?” Clarabelle greeted her with a question.

“What's up?” Cressida said like as if Clarabelle think she has a fine morning. “I have a crisis on my hands. I first signed up for a streaming service that I thought it was for free. That was months ago. But suddenly now – well it's actually last night – I get this letter saying that I owe them twelve-thousand dollars for this service and I'm like 'WHAT?' They say the service was free and now all of a sudden they charged me about twelve thousand dollars now first of all there was actually no letter received during the time I was streaming the music-” “Alright alright alright just calm down,” Clarabelle said. “I'll see if I can help you out. Just call the music company and start complaining about it. If the music company they scamming you can't catch a break with you, call the police...or go to the police station to see if they can help. If the music company backed off, then call the credit card company to give your money back.”

“Could it work?” Cressida asked.

“Trust me girl it may,” Clarabelle said. “Meaning sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn't. It would very hard to work that out.”

“Did you share the same experience as me?”

“Well no I didn't download that crappy-ass music service. In fact I never download an application that is disguised as a scam. I always checked to see if any application I chose to download is either a legitimate or a scam.”

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“Cressida I'm not a lazy-ass person. And you're not a dumb-ass person either. But I'm doing lazy things and you're doing dumb things. That's the problem between the both of us and that's why Flossie continues to attack us for that. We need to start being productive or else we never gonna succeed in life. Now let's start with the call to the music company. Let's put that call into speaker so I can hear what the caller is trying to do with you.”

“Alright let's do that.”

Minutes later, Cressida and Clarabelle sat down at the front edge of the bed while hearing a call from Cressida's cell phone that she's holding onto her right hand.

“Hello,” a female spokesperson answered. She’s at the Baltimore, Maryland office.

“Yeah this is Cressida, I’m…um…one of those people who got scammed into the music streaming service.”

“Scammed?”

“Yeah I got scammed into the service, are you the company that is behind this?”

“Um yeah.”

“Why the fuck did you guys do this to us?”

“What are you talking about?” the female spokesperson asked.

Cressida kiss her teeth as she knows that the female spokesperson is trying to pretend that she’s making up nonsense so that the spokesperson can hang up the phone and she’s not having it. “You know what I’m talking about, stop pretending like you don’t know,” Cressida told her.

“Okay fine. You’re talking about you being scammed, right?”

“Let me ask you this: did you scam me or do your company scam me?”

Cressida asked. “Or you know your company scam me but didn’t say a word?

Being quiet, secretive and bullshit.”

“Alright alright calm down.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down, the fact of the matter you scammed me and you scammed others. You told me that the music streaming service is for free and now you telling that I must pay for that shit. Just tell what kind of a company are you? A company that likes to scam people for money or what?”

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“Yeah I’m listen to you dumbass,” Cressida said.

“Don’t call me a dumbass. Don’t call me a dumbass. Just apologize to me right now-“ “Oh I’ll apologize to you if you apologize to me since you and your company scammed me into thinking the service is for free when all of sudden I got unexpectedly charged for it.”

“Alright fine well I’m sorry that we scammed you, now how about your apologize.”

“Oh for calling you a dumbass? Okay I’m sorry for calling you a dumbass now can you drop the charges for me.”

“Uh…,” it seems apparent that the female spokesperson was in awkward position. That spokesperson might be actually be a person who’s unaware of the company’s evil tactics and it is certain that if she drop the charges for customers, she’ll be fired by the company….at least it’s what some rumors believe.

Clarabelle starts to slowly shake her head as she knew this phone conversation wasn’t going well so she decided to take matters on her own hands to help her BF. “Cressida can you hand me the phone please?” she asked. “I want to speak to that dumbass person on the phone.”

Cressida then hands her smartphone to Clarabelle.

Clarabelle then place the smartphone on her left ear. “Alright listen,” she said on the phone. “I’m Clarabelle and I’m one of her best friends and we’re not here to play games with you. In fact we’re not playing games with you.” “The fact of the matter is we are NOT paying you stupid-ass money at all! I’m telling you guys right now.”

“Alright alright alright we’ll drop the charges,” the female spokesperson said.

“You will?” Clarabelle asked as if she’s serious Cressida quickly raise her eyebrows with her mouth slightly open as that question signals her hope “Yes we will,” the female spokesperson said. “We will drop the charges.”

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friend as long as she’s no longer uses the service.”

“Alright you go drop the charges against my BF because she’s not gonna pay for it,” Clarabelle then hang up the phone. “She said the company no longer charge you Cressida,” she told her.

“Alright good,” Cressida said as she sighed for. “Now let's call the credit card company.” And they did just that, calling the credit card company, located in…Baltimore, Maryland, the same location as the office for the company who created that illegal streaming service.

At least the credit card company gives Cressida the money she scammed for back into her credit card. So that’s good.

This morning, me and my mom decided to head out of the Walter E. Washington Convention Center and drove to The National Mall. We then look for a parallel parking spot on Madison Drive NW until we saw an empty one on the left that is besides the grassy land, not far from a few blocks from the Washington Monument. Once my mom parked there, she saw a sign: “THREE-HOUR PARKING LIMIT MUST PAY FOR PARKING!” Below the sign, there's a kiosk where you have to use your smartphone to use this kiosk to pay for the three-hour parking limit “Oh great now do I have to pay for this?”” My mom asked while looking at the sign. But then she did what she had to do: use her smartphone to use this kiosk to pay for the parking limit.

Afterwards, we got out of the car and start walking on the left sidewalk.

Minutes later, after crossing 14th Street NW and 15th Street NW, I then saw one of my best friend wandering around alone.

“Cressida?” I said.

Cressida stopped and looked upfront. “Diarumid,” she called my name before walking up to me. “What are you doing here?”

“Going out on a walk with my mom,” I said while pointing my finger to the left at my mom.

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“You two can walk with each other.”

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“Wait you're leaving me here?” I asked my mom.

“If you want.”

“I rather walk with my girl best friend Cressida right here.”

“I can take him home,” Cressida said to her while briefly raising her right hand.

“Are you sure?” My mom asked her.

“Yeah,” Cressida nodded.

“Okay well I guess I walk alone for three-hours and-” “Excuse me do you want to walk with me or no?” A familiar voice said.

My mom looked right while me and Cressida looked left as we see Aunt Carlotta.

“Hey ya,” Aunt Carlotta said.

"I thought I could stop by and kinda walk with you."

"Me?" My mom asked.

And to me and Cressida's surprise, Aunt Carlotta didn't even asked for a walk.

Aunt Carlotta turns around and looked at both me and Cressida. "I'm really seeing progress in you Cressida," she said to her. "After you shown me good behavior in your last in-school suspension. So I'm letting you go walk with my cousin Diarumid, you deserved it."

Cressida smiled. "Thanks," she said.

"No problem. You two can walk whatever you like." Aunt Carlotta said.

"But Cressida are you gonna take him home or what?" My mom asked.

"Um...I'm going to have my mom picked the both of us up."

"Alright I'll see you when you get home," my mom said as she and Aunt Carlotta start walking.

"Have fun," Aunt Carlotta said.

"We'll do," both Cressida and I said it together.

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Chapter 34 "Ah it's beautiful day," Cressida said in a cocky tone, even though the weather is actually cloudy; "Yeah it's a beautiful day isn't Cressida," I said as I found her sentence to be laughable.

"It sure is."

I shook my head thinking what on earth is she referring to a beautiful day because it isn't sunny out here. Is she dumb or maybe she's implying that a beautiful day can be all kinds of weather such as 'beautiful thunderstorms' something that's not really beautiful unless if you're a photographer who would like to take pictures of the lightning? "Cressida, a beautiful day is actually a day where we see clear blue skies...not cloudiness," I told her.

"Uh hey!" Cressida squint her eyebrows. "Diarumid, a beautiful day can be cloud as well."

"Well yeah a beautiful day can be cloudy as well," I said with myself shaking my head and not necessarily agreeing with her. I then sighed.

"Anyway what did you decide to walk with me?" I asked.

"Huh?" Cressida glanced at me like she's lost in space.

"Huh?!" I reacted with a shocked face, wondering if she didn't hear my question. "Did you have superhuman hearing?"

"Um...yeaaah," she said it awkwardly.

"Then...why you didn't hear my question."

"Oh sorry what is the question again?" Cressida said with a confused look on her face. Amazing she didn't hear the question. But rather than express my frustration by shaking my head and sighing, I instead kept cool, knowing that Cressida, despite being a straight A student, is started to learn about...well here's the things that she should know better such as figuring out what a "beautiful day" actually means, listening to my first question while we're walking, and, as I stated once again, taking responsibility of knowing where to go as she walks me to my house. That's the list of thing so far. I'm not gonna ask again why did she decided to go walking with me. Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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Maybe I shouldn't ask that question...first. And then start from the beginning.

Because I want to ask her why did she meet me in the first place.

"I just want to know um what made you decide to meet me the first time on the first day of high school?" I asked her.

"Well um...," she seemed awkwardly off-guard by my question, probably because there are things that made her first saw me she doesn't want to talk about it or share it with me.

"I'll give you a hint," I said. "You first saw me in the hallway when I was looking for my homeroom. Is it because you were looking to help people?"

"Um well..."

"Or you saw a glimpse of me getting confused or frustrated?"

"Well...it could be a little bit of both," she said while looking at me with an awkward smile.

"You sure?"

"Yeah I'm sure," her awkward smile increases, showing me her teeth while closing her eyes shut.

But I'm still skeptic. She then sighed again as my skeptic face made her force to admit the real reason.

"Okay the reason why I first saw you is because...your big butt."

I got shock when she said my big butt. Did I just hear her said that?

"Wait what did you just said?" I asked her. "You said that my big butt is why you first saw me? Is that the only reason why?"

"Um...well...," she chuckle while looking kinda embarrassed after she said "your big butt" to me that she don't want to say to me again. She knows she loves my big beautiful butt as much as I do myself; she wished she wouldn't have said that to me or in front of me, but now since she said that to me, she's now forced to either explain why she said my "big butt" the reason why she first saw me ... and/or explain that my butt isn't just the reason.

"Just tell me did you actually just said my big butt?" I kept asking her.

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around when I suddenly got distracted by your ass, your big ass. I never seen an ass so big in my life."

I blew my mouth as I thought to myself 'is she kidding?' because she has the similar size of that same body part of her own. "You never saw an ass this big in your life?" I asked.

"Well...no," she said as she glanced at me in a "are you crazy?" look on her face.

I glanced back at her but in a questionable look because there are plenty of human beings with asses of any large size; how come she didn't ever see an ass like that? Plus, like I said, she has an ass similar to mine; how come she didn't see her own ass? That's why I need to know.

Look I'm not trying to be a creep here. I'm not trying to be saying things in an inappropriate way. I'm just pointed the laughable fact that Cressida said that she never seen an ass so big when in reality she could be seeing much of them.

"Okay fine," she admitted. "I have a big ass of my own to see in the mirror and I do see as many asses I could find."

Okay, I'm saying things inappropriate I do apologize; I should've not go there. But I need to know how and why she got the body, why she got the- I want to ask this question to her in the best appropriate as possible. Maybe later. I would let Cressida continuing to explain.

"Okay let me say that I have never seen a big ass of a boy like that," she said.

"Never?"

"Never." She then sighed again. "So as I'm saying...I got distracted by your big butt. That's when at the same time I got bumped into Mrs. Williams.

That same woman also looked at your big butt. She told me that while we're just...talking that's all."

"Did you get in trouble?" I asked.

"Well I did," she chuckles embarrassingly. "Remember that I rip a super air fart back in English class."

"Yeah I remember but I'm asking you if you....

"Got in trouble for distracting?" Cressida glanced at me.

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"Well yeah I got into trouble for distracting and not paying attention to where I was going. But this situation is not to the extent like the windy fart.

But the teacher or the staff member - whatever her name is - is also paying attention as well...and I think she's also distracted by your butt as well."

"Wait a teacher distracted by my butt as well?" I asked in a shock with a smile because it's something I never heard a teacher or a staff member checking out my butt before. Even though I don't mind other people checking out my tush.

I'm pretty sure what Cressida just said is not true because if it is...some teacher in our school checking out my ass? Now that's weird, creepy, and interesting. And I don't want to get involved into a student-teacher relationship because that's terrifying.

"Well I don't know Diarumid," Cressida said. "I just- it's a theory that I just brought up in my mind. But me and this teacher bump into each other and got into argument." That teacher, she's referring to is Mrs. Robinson. But the question you'll be asking yourself how did I know her. Well, back on the first day of school when I was glancing at what I called an "understanding talk" between Cressida and Mrs. Robinson (for like I said about less than twenty seconds), there's a name tag on the right side of her shirt according to my point of view and I could even see it from a distance.

"Though I never got suspended nor got in trouble this close for getting distracted," Cressida continued as she showing me her thumb and forefinger a quarter-inch (5 mm) apart. "But still I have to pay attention to where I'm going and I will gonna pay attention not just where I'm going but also what any teacher is teaching me about."

"In school," I said.

"In school."

"Well given the distraction of me, the windy fart in English class, the inschool suspension afterwards and the...some sort of a fight between you and Flossie, it seems like you have a lot of things going on in your life."

"Yeah," Cressida nodded with a disappointing look on her face. "I have a lot of things going on in my life. A lot of bad things going on in my life."

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doing so: I signed up for this music service and said that it was priced about nine dollars per month...at least that's what their online advertisement said and it showed up on my popular social media site.

"Did you know if it was a scam?" I asked.

"No not really. I didn't know if it was a scam until it started charging me an increase week by week and it was when I realized that after checking the health of my credit card...they want my entire money into their pockets. And it wasn't just me who is the victim, I have read comments, lots of comments, about customers having their money taken and canceling their service...comments that are made even before I signed up. This was implying that the music service was scam to fool people. And had I known that before I even got into this scam, I wouldn't signed up for this. But now I learned my lesson. I think that the owners of the service served jail time thanks to the FTC investigation last week." She shook her head. "They probably investigate earlier than that before I even signed up for this fooling service."

"Did you know that there's actually a legitimate music service with less problems than this?"

"That one cost ten dollars extra."

"Yeah but it's not really a scam."

Cressida sighs. "No it isn't,� she acknowledges. “However sometimes while you're enjoying it legally you may not enjoy your customer service. It's only when you're genuinely give up that you cancel that service."

"I understand what you're saying here. But how much money did you have on your credit card now that you experience this scam?"

"Um...Diarumid, I can only tell you the size of how much on my credit card before I signed up and after I canceled the service. Okay. Before I signed up, the size was pretty big," she place both of her hands thirty centimeters apart to show me how size her money was. "After I cancelled the service, the size went small." She place both hands in lower centimeters apart to show me how small it is. And man, I can tell you that she lost a big-ass amount of money taken by the scammers. "But don't worry, I go to work to boost my money up so I don't have a problem."

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she has no problems with her credit card right now.

"Oh wait what?" She suddenly got confused. "Do I have to pay the credit card company back my money?"

I place my right hand on my forehead and shook my head in disbelief that she didn't knew about that. I'm wondering if she was actually clueless at all about the whole credit card process.

"What what is it Diarumid?!" She asked.

"Cressida do you actually know how to use a credit card?" I asked.

She thought about it for a moment but then she was lost in space.

"Um...uh...." she seemed kinda lost.

And I was exchanging a worried look on my face with my mouth open.

"I thought using a credit card was simply to buy stuff," she said in a confusing tone. "Do I have to pay the credit card company for all that stuff?"

I then sighed as her question just confirms my wondering thought: she's clueless. I can't even believe that I have to teach her about how the credit card system works. I was horrified.

"What's the problem with my credit card Diarumid?" Cressida asked. "I need to know."

I took a deep breath so that I won't get mad, angry or furious at her and/or blame for what she did. "Cressida," I said calmly. "There's an actual process of using a credit card. The card is built of money borrowed from the credit card company who made this card. Unlike a savings card, when you buy something with your credit card, you also have to pay the credit company your same amount of money you purchase from the store; it's not free money, Cressida. It's money you have to pay attention to."

"Okay can you give an example?" Cressida asked.

"You still don't get it."

"No I er...," she then sighs again as she was still confused.

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with only thirty-five dollars and when you have thirty-five dollar balance on your credit card, you gonna be careful using that amount of money."

"Oh okay," she nodded at me. "I can see your point now. Guess I have to look at the amount of money I pay to this freaking service and my current balance of my credit card to see if I'm gonna insert a whole lot of money from elsewhere into my credit card. So I can pay the credit card company that same amount of money that the service scammed me for. What a waste of money and I learned my lesson."

"Well I'm glad to hear that. Is there another bad day incident you would like to tell me?"

"Yeah," she nodded unhappily without looking at me. "Accidentally put the popcorn on fire...and so is the microwave. One summer day when we go watch a movie, I place a microwaveable popcorn in the microwave and I was pressing the popcorn cook button for the popcorn to cook into the microwave...when I should've read the cook time for that popcorn to pop before pressing that button because the running time for the 'popcorn cook' - which is about ten minutes - is actually different from the running time of the popcorn itself, which was actually two minutes and a half. Should the 'popcorn cook' button and the popcorn itself have a running time that has the same as each other? Maybe. But I should be blaming myself instead of the running times because, let me say this, life gets to you if you don't follow the instructions."

"Okay so you got into a mess with a music service that turn out to be a scam," I said.

"Correct," she said with her eyes closed and a nod.

"And you place a popcorn in the microwave and press a button that actually has a different running time instead of manually inserting the running time of the popcorn itself into the microwave and let it caught on fire."

"Correct."

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more than having bad ones," she said. "But instead, I had gotten into the bad ones."

"Like missing the bus several times."

"Yeah. One afternoon after I missed the bus, after I discover that I have super speed and ran back to my house, I got punched by my mom in the face."

"Whoa wait you got super speed," I clearly missed what she just said at the end of her sentence because I was gonna interrupt her immediately after she said super speed...because I never heard that she got super speed or run faster like a speeding bullet. But I want to wait after she finish her sentence because I don't want to interrupt girls because I learned that when you interrupting girls, you're disrespecting them. So I don't want to interrupt her.

"Um yeah. Did I tell you that?"

"No," I shook my head. "I heard that you got punched or something."

"Oh yes. So as I'm saying, as I ran back up to my home, she punched me and I got flown backwards up towards another house's front yard."

"Ouch!" I reacted.

"Yeah ouch is right because I feel a little pain after that punch."

"Were you grounded?"

"Yeah. She also told me about the emergency cards."

"Yeah I know Flossie got them and contact your mom's phone number.

It wasn't a pretty good scene for you Cressida."

"Yeah I got in trouble for leaving my emergency cards back in English class when I left for in-school suspension."

"Yeah. But besides that I want to know why all of these things are happening to you?" I'm asking her this question because I want to know why she got into these kinds of troubles that got her in the way. I know why she got distracted by my butt (because my butt is big and beautiful) but I need to know why.

"I don't know," she glanced back at me. "Maybe it's because I made so many bad life decisions. There are decisions that I thought it could work but actually didn't. There are times when there are decisions I made that I thought were good ideas at the time but in the end they turned out to be big-ass mistakes that I shouldn't made and I wished that I should've have Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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thought about it before even making any of those decisions. Basically, bad decisions can affect your life...besides my mom." She then took a pause while slowly shaking her head as she's disappointed in herself. "Honestly, much of my life has been pretty..." she then sighed as she glanced slightly away from me. "Up and down, up and down...and up and down. My whole life is like a roller coaster ride."

"What did you mean?" I asked.

"Because on one thing I score a high one-hundred percent on a hardass quiz that I had to study," Cressida explains.

"But Cressida you love studying right?"

"Well...," she thought for a moment. "Yeah it's just that I don’t like study a whole bunch of stuff at once for only one week before the test."

"Oh." "But on the other hand I have to deal with a bunch of dishes untouched in the sink and my lazy-ass mom couldn't do her lazy ass to wash all of the dishes and told me to do the washing instead."

"Really?" My eyebrows slightly raised when I got shocked that she gets to this chores all by herself.

"Yeah. And she also made us do other chores.

"Wow I can't believe your mom did this to you," I said this as I feel bad, really bad for her. "I'm so sorry."

"No that's okay. At least your mom isn't like that."

"Well unfortunately Cressida, my mom is like that."

"She is?" Cressida got a little shocked.

"Well not that much...my mom is really super busy; she wasn't a lazyass or something."

"Oh." "But still I have to do chores too. I have to do the dishes, do the laundry (I have to separate some items carefully like the bras and the t-shirts and stuff in order not to get my ass kicked), do the bathroom-cleaning and do the vacuuming. At least there's an understandable reason: the job my mom got hired for requires a lot of hours she has to deal with meaning that she has to work her butt off doing her job while I have to work my butt doing her chores to keep the house tidy from being a dirty old ass. And on Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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the bright side, she gave me twenty dollars per weekday and extra ten dollars for preparing food and cooking dinner for her and myself."

Cressida sighs once again. "You had an understandable mother," she said to me.

"Thank you."

"I just wish my mom was like that."

"Look Cressida," I stopped walking and so she as we turned to face each other. I took a deep breath. "Don't say that. Don't even say that. Don't even say that you wish your mom is like my mom."

"Why not?"

"Because it doesn't matter if you wish your mom is like your mom."

"Of course it is Diarumid," she said. "Your mom don't whup your big ass as my mom does to me."

"But that's because...I don't want to say this and I don't want to be rude to you but you're being an asshole. The reason why your mom kicked your ass, beating you up and being hard and tough on you, the reason why you're making such stupid decisions and the reason why your rival Flossie is being an enemy to your ass and trying to humiliate your life Cressida is because you're being a total dick and a total asshole. And I don't like you being an asshole or a dick at all and I don't want you to be an asshole or a dick. In fact I don't want you to be either of them. The truth is you're making too many mistakes. In life. And that's why life gets to you, your mom is punishing you and Flossie, who I admired, starts to laugh at you. Yes I also admired Flossie as well because she's a better person than yours. And seeing me as a nice guy, she even invite me to have a study night last night together."

The fact that I just said that Flossie is coming over that night has rocked Cressida to its core.

"Bumper," she said after she feels disappointed.

"Yeah bumper is right," I said. "This should have been an opportunity.

Yet your accidental fart ruined it for you. You shouldn't be eat-" I stopped right there because I don't want to tell her what to do since she's a girl and she can make a choice she wants...even though eating gas-powered foods may not be good for her as a normal person because these foods will build Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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up gas and farting and burping can cause problems for her to deal with. But I'm also wondering if she can use them to defeat evil. While I don't like her farting or burping around me, I like her if she can use farting and burping as a weapon to kick evil's ass. I then sighed because I feel more bad and more sorry for her than ever and I'm trying to make the best kick-ass heart-toheart message to her the best I can. "Cressida I'm not trying to be mad or angry or furious at you. I just want you...I just want you to start trying to make the best decisions for yourself. And start getting a life. I know your life has not really being the greatest thing ever."

"I know," she said quietly while nodding.

"But you still got straight As." "Yes," she starts to smile.

"That's really sums up the best of you. It seems like getting straight As in every subject is really your biggest strengths...and probably your biggest weakness is getting your act together and making good decisions and getting your life on track the smooth way."

Cressida took a deep breath as she's listening to my heartfelt advice.

"Cressida, I just want you to become a better girl, a better person, and a better human being. Since you get straight As in school, why can you score straight As in life as well. Because it will make you a better person. If you just um...follow the rules, follow the instructions, follow the protocol, if you just avoid being trouble, if you just avoid being gassy (which you won't because you love releasing your gas out of your ass or gas out of your mouth so). But if you just hold your gas in the classroom or ask a teacher to go to the bathroom and pass gas there. If you just be respectful of your mom and get along with your mom and dad. If you stop being or trying to be an idiot, lazy, a dick or an asshole....your life would be so much better."

Cressida starts to understand what I'm getting through to her. She knows that she needs to start becoming a better person and she's happy that I was given her some kind words and open up to what she has done and the big-ass mistakes she made in the past so she doesn't do that again and told her to become successful in life as the best as she can. After hearing my words, she will start learning what she has needed to be doing.

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Flossie will be surprised, people will stop throwing shade at you and eventually you won't be seen as an....an...."

"Asshole?" She helped me out on a word that I might not wanna say it again to her.

"Yeah," I nodded. "You won't be seen as that type...," referring "that type" as the A word. "...or a bad person. Cressida, become a better person and never become a stupid person ever again." I sighed once again, but this time in a calm tone. "I hope my words will help you and encourage you to turn yourself and your life around."

"Sounds like you should take lessons with Diarumid, Cressida," Flossie, who's wearing a green sweater over a green V-neck t-shirt and light blue jeans with a blue sparkly belt on, is walking towards us in and with her arms folded. "Diarumid should be your teacher in navigating your irresponsible life," she said as she got closer to Cressida.

Cressida sighs and got annoyed when Flossie showed up.

"Flossie what are you doing here?" Cressida asked.

"What am I doing here?" Flossie said.

"Yeah."

"Well I came here to check on you guys."

"And being nosey."

Flossie kiss her teeth. "C'mon you know I'm not nosey."

"Well then how come you spying on me while I was talking to him?"

"I want to see what you up to after you come out of ISS." "Yeah but that's being nosey."

"No it's not.

"Yes it is."

"Why did you think it's nosey, Cressida?"

"Because it's just....it's wrong."

"Wrong? Well it's wrong to peek out through a window of his room to spy on me and him while we doing studying work. We saw you from outside."

"And how do you know- well," Cressida nods as she starts to acknowledge. "Okay I did become nosey as well."

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"Yes Flossie but you're more nosey than I am."

"No I am not" "Yes you are."

I sighed this time frustratedly because I wanted Cressida and Flossie to stop arguing. At least for like...from now on.

Flossie continues to argue with Cressida. "Well have you ever learned that he was given you some...

"Guys, guys, GUYS!" I shouted.

Both of the girls stopped talking "Let's take deep breaths,” I said in order for me to calm them down without telling them to calm down. “Breathe in.”

The girls breathe in.

“Breathe out.”

They breathe out.

"So what's going between the two of you?" I asked Cressida and Flossie while folding my arms.

"Um nothing really," Flossie said.

Cressida quickly turned her face at her as she knows that Flossie isn't telling the truth.

"Nothing really?" I asked with skepticism since seeing Cressida's flabbergasted face. “You two have been arguing with each other all the time.”

"Well...maybe there's a little bit," Flossie tries to downplay the arguments.

But Cressida obviously isn't having none of that. "That's fucking bullshit," she said to her.

"Fucking bullshit?" Flossie turns to Cressida.

“See there's something going on between the two of you,” I pointed that argument out.

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Cressida looks at her in disgust as Flossie tries to pretend like nothing happened. But she also knows that I need to know; I wasn't joining Flossie in the 'pretending-nothing-at-all' business. Even if I knew the details, I wouldn't pretend lol Flossie is doing right now.

"Did she told you the whole thing?" Cressida asked me.

"No I don't know the whole thing Cressida and Flossie, but if you guys just calm down you would explain to me what happened a bit more clear."

Cressida and Flossie both went silent; the only thing we hear is the crickets chipping. After a few seconds, Cressida goes first.

"Alright do you remember about Flossie teasing me about me farted back in English class?" Cressida asked me.

Flossie kiss her teeth. "I did not tease you Cressida," she said.

"Yes you did Flossie so shut up!" Cressida shouted. She then sighed and went back at me in a calm tone. "Anyway do you remember any of that that I just asked?"

"Yes," I nodded. "I do remember you guys arguing in the hallway about two days ago."

"Oh you do...well before that, did you know what happened after I left that English class for suspension after I farted?"

Not really I was just paying attention to the teacher Ms. Sterling because it's important to pay attention to the teachers. I would say to Cressida as her answer. But then I figure out that there's an understanding out of her about what happened after she left, so I kinda suspect that Flossie...may have something to do with this.

"Um Flossie...," I called her name while being questionable instead of being suspicious.

As soon as I called her name, Flossie folded her hands behind her back while beginning to whistle and looked left and right.

"Did you do anything...so idiotic?" I asked carefully not saying the word 'stupid' and saying the word 'idiotic' instead.

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in front of us in that same vehicle.

"Oh that's my mom gotta go," she said before glancing back at us. "I'll talk to y'all later."

"Wait are you not gonna answer this question?" I asked her.

She then stopped while almost closer to the right front side of her mom's vehicle before slightly turned towards me. "Um...I'll think about," she said with a nod and a squinting eyes.

"Oh you'll think about before your secrets you're hiding will be exploded to public," Cressida shouted at her while folded her arms. "Trust me when you said you 'gonna think about later' because guess what, you gonna be actually pretending to 'think about later' while in reality you're gonna be forgetting about it all while trying to cover your smirking butt!"

"Shut up Cressida it's not your business," Flossie said while she, too, folded her arms. "That's why you need to know better to have everything in your hands while leaving for in-school suspension...or to make that even a better idea: why don't you fart someplace else and not fart or burp in any classroom ever again."

"I can't because I have uncontrollable gas and I couldn't handle holding the gas very well," Cressida said.

Flossie starts to laugh at what she has just said to her. "You saying that you couldn't control your gas?" She asked with her chuckle mouth.

Cressida didn't answer that question.

"You're a super powerful girl who has the power to handle big-ass stuff on your own and now you're telling me that you couldn't have the power to hold your big-ass gas?" Flossie asked with an unbelievable look on her face.

Cressida sighs as she feels embarrassed over that question Flossie asked her about. Cressida wants to be a super powerful girl who can not only handle "big-ass" stuff but also handle holding "big-ass gas" that very well from releasing out of her butt or her mouth; she doesn't want to be the opposite of that. So Flossie's question might have felt a little insult to Cressida's self-confidence injury.

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Feeling that Cressida got a bit hurt, I decided to give Flossie some truth and explanation about Cressida and her uncontrollable gas to help Flossie snap out of her.

"Flossie can I tell you something?" I asked.

Suddenly, the right front side car glass window of Flossie's mom's vehicle begin to open.

"Hey Flossie are you coming to the car right or did you need me to wait until you're ready?" Her mom asked her. "I don't mind waiting."

That seem to frustrate Cressida. "Oh wow Flossie your mom can have all the patience of you while my mom don't," Cressida said. "My mom doesn't wait THAT LONG at all than your mom! Amazing!" She said it pathetically. To put, Flossie's mom is way nicer than Cressida's and Cressida wish her mom was more like Flossie's.

Flossie, ignoring Cressida's words about her, glanced at her mom instead while answering her mom's question. "I think you may have to wait a little longer," Flossie said to her.

"Okay," her mom nodded. "Because, like I said, I don't mind waiting," she smiled at her. "I could wait as long as you want."

"Thanks mom," Flossie said before glancing back at me and still ignoring Cressida. "Okay what's the question that you ask me Diarumid?"

"I asked you can I tell you something." I said.

Flossie paused for two seconds. "About Cressida?" She asked me.

"Yee-yeah," I nodded. "And why it isn't um...necessary for her to control her gas. Even if she gains the power."

"Well then......go right ahead and tell me about it," she told me in a nice, calm manner compared to her attitude towards Cressida.

"Hopefully he'll back me up," Cressida whispered to herself while referring to me.

I took a deep breath. "Okay," I began to explain as I walked closer to Flossie (and her mom's car). "I know Cressida is a super powerful girl and I know you're a super powerful girl too. Yes she has uncontrollably gas powers but..." I stopped because while I want to defend Cressida, I don't want to attack Flossie with 'but you have gassy powers too so don't complain to her'.

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"Of course I do," Flossie said. "I do have the power to burp and fart just like Cressida has. But I also have the power to control it, something that she doesn't have."

"Okay I get what you're saying, I get that. But what I'm trying to explain here is that Cressida doesn't have the necessaries of controlling her gas."

"What did you mean?" Flossie asked in a nice manner still.

"What I mean is that she can fart whatever she wants to. And even when farting or burping unexpectedly, she can be very proud of doing that.

Even though her gas smells super disgusting to me, I don't have any complaints about her farts (because her farts can say whatever about her, especially when it comes to the bad guys; most of the time, her farts can be her reactions whatever she reacts angrily) and I don't mind her farting or burping because that's her choice, a girl's choice; she can choose whether she can burp or fart controllably or uncontrollably. So I don't want to bother her about her super powerful "uncontrollable" gas...and I don't want you to bother her either."

"Oh I understand," Flossie said with a nod.

"Now let's talk about how powerful it is: While your gas is powerful, her gas is way too powerful for her to control from releasing. Unusually, her has always kept building up to the point where it really really wants to burst out of her body, either out of her mouth in a form of a burp or out of her butt in a form of a fart; in that case, the sheer power of her gas-building inside of her insides has made it uncontrollable for her. Even if she's not eating gas-powered food or drinking gas-powered drinks, her gas is still building up because while eating her regular food (or not), she's sucking in significant amounts of air that could to gas, meaning she can super burp or super fart on command."

"So let me get this straight," Flossie said as she touched her left elbow with her right hand while placing her left hand on her chin. "Well actually I can take a really good guess on this."

"Well what did you think?"

"Cressida is born with super uncontrollable gas."

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"Well then good for you plus I wasn't even talking to you, you dumbass!" Flossie shouted at her before glancing back at me. "What else did you like to explain about her?" She asked me as she went back to her nice tone.

I took another deep breath. I was a bit ticked off when Cressida interrupted Flossie and Flossie called her dumbass that I need to explain more to Flossie about who Cressida is. "Can I explain about Cressida herself?" I asked Flossie.

"Go ahead," Flossie said calmly. "You can explain. You seem to be more nice to her because you're a guy. I like that."

I was shocked when she made a nice comment about me being nice to her. I was shocked that she wasn't upset about it. And I was shocked she would treat my friendship with Cressida very well. I wonder how I would say something nice to her back immediately. "I like your compliment; that's very nice of you."

"Thank you," Flossie said.

Cressida even smiled at this.

"But I also wants to be nice with you as well; I don't want to, you know, attack you or hurt you or insult you-" "I know," Flossie nods. "You just want to be nice to the both of us."

"Correct," I nodded.

Cressida's smile turns into he shocked look on her face; not that she's shocked that I prefer Flossie more than her and I didn't even thought of making a choice between those two at all (though I'm might be thinking I may fall into love triangle with them sometime later on if that happens). She was shocked because of the fact that I want to be nice to both her and Flossie. Realizing this, she smiled again.

"Alright tell me about Cressida," Flossie said to me.

"Okay," I then took another breath. "Cressida may have problems (she encountered) that she may have to deal with and she may have trouble getting her shit together - and I want to improve that - but she's a super intelligent straight A student. How? How does manage being a straight A student AND an idiot at the same time? Well she's only super intelligent on education...just not on her life decisions. Unlike any of the girls in her school, Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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while she's doing homework and or studying for the test at the last minute, she can still answer homework questions very correctly and she can still remember everything that she study for only once and still ace those tests and quiz very perfectly. And let me tell you, it's not for everyone who can try to imitate her." I sighed. "It's not just Cressida who has problems, everybody has problems and you too have problems...correct?"

"Well um...no," Flossie said with a nervous laugh.

Cressida sighs over her because she believes that Flossie also has problems and she's better hoping she won't point fingers at her telling that she's the one who has all the problems.

"I mean," Flossie continued. "I do have problems but none of them are significant enough to effect my life."

"Than anybody's?"

"Well ah...," Flossie sighed as she seemed a little bit frustrated. "Look I'm okay. Okay. Just don't worry about me. I know what you're saying that all of us had problems. And I know you're not trying to um..."

"Attack you."

"Right?"

"Do I say anything wrong to you?"

"Um no." I nodded.

"Well I gotta go now. It was nice listening to your explanations and I would like to hear more," she finally open her right front car door. "If we have the time in the coming days. Enjoy your day Diarumid," she smiled at me.

"Thank you and enjoy yours."

She then glanced at Cressida one more time. "Good luck bitch," she said before hopping into the right front car seat and closed the door.

"Oh don't worry bitch you're not gonna have a nice life any longer!"

Cressida shouted.

“Okay can you guys stop saying the word 'bitch' at each other?” I asked.

“What we can't say that word anymore?” Flossie asked me “It's really starting to get annoying,” I said.

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“Okay I just want to let you guys know that the world is too demeaning to not just both of you but also women and even men as well and people are either too lazy to come up with a better word or they just love this word so much that they place the word bitch many times without even looking up the definition of it.”

“Look I think you have a problem with that word,” Flossie said to me.

I sighed, knowing that these girls won’t my word for it. “Go ahead, continue to use that derogatory word without a problem or a concern,” I said. “But let me tell you, it annoys me a lot.”

“Well we’re sorry that you feel that way Diarumid,” Cressida said.

“Yeah we’re understand how you feel about that word but please don’t control what words we gonna say, okay,” Flossie said to me before turning to Cressida. “You're not gonna have a nice mother if you don't act together,” she said to her.

“You're also not gonna have a nice mother too Flossie,” Cressida said.

Flossie kiss her teeth. "Oh shut up," she said. "Diarumid be careful of what you up to with Cressida because she will mess you up, alright."

I then begin to chuckle.

"Alright see ya," the vehicle starts driving away from us.

Shortly afterwards, a mysterious vehicle approach parallel in front of us.

It's Bronwen.

“Hello there Diarumid,” Bronwen said. “I see you got your friend over there. What's your name?”

“Cressida.”

“Cressida okay,” Bronwen said in a nice tone. “Um so how's things?”

“Um pretty good,” I said with a nod.

“Yeah I'm good but I had a fight with someone,” Cressida said.

“Let me guess,” Bronwen said. “You had a fight with Flossie.”

“How did you know?” Cressida asked. “Do you have a super brain?”

Bronwen chuckle as she was actually an average normal human being.

She's not some super woman as almost all of my friends who I hang out frequently. “No,” she said. “I wish I would, but actually I known Flossie when she's attending my quiz show class. Me, her, and the other guy advanced to a taping of the show and she's gonna do well.” © 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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“Is there any way for me to apply?” Cressida asked.

“Um you gotta talk to your quiz show teacher and your consular. By the way Flossie told me that there's homework on the social studies subject.”

“Oh the homework I forgot...listen Cressida I gotta go,” I told her. “It was nice having lunch and a uh...walk with you.”

“Oh no problem,” Cressida said, don't mind at all.

I then turn around back at Bronwen. “Is it okay if you can drive me home?” I asked her.

“Sure...if you give me the address,” Bronwen said.

I then pulled out of my smartphone and start getting into her vehicle.

“Here's my home address,” I said as I show it on my smartphone to her.

She then start pulling out. “Have a nice evening Cressida,” she said. “It was nice meeting you.”

As soon as I left with Bronwen, Cressida's smartphone begins to ring.

She pull it out from her right pants pocket.

“Hello,” Cressida answered while placing her smartphone.

“Cressida I think my super-smart computer has found where The Goddess is,” Clarabelle said.

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Chapter 35 That evening, Clarabelle is at her bedroom playing on a computer game with a joystick while she listens to her MP3 player with her earplugs on. The audio on her computer is not on, though. From a standpoint, her room is a mess. Not only her bed is unmade, some of the clothes - all crushed up were tossed randomly on top of the unmade bed. A small bunch of empty snack bags, empty water bottles and empty sofa cans lay there on the carpet.

Even though Clarabelle looks like she's good-looking, take a smell at her white socks. Just take a smell, isn't it beautiful? Or not? We'll find out when our best friend Cressida arrives here.

At the same time downstairs, a doorbell rang.

"Come in," Clarabelle's mom said as she approached the door. When she opens it, she a saw a teenager the same age as her daughter, Cressida.

"Hello there," Clarabelle's mom said. "Is there something I can help you?"

"I'm looking to see if Clarabelle is home mam," Cressida said.

"Oh yes," Clarabelle's mom said with a nod. "I believe that you're her friend, right?"

"Her best friend. No actually I'm one of her best friends," Cressida is saying this because she acknowledges that I'm also one of them as well.

"Oh okay you can come in," Clarabelle's mom holds the door slightly wide open while letting Cressida come through.

"Ah thanks," Cressida said as she comes inside and walk upstairs. She then went into her best friend's room. But when she went there, there's a smell that starts coming through her nose that make her look kinda disgusted. "Oh my fucking god Clarabelle," she said as she fans her nose.

"What the fuck is that smell, girl?"

"What smell?" Clarabelle asked without concern.

"You know what smell I'm talking about!" Cressida walked in.

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nonsense to her. "Cressida I smell everything nice and fresh."

Cressida smells the room just to make sure. Apparently she disagrees.

"Nope your room smells like shit," she said.

But Clarabelle is still not convinced and wondered if the smell was actually her best friend. She placed the joystick down on the desk, get up from her seat, approached Cressida and moved her nose towards Cressida's chest. She then exchanged a disgust look on her face. "Eww girl that's you!"

Clarabelle said to Cressida.

Cressida slightly raise their eyebrows. "Wait that's me?" She asked.

"Oh don't act like it's isn't really you," Clarabelle is not having it. "You definitely gonna need a shower."

"Oh okay," Cressida nodded like she feel like she's attacked. Then she move her face down to her right as she glanced at her best friend's sneakers and picked them up with her right hand. Maybe that's what she smelling to.

"But why are your shoes smelly?" She asked. "Because this is why I kept smelly your room from when I walked in."

"Oh really," Clarabelle got surprised as she picked her sneaks from Cressida and move her nose towards them. "Whoa Cressida you're right," she said as she quickly move her face away from her sneakers and fan her nose again. "I guess the smell came into the other direction." She puts them back down on the ground. "But still Cressida you smell too. At least my sneakers smell worse than you, that's for sure. I'll wash them later."

Though, Cressida won't believe that Clarabelle will ever do that, especially given the state of her best friend's room.

"Yeah like you even would," Cressida said. "But it's your mom who watched the sneakers for you while you have all the free time in the world where all you have to do is to get off your big muscle butt and do it yourself."

Clarabelle got annoyed at how Cressida says about her. As if Cressida knew who she is and feel like she want to attack her for things that she said she's gonna do but in reality she actually doesn't and someone else to do your job. And she is pissed about it because she feel like Cressida is forcing it to do it. But she doesn't want to be told what to do and accused Cressida of being a hypocrite. "Alright you can call me lazy-ass whatever you want," Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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Clarabelle said with an upset look on her face as she sat back down at her computer chair. "Because I'm proud of it."

"Okay lazy-ass," Cressida said. "I can call you that from now on."

"You will?"

"You just said I would call you a lazy-ass whatever I want, are you clueless?"

"Maybe I am. Thank god I'm white and you're black," Clarabelle then sighed. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"I need to find information about who The Goddess of Washington is," Cressida said as she approached Clarabelle. Almost.

"Whoa don't come close to me stinky girl," Clarabelle hold both of her hands in mid-air while slightly titled her body and move her face completely towards the right.

Cressida sighed. "Fine I stand right here," she said while not staying close to her.

"Thank you now what are you saying?" Clarabelle titled her whole body back as she glanced at Cressida.

"I'm looking for information about-" Cressida says.

"The Goddess of Washington, yeah I know,” Clarabelle said.

"I'm came here wondering to see if your computer has it."

Clarabelle glanced at Cressida once again. Then Clarabelle glanced back at the computer screen, paused the game, placed the joystick down on the desk again, and switch from the game to the information browser where she start researching The Goddess for information. "Ah here we go," she said, implying that she found it.

Cressida glances at the computer.

"The Goddess of Washington is an evil woman with extreme destructive force,” Clarabelle reads. “So super-strong, so super-tough and so super-powerful that you cannot defeat her at all. In fact, she's undefeatedable! If you even try to defeat her - even one try - you're dead!" She then stops reading and talks to Cressida without looking. "So in other words don't even try to kick her ass." She then half spins her chair around and glanced at Cressida once again. "Or else you get a deadly ass-whuppin BIG TIME!" "But wait we already whup her ass right?" Cressida asked. © 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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Clarabelle laughs off like as if Cressida didn't completely remember the last fight.

"No," Clarabelle stopped laughing and shook her head at the same time. "We did a punch on her that severely knocked her out and we did slam her to the ground but that wasn't enough to take down that ugly-ass bitch.

Cressida we didn't whup her ass to the end. Instead we got our ass-whupped when that ugly-ass bitch collects dusts on us, don't you remember?"

"Oh yeah," Cressida said while she nodded like she forgot. "You're right."

"And she made us sick. Cressida you gotta use your memory to remember very clearly."

"Yeah you're right, my memory is a bit lost on me. Um what's her motive?"

Clarabelle half spins back her chair and face the computer again. "Well it didn't say," she said.

"What did you mean?" Cressida asked in slight confusion.

"Well according to the computer, her motive is completely unknown."

"Wait," Cressida briefly closed her eyes before opening them up again, trying to make sense of it. "The system doesn't know what The Goddess' motive is."

"Well maybe I guess The Goddess is secretive that she doesn't want to share her motive."

"C’mon that doesn't make any sense. I think the information is too early to call. Maybe the system doesn't have enough info about her yet."

Suddenly a green rectangular window pop up at the center of the computer screen, saying it has new info about The Goddess of Washington.

"Told ya," Cressida continued. "Now the system is starting to pick up."

"Okay let me check," Clarabelle click on the yes button and the screen changes over to the "new info" section that reads this: The Goddess of Washington is located in Rock Creek Park. "At least it gives the location of where she is," Clarabelle said. "Let me find her on the map." She clicked the map button, in which the screen changes over to the map, which in turn zooms in to a map of Rock Creek Park. There, there's a series of red and blue dots indicating that there are enemies in this location but nothing indicating Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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The Goddess of Washington. "Seems like the dots are over the place and can't tell which one is her," she continued. "But I'll say this Cressida," she half-spins again. "You go find her and try to defeat her."

"But wait what about the dots on the screen?" Cressida asked. "Do I have to fight the enemies as well?"

Clarabelle glanced over her shoulder at the computer screen. "Just in case The Goddess is using them to block you from getting close to her," Clarabelle said. "Don't worry, I got your back. I'll be communicating you through phone and coordinating you while you hunt for The Goddess. Got it?"

"Got it. I can go right?"

"Cressida you can go. The mission is already started. And like I said, I'll help you along the way."

"Thanks Clarabelle," Cressida then walks out of the room.

"No problem."

Hours later, Cressida is out at Rock Creek Park - where the Smithsonian Zoo is located at the mostly end and in-between Beach Dr NW and Connecticut Avenue NW - hunting at night, actually overnight, for a very bad creature. She's staying up all night looking for the creature and kill him without any scratches on her. He has been threatening the neighborhood on the street but couldn't been captured by the DC Metropolitan police since the creature is smarter to hide from the police and avoid from getting caught.

But this creature is no match for this young woman, who is really muscular and hunkier than ever. With broad shoulders, big biceps, big triceps, muscle chest, muscle breasts, stronger six-pack abs, stronger legs, and a very big butt, Cressida is in great shape. A great shape to tackle this nasty creature.

That nasty creature is confirmed by the D.C. Police as Lonnie the Demon. And while the police - mostly dominated by women - couldn't know where exactly that demon is, Cressida knows him exactly where he is. And she know exactly the places where the demon is hiding from the police lookouts. And she also knows how to dodge from Lonnie very well just like she does from the rest of the creatures she encountered as she every single Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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move that the demon would attack her. And that's pretty helped by the combination of her super-powerful brain she was born with and the help of her best friend Clarabelle and her super-smartest computer. Together, Cressida, Clarabelle and her super smart computer, this really be fully enough for Cressida to find Bubby the Demon and defeat him extremely easy.

Right now she walked past the Rock Creek Park Tennis Center, walking into the woods with her flashlight cap on her forehead so she can see where she's walking. As she almost walking the first section of the woods, she some of trail that is built above the river near Beach Dr NW she's walking towards.

Clarabelle is at her home monitoring her on her computer which also found the exact location of where Lonnie the Demon is - he's near the Rock Center Horse Park, where there a few horses sleeping on the dirt.

"Cressida are you hearing me?" Clarabelle asked.

"Huh?" Cressida asked while holding her ear piece on her right ear.

"Are you hearing me?"

"Um yeah," Cressida nodded. "I can hear you."

"Can you still hear me?" Clarabelle asked while she's at her bedroom monitoring the operation on her desktop computer.

"Yes Clarabelle," Cressida said before putting her right hand down. "I can still hear you loud and clear. Am I there yet?"

Clarabelle is watching the blue human icon of her best friend walking in the right-hand of a close-up interactive map on her computer featuring Rock Creek Park. The right-hand side of the map also featured the red shadow icon in a vein of an animal laying down a few blocks across from the Rock Creek Horse Park near the road. Which means the red icon represents the Demon her best friend is looking for, Lonnie the Demon. While Clarabelle wants her to stop when she gets close to Lonnie without making him notice, she doesn't Cressida to get close to the demon or else he will notice when her best friend comes towards him that quick or that fast. Thankfully there's a blue line drawn on the digital map separating the demon, the horse park and the woods of Beach Drive NW so that when Cressida is almost there at the line Clarabelle, who's clearly paying attention, will notify her ahead to stop walking.

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at the map. "I'm looking at where you're at right now. I'm glad to say that you're not lost."

"Well that's nice to hear there," Cressida said as she almost there near the trail across Beach Drive NW. "I'm now here near Beach Drive NW and I'm about to head across the small trail right now."

"Oh good. Just stop, look for cars and if the road clears, continue walking toward where that evil son of a demon bitch is. And I'm talking about Lonnie."

"Oh okay," Cressida said. So she stop and look to see if the traffic is clear as she is near Beach Drive NW. A few steps across to her is the Rapids Bridge. After it was clear, she then walked across the road and walked into the Rapids Bridge. When she walked into the bridge, she stopped again and smell to if there's anything stinky out there. Turns out that the river underneath the river smells fresh and nice, amazingly nothing smells funky from her body.

She then continues walking and walked on the rail...then she reached a dead end. Well actually the bridge continues left and right but there's no other straight bridge to continue walking. In front of here there's another section, a huge section of the woods. She then sighed.

"Clarabelle where am I?" She asked on her earpiece.

"You reached at the end of the bridge," Clarabelle said.

"Yeah I know but how can I find him if there's no place to walk. I mean...how many miles do I have to go to capture this freaking piece of crap demon before it's too late and he runs away?"

Clarabelle moves her head slightly towards the computer screen. She click on the Distance button and the mouse courser turn from a small white arrow to a small black line with both arrows. She moves the courser towards the blue human icon and click it. And as she moved the courser towards the red evil icon, a black line appears from the blue human icon and gets dragged along until she clicks on the red icon, connecting the line between the two icons. By doing so, it results into a total of distance between her best friend Cressida and the evil demon Lonnie the Demon. The distance total is down at the bottom-right of the screen.

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"A 110 miles?" Cressida asked. She then sighed again.

"That's what my computer says, girl," Clarabelle said as she shook her head while glancing at it.

"Well it's gonna be a long walk for me," Cressida said.

Clarabelle then moves her face back from her computer and leaned back on her chair. "A long walk?" She said in a questionable look on her face.

"Uh yeah," Cressida said in a 'I mean it' attitude while she looks around trying to figure out to get to the demon without walking into the woods, unaware that she has a special power that she can use to run through the woods and get to Lonnie faster but without getting him to notice her.

"Don't you know that you can use your super speed?" Clarabelle asked.

"Yeah but how can I run super fast without ever getting knocked out by a bunch of trees?" Cressida asked.

Clarabelle kiss her teeth as her best friend also forgot that she has another special power to use in conjunction to her super speed powers.

"Cressida," she paused. "Do you also forgot that you use the inability of yourself to be seen in the public while you run through heavy objects that you couldn't knocked if you're not able to be completely seen in front of everyone unless otherwise."

"What's that?" Cressida asked without even trying to remember what it is herself.

Clarabelle kiss her teeth again. "Girl it's called invisibility."

Cressida slightly raise her eyebrows. "Oh yeah right," she slightly chuckled.

"Look we don't have any time," Clarabelle looking at the timer at the bottom middle of her screen. "The demon will be waking up in a few minutes so you better hurry up before it's too late."

"So I have to use my super speed and invisibility to run through the woods," Cressida said.

"Look you have been walking through the woods of Rock Creek Park for about an hour," Clarabelle said. "And it's a long walk and I'm bored, anxious, and worried all at the same time. That's why you have to use your powers.

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"Then when why won't you just tell me?" Cressida asked.

Clarabelle suddenly got shocked when she got asked that question.

She's in shocked because her best friend is supposed to be super smart.

"Cressida why did you ask me that question?" She said as she's in disbelief.

"Why did you just ask that question? Don't you supposed to be super intelligent? And yeah," she nodded. "You're supposed to be."

Cressida sighs once again. "Look girl I'm sorry," she said. "I was thinking about the first day of school tomorrow-" "You know what Cressida we don't have for this conversation because there's not enough time before-" "Yeah I know," Cressida said as she roll her eyes while being ashamed of herself. "I should have done this earlier-" "Yeah you should have done it earlier instead of just walking through the woods for about an hour. Look you don't have time. Actually let me say this better: we don't have much time so you better get your butt up there real fast and I'll better go watch the map and the timer to see how well did you run without getting hurt.

"Alright be quiet," Cressida said as she starts facing the woods. "I'll run faster and turn invisible. Just tell me when to stop okay."

Clarabelle took a pause. "Okay," she said.

Cressida her left foot back one step, bent down her right knee and flex her arms as she's ready to do a super speed run.

"Alright girl,” Clarabelle doesn't have any more patience. “Time is tick-" "Five," Cressida starts counting down while interrupting Clarabelle.

"Four. Three."

Clarabelle sighs as she's almost start to lose patience with her; she just want her to run without even counting down. "Cressida just go," she said.

But Cressida kept counting down. "Two. One." She then completely turned herself invisible and started running through the woods in super speed run.

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As she's been completely invisible, Cressida furiously runs through a lot of tree branches that usually get in the way in the woods of Rock Creek Park.

As she runs in invisible mode, the grass and the leaves that she stepped on never really picked up debris or even wind.

At the same time, Clarabelle continuously watches the blue human icon as it continues to move toward the red evil icon very quickly. Not only that, she also watches the white line that is next to the red icon to the left as well to see if the blue human icon is almost there closer to the white line....which it isn't yet; the map shows that the blue icon is almost moving into Ross Dr NW. But thank god she's paying attention.

"Cressida try speed run across another road," she told her.

"Okay," Cressida said while she's still running invisibly.

And so she did; she speed run across Ross Dr NW. She then jumped off the road and landed on the ground HARD with an earth shake. She continued running through another section of the woods.

Clarabelle is still glancing at the digital map on her computer screen watching the blue human icon getting faster and faster towards the white mark line. "Wow you must be speed running REAL FAST," she said to Cressida.

"Yeah I know," Cressida acknowledged it as she continuously run through the tree branches without any debris picked up. "Like I'm going really super fast."

When Clarabelle saw on the digital map that the blue human icon about to cross the white line, she knew that her best friend is almost there to Lonnie the Demon so she knew she had to stop her before the blue demon icon - which is Cressida - crosses the white mark. "Cressida stop!"

She shouted.

Cressida then heel down at the back of her two feet, slowly stopping her from running, again without picking up debris. Once she passed another tree branch, she stopped.

"Did you see a demon?" Clarabelle asked. "Did you see a demon that's snoring?"

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actually, very familiar. At least she's so invisible until that point that he didn't notice her...yet. "Yeah," she whispered to Clarabelle so that her voice won't wake him up. "I see the demon. That's Lonnie right?"

"Correct," Clarabelle said as she continues to glance at the digital map as she saw the blue human icon exactly on the white line. "Okay you know what to do right?"

"Yeah I'm gonna punch Lonnie in the back with my fruit punch fist," Cressida whispered.

"But wait I'm gonna tell you to become invisible again but this time slightly, not completely. That way, your invisibility still won't make him notice - and he cannot see you - but with the slight invisible mode, you'll be able to punch him physically."

"Okay I'll try the slight invisible mode right now," Cressida said before doing so. When she turn slightly invisible, she starts walking down toward Lonnie the Demon. This time her feet started picking up leaves as she walked by.

"Just be careful," Clarabelle said in a quiet tone.

"I know Clarabelle that's why I'm invisible and whispering at the same time," Cressida said. She almost gets close to the demon, who is still snoring.

"Alright I don't think he can hear me, right?" She asked.

"Yes Cressida," Clarabelle stressed. "The demon can hear you even when you're whispering so be quiet oh you'll gonna screw up."

But Cressida also knew that giving Lonnie one super hard knockout punch on his back would even wake him up; it would not effectively kill him right away but it would give him a very sore pain in the back. And she knows this. Either way, whether it's a punch or even a whisper, it can wake the demon up from sleeping and snoring. No matter what. But still, once again, even if Lonnie the Demon is smarter than the police, he is not smarter than Cressida.

"Oh I'm gonna screw up with this," Cressida said.

"Why?" Clarabelle asked.

"Because one punch may not be enough to kill this demon."

"Well then try using both fists to kill this evil idiot."

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"Oh um," Clarabelle caught off-guard when she asked that question, knowing that, again, her best friend is supposed to be super smart so why in the world is Cressida asking her question, she wondered. "Look punch him in the back right now," she told her.

"ALRIGHT FINE!" Cressida said loud and clear. By accident.

Lonnie the Demon wakes his eyes up suddenly.

At the same time, Clarabelle suddenly got panicked when she heard the sound of an alarm in vein of a bird chipping. "Cressida," she said. "You just fucking shouted."

"Uh yeah," Cressida said nervously as she watched Lonnie the Demon waking up.

"Okay Cressida now that you woke the fuck out of him, it's time to take responsibility...BY KICKING HIS ASS!" "Alright here I go," Cressida took a deep breath before she strikes a kung fu pose as she's ready to fight against Lonnie the Demon, who stands up strong and also strike a kung fu pose. "Oh go ahead Lonnie show me what you got."

"And how the fuck did you know my name sexy bitch?" Lonnie asked.

"None of your business ugly-ass bitch!" She then process to THROW A PUNCH IN MID-AIR SHOOTING BLUE BLASTS BALLS OF ENERGY from her knuckle fist towards him.

Lonnie tries to block the blasts by crossing his arms on his face. But the blasts are SO STRONG that they HIT HIM SENDING HIM FLYING MID-AIR and landed on the grass on his behind. He then barley gets up.

"Nice one huh," he responded. "Bet my blast attack will HIT YOURS TOO!" As he quickly runs back, he moves his body slightly towards the right and hold both hands mid-air like a circle, forming his own BLUE ENERGY BALL OF BLAST ready to hit her.

"Oh go ahead," Cressida said with a smirk on her face. "Try and hit me with your fucking lame ball of blast, which is not gonna work."

"Oh sure it well," Tummy said with a smirk on his face as well. "My ball of blast will knock your ass hard to death."

"Oh you think so?" She asked while folding her arms.

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"Well we'll see about that if you just throw it to me right now instead of monologuing?"

"Okay alright already," he then THROW his BALL OF ENERGY BLAST towards her.

She then crossed her arms in front of her face to block the blast just like he did when her ball of blast head toward him. But this time, her arms immediately start to light up and when the ENERGY BALL OF BLAST hit her until her left off glowing arms and it EXPLODES INTO DUST! To Lonnie's surprise as he raised his eyebrows. "Holy fucking shit," he whispered to himself.

But Cressida could even hear his whisper with her SUPER-HUMAN HEARING. "Yeah holy fucking shit is right ugly-ass motherfucker!" She said as she uncross her arms, which are still glowing. "You think that your blasty ball will hit me in the face huh? Well you're wrong!"

"Well let me try it again," he said as he moves his body slightly to his right again, holding both of his hands in mid-air like a circle forming ANOTHER BALL OF ENERGY BLASTS floating in-between his hands and THROWS IT AGAIN, this time like a bowling ball.

As another energy ball heads towards her left feet, she LIGHTS IT UP and KICKS THE ENERGY BALL EXPLODING INTO ANOTHER ROUND OF DUST! To his surprise once again. "Wow you're good," he said with a smirk on his face.

"I'm ALREADY good...sir," she said. "You're just a guy who is messing with the wrong person."

"No you're NOT the wrong person I'm messing with!"

"How so?" She folded her folded arms. "Can you tell me any reason why?"

"Well I can give you a reason: you are the one who came here to disrupt my sleeping, spying on my business and would love to see me dead that's why I try to beat you up!" He then hold both hands open while placing against each other in the air and in the process, ANOTHER BALL OF ENERGY BLAST emerges out of his hands, this time with the color of RED "Hopefully this will get you killed," he said before THROWING IT towards her. Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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"Oh boy another lazy-ass powerful ball trying to come kill me," she said in a pathetic tone and with a smirk on her face. She then LIGHTS UP HER ENTIRE BODY SHIELDING HERSELF from his red energy ball and once it touches her, IT EXPLODES INTO DUST! Lonnie starts to react with frustration, frustrated that his energy balls won't work on her but she gets to hit him with her own energy ball.

"Shit," he responded.

"Yeah shit is right," Cressida said with a nod. "BECAUSE SHIT WILL HIT YOUR FAN!" She then walks quickly towards him with her LIGHT-UP BODY and she's getting ready to kill him. And then......

"I'll handle that super light-ass bitch!" Said someone behind her.

Cressida stopped and glanced over her shoulder to see who said it. She then see a very similar woman who she's searching for and who she fought against but got defeated. IT'S THE GODDESS OF WASHINGTON! To Cressida's surprise as The Goddess of Washington walk past her and approached around Lonnie the Demon, who is still a bit unconscious.

"Hey there idiot," The Goddess said to him as she bent down. "Is this chick bothering you?"

Cressida raised her eyebrows as she wonders if the demon is working for The Goddess.

"Yeah," Lonnie the Demon said.

"Well that's because you're an enemy who is causing trouble IN THE PARK!" The Goddess then LIGHTS UP HER RIGHT FIST ORANGE and THROWS A SUPER POWERFUL KNUCKLE PUNCH STRAIGHT DOWN ON HIS CHEST REAL HARD! Making him totally dead! Afterwards, she stands up while still staring at him.

"I have a question," Cressida said to her.

The Goddess look at him for two more seconds. "What," she said as she glanced back at Cressida.

"Why on earth that it's you who did the finishing and not me. I was the one who's beating him up but you didn't let me finish. Is it because you're better than me?"

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Cressida sighs. "Okay so how the fuck do I have to get the punch?" She asked.

"Well you just have to earn it."

"How just tell me how?"

"I can't tell you how."

"Why?" "Because you're a smart girl, Cressida. You should figure it out on your own. I'm not giving it to you."

"Because you're my enemy, right?"

The Goddess didn't say a word to respond to that question. Instead, she exchanged a smirk on her face implying that she is Cressida's enemy.

And as Cressida glances straight at The Goddess' face, she knew she have the right answer by looking at the look of that face. This is despite the fact The Goddess helped her finish the fight she just fought against.

"Fine," Cressida sighed. "You are my enemy."

"Anyway why the fuck are you doing here?" The Goddess asked as she folded her arms.

"Why the fuck am I doing here?" Cressida raise her eyebrow like as if The Goddess doesn't know what she's doing here.

"Uh yeah," The Goddess nodded.

"Can you figure that out?"

"Oh I really can figure that out: you're here to kick my bloody ass."

"Wow you're really smarter than me," Cressida then try THROWING A PUNCH at her. But she misses as The Goddess dodges. "I guess you have a super smart-ass brain."

The Goddess laughs off but Cressida didn't. "Yeah," The Goddess said.

"I have a smarter brain than yours. So are you smarter enough to kick my ass, Cressida?

"Oh yeah I'm smarter enough to do it!" Cressida shouted.

"Than show me," The Goddess said. "Show me what you got."

"Alright then. I will show you what I got." Cressida then GLOWS HER RIGHT FIST IN THE COLOR and THROWS AN EMERGING FIREBALL OUT OF HER GLOWING RIGHT FIST HEADING TOWARDS THE GODDESS! But The Goddess PUNCHES the fireball REAL HARD BURSTING INTO Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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FIRE DUST! Cressida then place both hands against each other in mid-air and push both front sides of them forward, creating A POWERFUL WHIRLWIND with SUCH FORCE EMERGING OUT OF HER HANDS! The Goddess then GLOWS BOTH ARMS, HANDS AND FISTS and crossed her arms in front of her face BLOCKING THE WHIRLWIND from Cressida.

Seeing it as no use, Cressida put her hands to her sides ceasing the whirlwind. She then hold both hands apart in mid-air creating BOTH BLUECOLORED ENERGY BALLS EMERGING OUT OF BOTH HANDS. She then place both hands against each other again, resulting the two energy balls COMBINING WITH EACH OTHER! She then leave THE ONE MERGED ENERGY BALL FLOATING IN THE AIR WHERE IT IS and then she SPIN-KICKS the ball aiming towards The Goddess.

But as the energy ball reached towards her, The Goddess holds her right hand in mid-air signaling a stop sign, FREEZES the ball as it went closer to her. She then SPIN-KICKS the ball REAL HARD aiming backward toward Cressida. So hard that Cressida doesn't have time to react so the ball HIT HER in the chest, sending her flying until she landed on the grass on her bottom not far away from where The Goddess is still standing.

Still feeling consciously strong, Cressida picked herself up from the ground. At the same time, The Goddess SPEEDS UP towards Cressida, meaning that Cressida doesn't have to run back toward her.

"Nice try bitch but you no way smarter enough to try and defeat me," The Goddess said. "Alright fine I'm not smart enough," Cressida sighed. "Anyway what brings you here since you decide to approach me yourself rather than waiting for me to approach you and how the hell did you know I'm standing in the park?"

"Cressida, I have a supervision," The Goddess said. "I can see you far away from my home and I want to meet up with you before you even come and attack me."

"Why did you even decided to do that?" Cressida got confused. "What is the reason? What is the motive?"

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"The Washington Harbor at Georgetown?"

"Yeah."

"Well what about it? You already kicked my freaking ass and my BF's too."

"Yeah I kicked both of your asses but I was trying to express my anger alone and you two making it worse so that's why I had to kick both of your asses!"

Cressida then exchanged a confused look on her face. "So you're not an evil girl then?" She asked.

The Goddess chuckles.

"Of course...," but then The Goddess stopped chuckling and went lost.

"Well...maybe, maybe not."

Cressida kiss her teeth in frustration. "Well then who in the world are you?" She asked.

"I'm...basically a good-ass girl who...sometimes do bad things," The Goddess said calmly.

"So hurting the residents and defeat both me and my BF were 'bad things' to you?"

"Oh absolutely," The Goddess nodded. “I don't think you do cool and awesome things then I do.”

Cressida quickly raised her eyebrows as they shocked. “Wh...what?!”

She reacted with shock. “Excuse me?”

The Goddess nods acting like she's telling the truth.

“Like what?” Cressida asked.

“Like...you don't run faster than me.”

“Okay well guess what you can do cool and awesome things,” Cressida said. “But I...can do cool and awesome things BETTER, WAY BETTER than you.”

“Really?”

“Yes really. I can kick your ass right now that's the coolest and the most awesome thing to do because you're in the Georgetown Waterfront Park hurting residents and visitors in your path-” "I was just releasing my anger and frustration about my time in the workplace and getting me fired." © 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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“Well why did you kicked me and my BF's ass? What was that for?”

“Because you two are in my way and interfering with my anger.”

"Well...can you explain it to me?" Cressida starts to feel calm as she starts to understand what The Goddess is going through.

The Goddess then explain...

Cressida reacted with shock. "Oh my god," she said as she try to sympathize with The Goddess. "I hope that you're okay."

The Goddess sighed. "Yeah I hope so," she said. "But I also REALLY hope that those idiots at the workplace and the world will learn their BIG-ASS lesson.

Cressida frowned. "What did you mean?" She asked.

"Well here's this idea," The Goddess start rubbing both of her hands slowly. "I'm gonna use my superpower to reversal the roles of gender. That's right, every male and female of this planet....will become the complete opposites of each other."

Cressida quickly raised her eyebrows. "WHAT?!" She reacted.

"That's right Cressida once I use my superpower, women are going to take over leadership and the power while men are going to take over the weak. That means that women are going to take over leadership and big roles while men are going to be cooking and cleaning."

"And what about you?" Cressida turned angry again.

"Can you take an educated guess?"

"Oh I will take an educated guess: you'll be sitting your big muscle butt at home doing whatever the hell you want."

"You guessed that correctly."

"Why?" "Because I'm sick and tired of losing control, I'm sick and tired of being hurt, I'm sick and tired of feeling pain and I'm sick and tired of this society TODAY. I want women are going to be fat and proud while men are going to be average and skinny. And proud. Or the other around either way."

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“That's totally bullshit,” The Goddess shook her head.

“That's bullshit?”

“Well what do you think every women should be in terms of body look?” The Goddess asked.

“I think every women should be buff and muscular,” Cressida said.

The Goddess burst out laughing. “C'mon there's absolutely no way that women should be buff,” she said. “You don't have the superpower to do that but I have the superpower that can turn people into their average bodies and reverse the genders around.”

"Well what's your superpower you're using?" Cressida folded her arms again.

"I cannot tell you."

"Why?" "Because it's a secret."

"And why it is a secret?"

The Goddess sighed again. "Oh Cressida you can't figure it out how to stop being nosey into people's business," she said.

"Okay first of all I'm not nosey," Cressida defended. "I just want to know what are you trying to do and to be honest I don't think what you trying to do make your life a lot better."

"Really?" The Goddess didn't believe what Cressida said. "Well what do you think it's the best idea for my response?"

"Well how about this," Cressida said. "How about telling people to say 'I'm sorry' and you offer forgiveness to all of the people who'll apologize to you. How that sound?" Cressida is giving The Goddess a better idea; in other words, Cressida is making a peaceful agreement with The Goddess. But will The Goddess ever agree to that agreement?

Given the look on her face, it seems that The Goddess won't be willing to agree with that agreement. "LAME!" The Goddess answered.

"ABSOLUTELY FUCKING LAME!" "You think that's lame?" Cressida asked.

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then huh?" She said. "Do you?"

The Goddess kiss her teeth. "Shut up," she said before she SUPER SMACK Cressida IN THE CHEST sending her flying again and landed on her buttock on the grass. The Goddess then LEAP HIGH and CHARGE HER LEFT FIST aiming toward Cressida as that girl starts to pick herself up again.

And when Cressida saw that The Goddess is coming closer to punch her again, she STRIKES HER BRIGHT RIGHT ARM UP to BLOCK THE GODDESS' LEFT FIST from hitting her, instead pauses The Goddess in that position in the air. Then Cressida, breathing heavily, looks down at her chest and found a BIG CUT on the middle of her chest. She then looks back up and glanced back at The Goddess and SUPER SMACK HER BACK WITH HER OWN LEFT FIST, sending The Goddess STRAIGHT FLYING WAY HIGH! Cressida then watch her going up in the sky, almost never seen her again....until The Goddess LANDS DOWN REAL FAST and then....

CRAAASHED! The Goddess crashed into the grass SUPER HARD, resulting in a GIANTASS SINKHOLE in the grass emerging while SHAKING THE EARTH at the same time. Cressida moves back to avoid falling into the hole while holding her bruised chest with her right hand. When the sinkhole stopped, Cressida takes a look at the sinkhole.

"Um...The Goddess of Washington?" She called, wondering if the supposedly ultimate powerful woman - who thought to be unable to beat unfold Cressida came in - is actually alright, which makes Cressida a bit weird but she wants to make if The Goddess is alright. "Are you okay?"

No answer...even for more than a few seconds, kinda a bit surprising considering that The Goddess has super human hearing. "Hello?" It seems like The Goddess is actually dead. Maybe Cressida's super powerful fist might have killed her. Almost. Cressida then started to hear something flying in the sky, she looks up to see what the sound coming from.

"HEY!" Someone's familiar voice said.

Cressida is still trying to look up.

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Goddess of Washington FLOATING in mid-air in the middle of the sinkhole with her SPREADING ANGEL-LIKE WINGS JUST GROWN from her MUSCLED BACK! Though, Cressida can see The Goddess' chest blooded and bruised like hers but her cut was a bit bigger than Cressida's. But still she managed to regain consciousness even with her bloody cut.

"Wow it's very good to hear someone is worry about me," The Goddess said. "Even if it's my opponent."

"Wait? My opponent?"

"Shut up Cressida!" The Goddess then sighs again. "Anyway no more fighting for me. I'll go back to my house."

Cressida didn't say anything back to her or even take another punch or kick at her. Instead, she watches The Goddess start fly forward, this time passing Cressida.

But then The Goddess stopped and she suddenly move toward her, but not for a defeating move. "Here let me kiss that cut for you," she said to Cressida.

"Oh no," Cressida said as she shook her head while still holding her cut.

"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine."

"Oh...okay." The Goddess then leaves and fly past by.

"Cressida are you okay?" Clarabelle asked on Cressida's earpiece.

"Clarabelle...I'm okay. I just having my chest injury, that's all."

"Want me to take care of your injury or do you want to take care of it yourself?"

Cressida thought about it for a moment. "I would go to my guy best friend to see if he’s willingly enough to take care of it."

Clarabelle knew immediately that it's me, Diarumid, that Cressida talking about. Clarabelle didn't have to say my name to her. "Go ahead girl and see what he has in store for you and your injury," she said. "You know he’s also my guy best friend as well.”

“I know. We’re so DAMN close to him and he’s so DAMN close to us.”

“Yep, you’re right. I think he would take care of you."

"Well I'm off," Cressida then runs around the sinkhole and start heading out of Rock Creek Park.

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Chapter 36 Back at my house that same night and less than hours after I left The National Mall, I was on the phone with my male best friend Birchard who called to check on me. We are on a conversation about what just happened between me and Flossie.

"Who is this girl Flossie?" Birchard asked me.

"Um she's one of my friends," I said while I was holding my smartphone on my right ear. "In fact with the exception of you Birchard, all of my friends are girls."

"Wait you have been hanging out with girls?"

"Yeah but I'm more a befriender, befriending girls rather than-" "Dating them?"

"Yeah I rather prefer making friends with girls than attracting them or flirting with them. And I didn't even attract Flossie at her; it was the opposite, she came at me first at the hallway after she got distracted by...my body at all."

"So it was Flossie who first met you."

"Yeah and it's a long story. But basically Flossie is a smart and powerful girl who can...master all of the quiz questions correctly or beat a bunch of evil people in their faces. She's so tough, she actually defeated me on the quiz show round. And I initially-" "Wait a girl defeat you in a quiz show?"

"Yeah. It was the round to get to the actual taping of the show."

"No wonder girls are smarter than us."

"I know."

"Did you feel like you wanna rematch?"

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to realize the mistakes that you made before thinking about going up against a girl (or even a boy) again and try not to act (or react) like if it's fair or not.

Most of the time, people won for an understandable reason; in this case the reason why Flossie had beat me was because she sees a vision that I would fluke the team has I got into her place instead. And unfortunately she happened to be right about; I wasn't really prepared that much to go make it to the final round. Not that she's smarter than me but you know..."

"That's understandable."

"Afterwards, Flossie asked me to talk a walk with me and she visited me at my house."

"She did?"

"Yeah she knew that I was struggling so she came over at my house and help me figure out my homework. Oh, I take off my shirt and reveal my man boobs to her and I explain how much I'm proud of them and quite frankly, she understands that I'm a champion of all body types."

"See I knew you could embrace your man boobs like a man. Just keep it up." PAGE Line "Okay."

"So Flossie is helping you figure out homework every now and then?"

"Not just homework Birchard, but also classwork." I then sighed. "I hate to say this Birchard, but Flossie is much better person than Cressida."

"Who's Cressida?"

"She's her enemy...or her friend...or... Maybe Cressida's frenemy whatever you call it. I don't know."

"But wait is Cressida your friend as well?"

"Look I just told you almost all of my friends are girls."

"Yeah but you said that Cressida and Flossie are frenemies to each other so-" "You probably mean if either of them are my girlfriend the most?"

"Yeah that's about it."

"Well...while they might hate each other...," I paused for a moment realizing that maybe there's something going on between the two girls but I wouldn't believe it...at first. "I don't necessarily think they're fighting over me. At least I'm a good person from a behavior point and a struggling person Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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from an intelligent point. All I can say is that I really like to thank Flossie for helping me out and wish Cressida could do the same."

"Are you concerned that this could get intense?"

Before I answer this question, I hear a sound. A sound getting closer to me. A sound of someone climbing up the house near my room. I then glanced at the window...and there's nothing there. But a few seconds later, I saw a hand touched the window. Then I saw the other hand come over the window touching the wall above it, reveling a muscular arm.

"Hold on Birchard there's something-" I paused to saw a familiar face pop up. I raised my eyebrows as I know who that familiar face is.

"Just hold on," I said to him before quickly move my smartphone away from my ear and place it on my bed. "CRESSIDA!" I got off of my bed and went toward the window. I unlock the top before I opened the window.

"What's going on?" But then I caught a glimpse of her chest. Seeing that she's injured.... "Oh my god are you okay?!" I asked with a genuinely worried look on my face.

"Yeah I'm fine," she said as she placed both hands on the opened edges of the window carefully. "I wondered if you have a pack of bandages because I have a big-ass boo-boo on my chest."

"Here," I gave her my right hand. "Let me give you hand."

She grabbed my right hand with her left hand and...WOW! I can feel the weight of her body.

"God you so fucking heavy girl," I said as I pulled her inside through the open window.

"Yeah because I'm very buff," she said as she climbing in while her right arm got pulled. "Super-ass buff I should say."

With her last foot got out of the window, I finally got her inside laying on the ground. I let go as she proceeds to pick herself up. From a glance, it seem like she had a big cut and I can see her right hand covered with blood through, not completely - but the cut stopped bleeding. Nevertheless, I still have to put bandage on her "boo-boo" whatever she calls it and I have to get some wipes to wipe the blood out of her chest cut and her bloody right hand.

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"Yeah what just happened Diarumid?" Birchard said.

"Listen it's an emergency. Cressida's here and I think there are things on here that I need to take care on so I have to go."

"Okay well do take of her then."

"Thank you and I will take care of you too."

"Thanks."

"Anyway gotta go bye. We'll talk more tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow Diarumid."

"Try bring Fartfighter with you so you don't fart in class. Got it?"

"I got it."

I than hang up the phone and dropped it on the bed. "Can you stay there keep holding the cut with your hand?" I asked Cressida.

"Yeah I can do that," she said with a nod.

"Okay be right back." I walked out of my room and I went into the bathroom. I opened the bathroom closet and take out one pack of band-aid, a bottle of wipes, and a roll of hand towel. I hold the bottle of wipes on my left arm pressing against my left side of my chest, the pack of band-aid on my left hand and the roll of hand towel on my right arm pressing against my right side of my chest all before heading out of the bathroom. I then head back to my bedroom with those things before placing them down on the carpet.

"Oh good," Cressida sighed. "Thank god I came to the right place."

"You can say that again," I said as I grab the bottle of wipes from the carpet with my right hand. I open the lid and take out a wipe and start wiping the blood off of her right hand while holding her right wrist with my left hand. "I'm guessing that you got into a fight?" I glanced up at her with a questionable look on my face.

"A big one," she said.

"With The Goddess of Washington?" I guessed with certainty.

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really hard in the chest and I hit her back really hard in the chest and we both have big-ass boo-boos and...," she breaths heavily. I took a hand towel to cover the bloody wipe and roll them like a ball. I then take another hand towel to dry off her hand. As I'm doing this, I continue to listen what happened with Cressida.

"At one point I knocked out The Goddess dead...," she continued. "...and I actually wondered that if she's okay...which is weird giving that she's the villain. But she turned out to be alive and fly fucking away from me.

That's what happened."

I then take out another wipe and carefully, carefully place towards her injured chest. "So that fight result in that cut," I said without looking at her.

"It's boo-boo," she trying to correct me.

I paused and glanced up at her in a little annoyance at that term. "Booboo is a childish word," I said. "Grow up, you're a big girl now."

"Okay I guess 'boo-boo' isn't an appropriate term for a grownup girl with an injury," she sighed. "I sincerely apologize to you if that's annoying."

I took a deep breath. "Apology accepted," I said before I continue carefully wiping the little blood off of her injured chest.

Once the leftover blood is off of her chest, I take a hand towel to cover another bloody wipe and crumble it like a ball. Afterwards, I grab the bandaid package with my right hand, open the package and took out a band-aid. I then carefully place the band-aid on her chest.

"There," I said. "How does that feel?"

She glanced down at her chest that is covered with bandage. She sighed with satisfaction. "I feel much better," she said. "Well that's enough now I gotta go now," she said.

"Wait aren't you gonna stay here with me?" I asked, wondering if she's only here for the cure.

She stopped and turned slightly back around and looked at me. "Why do you ask?"

"Sooo we can spend some time talking to each other in bed. Can you tell me the reason why are you leaving?"

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I then sighed. I sighed because she would have the time to get together with me but I feel frustrated when that kind of opportunity arise at her unfortunate time. That's how I feel about her. Slightly.

But then, after looking at my disappointment face, she had a thought for a moment. I guess my disappointment face made her think actually about whether she could spend some time with me and could actually get home on time with her super speed...in a matter of seconds.

"I only have a half-hour," she said. "Which means thirty minutes."

"Oh good," I sighed for relief.

"Maybe- can we lie down or sit? Which one?" She asked.

I glanced at my bed. "How about we should sit down instead," I suggested. "I could bring a glass of fresh water for you to cool your buff body down."

Her eyes glanced up as she thinks about it.

"Okay," she said as she then turned around fully and sat down on my bed.

A minute later, I gave her that glass of water. (The water came from the Fresh sink and it's controlled by the Baltimore-Washington Water Company, which controls all of the water supply of Baltimore-Washington.)

"Here you go," I said.

"Thanks," she said as she softly takes it.

I then sat down on my bed beside her. "So what made you to go on a rematch with The Goddess?" I asked Cressida.

She takes a moment to think about what she's gonna say.

"Do you think that your loss was the reason to go and beat the crap out of her?"

She took a deep breath before explaining to me. "Maybe," she said.

"Did she get a cut too?"

She paused. "Yeah." She nodded. "Here's the reason: When I got my ass handed to me by The Goddess, I feel like...I feel like it isn't really over...until I beat the crap out of her like you said. But...," she shakes her head like she can't believe it. "...I just feel like a wimp. I feel like I wasn't strong enough to defend my and your BF Clarabelle and myself and defeat her. I was strong enough to punch her in the chest but wasn't strong enough Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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to clump her. To explain this situation: she was actually angry about something and she's releasing her anger about it. But she's doing it in front of the public. Not only that she's messing with the wrong people and I thought she was an evil chick when I met her. But then she want both me and her to make a deal but it's difficult. She want to use some kind of power to reverse the roles of gender after she experience what she has going through in her life. And I wouldn't agree because I saw it as an evil plan and I don't want it to happen. And since we couldn't reach a deal, we start fighting each other again...and...we injured ourselves. It's like we both loss. To me, I feel like I'm a person who doesn't EVERYTHING in my power to defeat her.

And she's a person who has EVERYTHING in her power to defeat me as she wants. I think that's she wants to believe. Yes, I make mistakes but...I just don't want to lose. I just don't want to lose at all. I don't think I deserve to get my ass kicked by that...ugly-ass bitch. I knew The Goddess of Washington is the most powerful woman in the world but I also believe that I'm also the most powerful woman in the world. And I truly believe so. Once I recovered from the last fight, I think I have the strength this time when I gone on a rematch with her. And I almost felt like I actually won this time. But then I quickly realized what went wrong. I quickly realized what did I wrong to her.

At first, I feel like oh she's dead I have to celebrate. But at the same time, I'm wondering what she'll react if I won. Again, I feel like I'm a wimp. I feel like I never gonna win and I feel like I never gonna save the world ever again.

Maybe I'll just let the world die...until I suddenly figure what kind of 'power' she has."

Those words sink me to the bottom of my heart, worrying the world would never be the same if The Goddess' evil plan comes through. I need Cressida to rise up and find the strength again and maybe find a way to beat her if The Goddess ignores the alternate way completely and instead proceed with her plans. Maybe I could talk her to negotiate in a better way with The Goddess if she and The Goddess wants to.

"Cressida," I told said to her. "There are many times when heroes like you lost a battle. Do they quit?"

She slowly shaking her head. "No," she said.

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middle of a good vs. evil fight and in the crossfire...and they would gonna be the losers. They're gonna be in danger. So no, heroes don't quit. They don't quit when they lose a battle. They don't quit when they got beaten up. They don't quit when they got defeated by the enemy. In fact, they actually never quit. They keep fighting. They keep fighting to protect the world. They keep fighting to defend themselves. They keep fighting...the enemy as long until the enemy dies. And when the enemy dies, they win. But will they quit after they won?" I shook my head. "No. They'll keep fighting. And they'll keep on fighting if there are more enemies coming. However there are situations where the heroes and the villains have come to a win-win solution. And that turn into mutual agreements. In some cases to them, there are better ways to settle this without fighting each other. Sure they fight, but they fight different. Instead of fighting in a physical way, they fight for an agreement...an agreement that both parties share. That way, the two solves a problem without defeating each other to death. That way, they both won.

It's called a win-win. If the villain don't want to co-operate and instead focusing on destroying the world, the heroes have to do what they have to do: protecting the world, defending the population. Now The Goddess may think you don't have the power to do cool and awesome things. But I think...I really think that The Goddess is wrong. I really think that The Goddess is wrong in every level. I think that you have the power to do cool and awesome things. I really do. But...I also think you're wrong too. While I don't agree with her 'reverse the genders' plan either, I don't agree with the fact that every women should be buff. Yes I love buff women. No, I don't want to see the entire population of women to be buff. I love women and men of all kinds of their bodies. That's what I keep talking to her and several other people as well. The thing is not every women should have their bodies the same as you and not every women should have their bodies the same as hers either. I don't agree with her plan to turn every women to be fat and proud and every men to be average and skinny. That's why I'm fighting for body positively and gender equality. So in this case of lose-lose situation with her, I suggest you two could make a compromise before you two even think about fighting with each other because if you do that then everything around the both of you will destroy everything in its path and I don't want Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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this happen. I think...I really think that The Goddess should learn a lesson.

And you should too. That a mutual win-win agreement would be the best solution for both of you and the world. I think The Goddess will eventually starts to come to her sense that being that powerful evil woman is not gonna work and you have the power to get through to her because she can't be that person forever. Because here's the thing: NEITHER of you don't have EVERYTHING in both of powers to defeat each other and if you try defeating each other once again...both of you will be dead. Both of you could slap some sense with each other. That way, the world will be saved. Is that far?"

Cressida starts to nod, agreeing with me. "Yeah," she said. "That's fair. I could slap some sense with her. If not, I'll kick her ass before it's too late."

"Thank you. Thank you for actually not giving up." I smiled at her because I'm proud of her.

She smiled at me back, knowing that she impressed me and ease off my concerns.

I sighed. "Okay The Goddess says she has the power," I said. "Can you tell me what power she has?"

"I don't know," she said. "She didn't tell me."

"Did you know the location where she's planning to do?"

"It's Rock Creek Park."

"In which section?"

She paused for a few seconds to try and remember. "I have no clue," she said with a head shake.

I then glanced up front and away from her, thinking I should have an emergency meeting. "I'll contact Clarabelle, Flossie and Angelica so we can get together to process this; I think Clarabelle may have the answers."

"Yeah she has a super smart computer," Cressida.

"Well let's get together to figure out how to stop her."

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Chapter 37 The next morning, before I assemble the team, I sat down on the picnic table next to Birchard whose left hand comes over my shoulders. We were talking about The Goddess of Washington and her plans. He never heard of her until now when I just told him about her. And he couldn't believe what she's planning to do.

"So wait," Birchard said. "She's gonna do the opposites of the genders?"

"Yep," I nodded.

"Well how can she do that?" Birchard asked.

"She'll use some kind of power, she didn't tell what it is." I said.

"Alright I could take a good educated guess on this one: maybe that power could be something that they stole?"

"Maybe Birchard," but then I stopped think if it's something familiar was it. "I just don't know whether it's Cressida's stolen smartphone was the power."

"Maybe. Are any of your girl best friends gonna kick her ass? Because she seemed to be pretty dangerous to defeat."

"I talk Cressida into negotiating since they want the alternative way."

"Well...if this is the best way then the two would have to work together.

Anyway how your girl best friends doing?"

"They're doing pretty well. Angelica is doing pretty well with her comic book knowledge; Clarabelle is doing well with computers; Flossie is doing well with her brawn and Cressida is doing well with um....being a better person."

"Hmm...," Birchard said with some skepticism. "You think Cressida is overcoming her mistakes?" He actually didn't met her or any of my other friends. And he only know about her through the last phone call with me.

And even I wasn't sure about Cressida even after I talked some sense with her. But nevertheless, I'm confident that Cressida will finally overcome her mistakes and get where she needs to be. "I hope so," I said.

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"Yeah I'll tell her."

"Thanks."

We went quiet for a few seconds.

Suddenly, the bell rings.

"I have to go to English class this first period," he continued.

"Alright," I said. "Are you coming to the meeting with my friends at lunch?"

"I would love to Diarumid," he said as he puts on his backpack on his back with straps over his shoulders. "But I have lunch with the cheerleaders, so I'll probably would like to hear what you guys come up with to stop The Goddess the next time we see us."

"Alright no problem," I get up from my seat and start putting on my backpack. "I'll see you later."

"Yeah I'll see you later as well."

Less than a minute later when I went inside, I was almost on my way to the cafe when I stumbled across a group of boys bullying another boy.

Seeing this, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

"Hey what the hell are you guys doing to him?!" I asked while shouted at them.

"Shut up it's none of your business," Boy #1 said while keeping attacking the bullied boy.

I then quickly walked towards them. "It is!" I shouted as I shove the boys away from the bullied boy. "Get your fucking asses outta here! And pick someone at your own size." But then I realized that wasn't the right words to say to them. So instead I say this: "Actually, you know what, why can you just pick on...no one? No one at all? Why can you just pick no one at all? Okay." I then turned around to look at the bullied boy and sighed. "Are you okay?" I asked him nicely.

The bullied boy nodded, feeling a bit scared.

"Here," I reached for my lunch bag and pull something out of it. "Here's a cookie."

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slowly take it from me and start eating it. "Thank you," he said with his mouth full of cookie crumbs.

The boys stand there and watched while Ms. Kelly approached me and the bullied boy.

"That's very nice of you," Ms. Kelly said to me.

"Thanks," I said with a half-smile.

"I'll take care of this," she said as she turns around and takes him with her.

"Hey you!" Ms. Robinson shouted as she approached the boys. "Get outta here! Stop bullying people's ass!" She scared them so much that they walk away quickly. Afterwards, she then about face. "God what the fuck!"

She said.

Continuing from where Day 96 left off.

Just minutes after, I sat down with Cressida on the one side of the table behind the serving area while Flossie and Angelica sat on the other side of the table behind the entrance/exit. We're waiting for Clarabelle, who apparently is the leader, to show up.

"So um how's your day yesterday Flossie?" Cressida asked in a skeptical not-so-nice manner, knowing that Flossie has better days than her.

"Well my day is awesome Cressida," Flossie responded with arrogance and annoyance. "Thank you." She leave it there as she seems like she doesn't want to discuss what her day was like to Cressida since Cressida is an unlucky person who wants to stick into Flossie's business.

But Cressida wants to know about Flossie. She wants to hear the other side. "Well can you tell me what made your day awesome Flossie?" she asked.

"Uhh...nope."

"Why not?"

"Because it's none of your business," Flossie takes her apple off the table and takes a bite. "You're a girl who most of the time got bad times and bad days and you must figure out how to be a better person yourself.

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"Well yeah but I figure it out myself without anyone helping me, I told you that story last night."

Cressida immediately raised her eyebrows in shock. "So you actually have bad days in your life?" She asked.

Flossie sighs frustratedly. "Oh my god give me a fucking break," she said quietly while shaking her head.

"Hey guys!"

We then saw Clarabelle approaching towards us with her notebook on both of her hands. "Sorry I'm late," she said as she sat down beside Cressida and me. "I wasn't into a small intervention with my ugly-ass teacher."

"Well at least you're not always late like your BF over here," Flossie said to her, referring to Cressida.

"Well watch what happens when we start seeing your so-called perfect attendance," Clarabelle talkback. "If you start coming to school late or coming to class late, don't say nothing. Don't say nothing to us!"

"Hey hey hey just take a deep breath," I'm telling them to calm down without actually saying 'calm down'.

Clarabelle and Flossie start taking deep breath.

"Alright let Clarabelle do the talking," I said.

"Thank you. Well I have new information about this 'power' that The Goddess is using," Clarabelle explains. "According to my research - that includes research from my super smart computer - that power is in a form of a device. That device is made up of circuit board which is in turn made of metal and located on a board; a Liquid Crystal Display which is made of plastic, glass, liquid crystalline and mercury; and a battery, which is also a battery."

"I get it it's a smartphone," Flossie guessed.

"Exactly," Clarabelle nodded. "It's a smartphone. The power is a form of a smartphone. Yes, The Goddess is using a smartphone as a power. But it's not a regular smartphone. This smartphone contains an app that sends magic waves."

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Goddess of Washington IS USING HER SMARTPHONE AS THE POWER TO TURN EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THIS PLANET INTO HER BITCHES! But the rest of us were unaware of it.

"Um sorry to interrupt," Cressida said to Clarabelle. "But...," she paused herself as she tries to make sense of it.

"What's wrong?" Clarabelle asked.

I was thinking the same question as Clarabelle because I want to know what's been going through her mind.

After a few moments, Cressida then starts explaining.

"That's my smartphone," she said. She knows what she's talking about.

But we don't know what meant.

Flossie and Angelica started to chuckle as they think Cressida is clueless.

"What did you mean...your smartphone, Cressida?" Angelica asked.

"Yeah," Flossie said as she exchanged a confusing look on her face. "Did The Goddess stole your smartphone?"

"Well no...," Cressida got confused at herself. "Um...yes my smartphone was stolen and I haven't been given back."

"We know Cressida so what's your point?" Flossie asked. "Did The Goddess stole it from you?"

"Uh no she didn't," Cressida is starting to realize that Flossie didn't know who actually stole Cressida's smartphone. "So apparently you're not that smart on the culprit of my stolen smartphone. You always said that I'm not smarter than you are." It appears that Cressida is calling her out for being a hypocrite.

"Cressida don't get me started on this," Flossie said. "Don't go there."

Cressida glanced at her quietly while trying to make a point that she and Flossie are not exactly super smart; that they are only super smart on education - they're straight A students after all - but not on everything else.

And Flossie is trying to dispute that.

But Cressida didn't want to go there ask a question and instead told us who is the culprit. "It's Ms. Laurie," she told us. "The person who stole my smartphone."

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"See what I mean you're not smart on that one either," Cressida calls her out again.

"Do you hear me what I just said?" Flossie said with ignorance. "I don't want to go there with your stupid-ass 'who's smarter' game because I'm not playing it."

"I wasn't playing a game Flossie. I was pointing out a fact which is irony to what you said about me not thinking about-" Suddenly Cressida's talking got interrupted by someone over a PA system.

"Just a reminder lunch is almost in about ten minutes so please use your time wisely," the principal said.

All of us grown at that "reminder", even though the principal is right about that, meaning that we don't have time for argument and stuff.

"Alright I'll tell you something," Cressida said. "I don't know who is Ms. Laurie either. Happy now?"

"Okay whether or not Ms. Laurie is working for The Goddess remains to be seen," Clarabelle said. "But we must destroy that smartphone before it's too late."

"So we know The Goddess lives and works in Rock Creek Park," Angelica said to Clarabelle.

"But did you know exactly the location?"

"You mean which section of Rock Creek," Clarabelle said.

"Yeah."

"My computer identifies that The Goddess lives in a one-floor building near the road is."

"A one-floor building?" Angelica asked with skepticism.

Clarabelle nodded.

"Are you freaking kidding me?"

"No I'm not," Clarabelle shook her head. "The computer even describe the building as a one-level. It's big, but not as much."

Flossie and Angelica got confused and even Cressida and I got confused.

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Me, Cressida, Flossie and Angelica all slightly got up and move our heads closer to take a closer look at the drawings being drawn on the opened notebooks. Here on the drawings: the building has eight sides; four on the outside and four on the inside. In between them are two sides each with the front and back sides having a small square in-between. And around the four sides, there's nothing. It wasn't split into anything. So the building has eight sides (with four of them has a small square in-between) all around a big square with no splits. A big blank square.

From looking at it, Cressida quickly knows which section of this drawing will The Goddess do its operation.

"I think this is where The Goddess' main layer is," Cressida said while pointing a finger at the big square that is in the center of the building drawing.

"That correct you smart best friend," Clarabelle said. "She works at the layer in the big square room that is in the center of the building."

"Well what's the building called?" Flossie asked.

Cressida sighs frustratedly as Flossie keeps asking questions but she kept her composure.

"That's called building eight," Clarabelle said. "And apparently she doesn't live here. She lives in a house nearby. But this is where she works."

"I'm guessing we all have to be there by the time before The Goddess proceeds," Cressida said.

"Yes," Clarabelle said. "We have to be there before it's too late. Now we going to be at the building tonight because that's when she will begin her plans. First we'll be at my house for preparation before we go to that building," she then paused, acknowledging that she has an entirely different color of skin than the rest of us. "My mom and dad won't mind seeing you all there at my house," she continued. "At least they're nice and care about diversity. I guess I'm a token white girl."

We are glanced at each other and we start realizing the difference here.

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"Don't say you're the token white lady."

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It's like saying you don't belong here even though we're very close to you and we never say any negative words to you even Flossie - who has been a frenemy to your best friend (and also my best friend as well) - didn't say anything bad to you towards your color of skin. Right, Flossie?"

"Yeah," Flossie said with a nod.

"So regardless of your different color of skin, you're more than welcome to join us...unless you're some racist white lady."

"Oh no," Clarabelle said as she shakes her head. "I'm not really racist, never say anything racist and will fight racist white people...meaning that I have to only defend myself and not hurt that evil black chick."

"Double standards, girl," Angelica said.

"That's right, if you hit a black girl or even a black dude, you're immediately a racist," Flossie said."

"Yeah you're right," Clarabelle nodded.

Suddenly, the bell rings.

"Well remember what I said when we gonna stop The Goddess," she continued as we all get out of the table.

Seconds later, we exit out of the hallway.

"I want to know what's for lunch from the serving area," Flossie said.

Given that Flossie doesn't know anything about today's lunch, Cressida then glances back at Flossie once again as she exchanges a 'Really' look on her face, knowing that Flossie is a hypocrite. We stop walking as Cressida begins another argument with Flossie. And I whisper to myself 'oh boy here we go.'

"Again Cressida don't get me started," Flossie said. "I was just curious."

"Curious?"

"Cressida," I called her name. "Just because you guys are super smart doesn't mean you have to know every single thing of the planet at once.

Most of the time you just have to be curious about any of them or all of them, that's the way to get you to being super smart. Flossie knows this...and you should too."

"Tell her Diarumid," Flossie said.

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pointing fingers at Angelica and Clarabelle. "You all know almost everything thanks to curiosities but you can't have to know everything and all at once."

"He's right," Flossie adds. "Maybe you should be more curious instead of trying to study everything at once when you're at home."

I then sighed, hoping my words will prevent a fight or even an escalated argument between them as I don't want to see the two buff girls fight with no solution. And I want the two to stay focus on the plan without causing problems with each other and/or the rest of us.

"Can you guys stay focus on fighting back The Goddess and not fight each other like assholes?" I asked. "Please?"

Cressida and Flossie glanced at each other once again.

"I don't want to lose one or both of you out of the team," I added.

"Alright I've been you know a bit jealous because of what you call me that I'm not smart enough when in fact you're not smart enough either," Cressida apologized to Flossie.

Flossie sighs.

"That's okay," Flossie said.

"Thank you," I said before breathing a sigh of relief.

We then start walking again but to respective classes. In this case for me, I'm going to the Matter and Energy class. After that I head to the gym, where

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Chapter 38 Hours later, it's dismissal time. After a practice run for the main quiz show competition, Flossie and her teammates remain confident in themselves and each other that they win this. I just want to see what happens at the taping but I just want to make sure if they're ready for it.

After class is over and school's over, Flossie and I went out of the classroom and went into the hallway as we're leaving the school building.

"Wow I'm kinda impressed with y'all," I said to Flossie.

"Yeah," she said.

"Like you're answered all of them correctly."

"Exactly."

"Well you and your girl teammate did have to help your boy teammate out for several questions. Are you guys concerned about that?"

"Look Diarumid we are a team, okay," she's reassuring me. "We're working together, NOT individually. We gonna be depending on each other, not ourselves. We're going to be more than fine. We're going be fine."

We got out of the building a minute later.

"Alright I'll see you later," I said.

"Wait aren't you staying?" She asked. "Is your aunt picking you up?"

"Oh my mom said I could walk with one of my other best friends Birchard."

When she heard Birchard's name out of my mouth, Flossie clench her eyebrows like she never heard of his name before.

"He's sitting on a bench over there," I point my finger at him while showing it to her.

Flossie sighed.

"Well I have to be picked up by my mom for a meeting," she said. "I wish I could have time with him."

"Oh me and Birchard talk about you for a while so...and even Cressida and Clarabelle. And Angelica.

He wants to know you guys in person."

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Flossie's mom.

"Well gotta go," Flossie said with a wave.

"See y'all," I said back to her. "Don't forgot we have to stop The Goddess tonight."

"I heard," Flossie then went into her mom's car.

And soon as she leaves, I start walking towards Birchard, who place both arms and hands over on the top of the bench. "Hey there," I said to him.

"You asked me to walk with you for a day. Did you still want to?"

"Sure," he said as he got up from his seat. "I could walk up to your house."

"Okay."

Seconds later, me and Birchard are out of the school complex and walking on the sidewalk.

"Okay so let's talk about you being a cheerleader and been part of the cheerleading squad, how did you got there?"

"Well first of all I didn't come to cheerleading solely to meet girls that's what boys love, they meet girls in a romantic way - the reason I got cheerleading in the first place was because cheerleading is about love, heart, spirit, and support and I am a loving, heartwarming, spirited and supportive guy...even though I do get rough when society clashes with me. And cheerleading is not just about dancing and pom-pom shaking, like sure I would dance and shake my pom-poms. But I came to cheerleading because...I want to support the school, support the student body."

"And how did get in to be with the girls?" I asked in a questionable look on my face.

"And sure cheerleading with the girls is so much cool and so much fun to do, but I also want to see if other boys wanna have some cheerleaders without getting teased at because that would be fun and supportive of the school, I would love to see that."

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make a big-ass difference."

Me and Birchard glanced at each other for a few seconds. Until we heard someone coming towards us.

"HEY DIARUMID!" We then looked. It's Cressida, who is walking.

"I see you're talking to your guy friend right here," she said. "Can I introduce myself to him?"

"Sure," I said.

"Hi I'm Cressida. What's your name?"

"I'm Birchard.

They then shake hands.

"Nice to meet you," she said.

"Nice to meet you too," he said.

“So what you and Diarumid have been up to?”

“Um nothing,” I said. “We just had a talk before you arrived.”

Page 212: Diarumid, Birchard and Cressida talk 9:42am "So I heard that you're a male cheerleader in the squad," Cressida said to him. "I can take a good educated guess that the entire squad really likes you and your commitment to them and the school so much that they accept you to be part of them and they really accept having a male cheerleader into the squad."

"You're right girl," Birchard said. "The cheerleading squad doesn't mind having me cheerleading with them and all it takes for me to join them is my serious commitment to the squad and my serious support to the school as well as my seriously confidence and bravery to go cheer with the girls. And how did I handle it?"

"I think you handle that pretty well," I said. "Especially when I was at the orientation, remember?"

"Oh yeah I already told you that your words of kindness and encouragement made me feel much better about cheerleading," he said. "So Cressida I heard that you're having a hard time dealing with all of the problems you had to deal with."

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"Listen Cressida, the rest of the human beings on the planet have problems too." He then walked up closer to her. "They can use their brain on how to solve a problem. If someone's a problem, then that person probably gonna figure how to understand the reasons why they see that person as their problem and then that same person had to figure it out how to stop being a problem and change himself or herself. If that same person done that, everyone will be cooled off and relaxed and get along with him or her.

If he or she doesn't want to cooperate, then people will leave that person. If that same person continues to persist or continues to be a problem, then other people have to figure this out on your own. If something's a problem, whether it's traffic, a credit card theft, a driver's permit at the D.C. DMV, a social security problem, paying with the bills, car troubles, health problems, then he or she or they have to deal with it. People who dealing with all of this takes these matters on their own matters. Don't worry, you'll figure it out your problems just like everybody else figure it out their problems. And when your problems are solved, you have nothing to worry about.”

“Thanks Birchard,” Cressida said.

“You're welcome.”

Suddenly The Goddess of Washington appears OUT OF NOWHERE in front of us. Though she didn't came out here with magic, she just SPEEDS RIGHT IN! When speed approached, she didn't smile but frowned. Her sudden appearance have shocked us.

"Hello there how are you?" The Goddess asked while sounding pathetically.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Cressida asked.

"What the fuck am I doing here?" The Goddess said like she's pissed off.

"This really shows that you're not smart enough to think what I'm about to do."

To my surprise, The Goddess grabbed my arm, TAKING ME AWAY from two of my friends Birchard gasps. "Holy shit," he reacted with his eyebrows raised.

"Wait really?" Cressida asked in a shockingly disbelief tone.

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maybe you should start thinking about getting to know me earlier before beating the fucking crap out of me but it's too late gotta go," she said without even a pause in her sentence. She then SPEEDS AWAY! Birchard and Cressida looked each other. He looks in slight horror while she's been confused and unhappy.

"Do you know anything about her?" He asked as he want to know about The Goddess.

"Yeah," Cressida nods while breathing heavily. "Me and my other best friend Clarabelle first met her when we're riding her bike." She explain the story to him.

"So you and your girls have to stop her tonight?" He asked.

"Yeah."

"You mean by tonight."

"Huh?" She got confused.

"What are you gonna do about big girl? Do you have super speed?"

"Well yeah but I don't think I'm faster than her. Face it, Birchard I don't think me and my team will be able to stop her."

"Oh c'mon Cressida don't say that," he said, not wanting her to give up or even forfeit on stopping The Goddess, otherwise known as the ugly-ass bitch.

"And why not?" She asked in a questionable tone.

"Because not doing so would meant the whole world would become her world instead. Because not doing so would meant letting your friends down and yourself down. Because not doing so would make you an idiot.

Because not doing so would make the world suffer."

His words are starting to hit her in the heart and he's starting to get through to her. She starts calming down as she listens to him.

"I'll say something," he continues. "There's no way you can give up. The world is at stake, it's just that nobody else knows it...only you and your friends knows. And the fate of the world in your and your friends' hands.

And I don't want you guys lose it or get your hands get in the way of The Goddess." He then sighed. "There are many people - who wants to fight the evil enemy and who wants to protect the people and who wants to save the world - that got their ass-kicked by a bunch of losers who simply trying to get Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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their hands of the world. And those same heroes thought they would quit...until they realize that quitting is not really option because if they quit, the villains will succeed their plans and everyone and the world would turn on them or if they quit, the whole world will get in the hands of the evil side.

And those heroes got that realization that motivate them back into gear because caring about the world is important more than just failing to stop a villain. They don't want to lose a gazillions of people to death or taken over by the enemy. They want to protect them from the enemy and they want to protect the world. And I want you to be one of them. Is it okay if I can touch your shoulders?"

"Sure," she said.

He then touch her shoulders with both hands. "I want you to care about the world," he said. "I want you to care about the human population of this planet. I want you to step up the plate. And I want you to...rescue our friend Diarumid, stop the villain The Goddess, save the world and...become a better person."

Cressida starts to smile.

"I want you to not give up," he continued. "I want you to not forfeit. I want you to not quit. And I really think your friends are gonna need you and trust me, they would love to work together with you to save the world."

She then took a deep breath. "Thanks Birchard," she said. "Thank you for the most awesome words that would encourage me to boost my bubble and get myself together as well as getting my friends together because...there's a world that I need to save."

"Now that's what I'm talking about," he said.

"Alright I'm off to my best friend's house," she then started to walk past him.

"Can I come?" He asked as he glanced over his shoulder at her.

She stopped and turned slightly around to glance at him. "Sure why not?" She said. "You can come."

"Alright!" He smiles and starts walking with her. "Thanks!"

"You're welcome!"

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Chapter 39 "Where's Cressida?" Flossie asked Clarabelle. "Is she coming?"

Flossie went to Clarabelle's bedroom with Angelica. They were standing in the doorway when they first approached.

Clarabelle is sitting down at her computer desk. "Um she's coming right here shortly," she said with a mean attitude at Flossie, knowing that Flossie and Cressida were at each other's throats.

"Okay," Flossie said with a 'minding her own business' attitude. "Well I know Diarumid is coming so-" "Wait," Clarabelle jumped out of her seat. "How did you know Diarumid's coming while at the same time wondering if Cressida is coming?"

Flossie and Angelica enters the room, "Well I guess-" Flossie tried to explain.

"I guess you're losing some of your brain power," Clarabelle folded her arms.

Flossie kiss her teeth. "Clarabelle you gotta be kidding me," she said. "I know almost every subject."

"Almost?" Clarabelle asked with skepticism.

"Okay listen I don't think you know almost every subject either."

"Oh please don't get me started on this."

"And you don't get me started on this either."

For the next few seconds, there's dead silence while the two stare at each other. But then the silence was broken when suddenly two more friends join in but one of them is not who the girls are familiar with.

"Hey guys," Cressida said as she walks in with Birchard.

"Well who's that?" Angelica asked.

"I'm Birchard," he said. "I'm here to get all of you guys together. Let's not argue. Let's get down to business." He then sat down on top of the draw and behind a window.

"He's Diarumid's guy best friend," Cressida said.

"Whoa wait what happened to Diarumid?" Clarabelle asked.

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been kidnapped."

"WHAT?!" Clarabelle, Flossie and Angelica shouted together.

"By The Goddess of Washington, right?" Flossie asked.

"Yeah," Birchard said. "I was walking with him and then Cressida steps by and talking with us when The Goddess just came out of nowhere and take him."

"Did you know where she take him?" Clarabelle asked.

Before an answer from either Cressida or Birchard, they hear a beeping sound from Clarabelle's super smart computer. They all glanced at the computer screen, which featured a map of that same building that Clarabelle drew out of on her notebook. They all gathered together to see what the computer is showing with Clarabelle back on the seat and Cressida and Birchard in-between her while Flossie and Angelica stand behind as close as they can to see the screen. On the map, there's an orange dot flashing on the left section of the map.

"Is that where The Goddess of Washington is?" Birchard asked.

Clarabelle place her right hand on the mouse, then move the courser towards the flashing orange dot and click it. Afterwards, the info showed up besides that dot and it indicates someone they know is at the building. It's me, Diarumid.

"Diarumid," they all said.

"He's at the building," Flossie said.

"Is The Goddess with him?" Angelica asked.

Then they hear another sound and saw another flashing dot at the same time. That dot is colored red, indicating a villain. But it's dark red, meaning that it could be the villain they're looking for.

"I believe it's The Goddess," Flossie said.

Clarabelle move the courser towards that dot and click it. Afterwards the name appeared beside the dot, which confirms Flossie's belief.

"Flossie I don't like to say this but you're definitely right," Clarabelle said.

"So The Goddess leaves him there," Angelica said.

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"Correct. The two dots are even showed on the same map."

"I hoping her 'friends' didn't showed up," Flossie said.

Then they all glanced at each other.

"Alright Clarabelle do you have a plan?" Cressida asked.

"Oh yeah," Clarabelle said with a nod. "Do you?"

"Oh yeah. I got it in my back pocket."

"Well let's see it."

Seconds later, Cressida, Clarabelle, Flossie, Angelica and my guy best friend Birchard are all circling around a big folded map, which came from Cressida and Clarabelle.

"Okay here's the plan," Cressida explains. "There's gonna be a bunch of security demonic men surrounded the building."

"Wait The Goddess actually has security men?" Flossie asked as if they're kidding her.

But Cressida and Flossie both nodded at her, confirming it to be true.

"Wow," Flossie raised her eyebrows in shock. "Is she really that dumb?

Because these demonic men will get their asses kicked. And even The Goddess know this...she just didn't care or what?"

"Well at least the demon that she give an ass-whuppin after I tried to defeat him wasn't actually hers," Cressida said.

"There are also demons in Rock Creek Park as well but none of them are recruited by her," Clarabelle said.

"Oh," Flossie nodded. "Well are those demons are gonna be here along with security demonic men?"

"The regular demons are dead," Cressida said. "The demons that are in the park are now The Goddess' demons."

"And I believe they're going to spreading the park and coming toward us...," Clarabelle says before glancing back at Cressida. "...when we arrive."

"So after we defeat the demons what are we gonna do next, rescue Diarumid or stop The Goddess first?" Flossie asked.

Cressida sighs, trying to figure this complicated task given The Goddess is so smart in every step of the way. Almost. Luckily, Clarabelle got a backup plan.

"How about this," Clarabelle said. "About if we can split up. Flossie and Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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Angelica will find The Goddess and stop her, I will sneak in through the operation room, and Cressida will rescue Diarumid."

Cressida smiles, meaning that she's going to be the one that's rescuing me.

But Flossie was not pleased given that she spent more time with me and even go that far to even think that she is the perfect choice for me than Cressida.

"Sounds like a plan?" Clarabelle asked.

"Excuse me?" Flossie said. "She's going to be rescuing him?"

"Uh yeah you and your BF will the ones kicking The Goddess' ass instead," Clarabelle told.

"Ugh!" Flossie grunts.

"Oh don't complain about it Flossie," Cressida said.

"Oh I will complain about it," Flossie said with her eyebrows raised.

"Starting right now."

And as they started arguing with each other at once. That's when Birchard got off from the draw and approached them to ease the argument.

"Alright you two just...," Birchard pauses as he's trying to figure a way to calm them down without actually saying calm down.

Cressida and Flossie went silent and glanced at him. "...take deep breaths with me." He then starts inhaling. "Alright breathe in."

They start inhaling with him.

"Alright, you guys cool now? He asked them.

"Yeah," Cressida nodded.

"No," Flossie said. "Why does she has to rescue him and not me?"

"Because that's my orders," Clarabelle told.

"Well you better change them?"

Clarabelle sighed.

"Flossie is that your name?" Birchard asked.

"Yes," she nods.

"I know you want to be the girl who saves our friend but look everyone has to do their orders," he explained. "If it gets messed up than you all failed.

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strength, you might even have enough strength to stop her. Diarumid told me that you didn't suffer a blow or even a knockout from her at all."

"Really?" Flossie asked in a skeptical look before starting to remember what happened on that fight between her and The Goddess. "Oh yeah," she remembers. "I fight her without even a blow." Still, she thinks she would rather rescue me while Cressida would do the fighting. But she had a second thought considering that she is more capable of fighting The Goddess than Cressida. And then she would be the best fighter than Cressida.

"If you want to be our friend's rescuer, maybe you can save him another time," he said. "When you have a chance."

Cressida sighs frustratedly.

"Alright let's see I can live up to this," Flossie said to him.

"Okay all of us got our orders," Clarabelle said. "Everybody clear on that?"

They all nodded their heads.

"Wait what about Birchard?" Angelica asked.

Suddenly, a phone rings.

"Oh sorry," Birchard said as he pulled out his smartphone out of his right pants pocket. He then answered it and place his smartphone on his right ear. "Hello."

The girls went quiet so that he can talk on the phone.

After a minute, he hang up.

"Sorry guys," he said to them. "I would love to join with you guys a little bit longer...but I had to go."

"Wait where are you going?" Clarabelle asked.

"I'm actually off to a cheerleader meeting."

"Wait, you're a cheerleader?" Flossie asked.

"Yep." "Congratulations on you being a cheerleader."

"Thanks. I gotta go now. Can I say something with you guys before I go?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah what is it?" Cressida asked.

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Chapter 40 Meanwhile I was taken to The Goddess' Lab building in Rock Creek Park

by The Goddess of Washington. And when we entered the entrance, she takes me to the right hallway and then turn left before she stops midway and shove me into an open cell.

"Ow!" I cried as I got pushed down on the floor before she closed the door.

"Good luck on being rescued Diarumid," The Goddess said to me.

"And good luck being the villain," I talkback to her before I picked myself up from the floor. "Because guess what you're about to get your ass kicked by a bunch of my friends in a few minutes."

"Excuse me?" The Goddess asked.

"Yeah when it's time for you to set up this shitty-ass machine, it's going to be late for you to go ahead and proceed. In fact, why won't you just forfeit it, forget about it."

"Forget about it?!" The Goddess then kiss her teeth. "Listen son of a bitch, don't tell me what to do."

"And why not?"

"Because I can do whatever I want."

We went silent and stare at each for a few seconds.

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Chapter 41 Cressida, Clarabelle, Angelica, and Flossie are all riding on their red Washington Accord vehicle to get back to Rock Creek Park. They actually have their air freshener car vent clip placed on the air conditioner in order to vent out the car because Angelica is the stinky person and unlike the others, she didn't bathe before they head out. So they had to have the car vent clip to vent out all of the smelliness that comes from her buff body.

"I can't believe you coming with us without taking a bath," Flossie said to Angelica.

"Why are you guys dealing with this?" Angelica asked.

"Because you don't take a bath most of the time!"

"Hey hey Angelica and Flossie I know you two kinda hate each other but....can you please just...cut it out?" Cressida asked them with a sigh.

Flossie sighed. "Alright," she said.

"Any current information about the demon yet?" Angelica asked.

"Not yet," Clarabelle said. "The demon seemed to be sleeping."

Angelica sighs for relief. "Well that's good," she said.

"Hey did you guys know which exact part of Rock Creek Park are we going?" Flossie asked.

Clarabelle glanced at the GPS on the vehicle's navigation system. On the GPS, there's a blue vehicle icon placing on the white line as the car moves along the road. "We're at Ridge Drive Northwest," she told Flossie.

"We're coming up towards the picnic table number twenty-seven to the left."

Cressida then turn on the left turning signal, slows down the vehicle before completely turning left towards the small dead end and parked in front of the garbage bin, which is standing on the grass closer to the opposite of the dead end. To the right is not only the picnic table #27 but also the Western Ridge Trail. The ironic thing is they're not gonna be eating at the picnic table; instead parked there so that they can walk through the forest.

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parking handle and switch it forward from drive to park to let the vehicle to go completely parked. "This section of Rock Creek Park!" As they all unbuckled their seat belts and about to open their respective car doors, Cressida slightly pull her big butt up from her front seat and....

"FAAARRRRRRRTTT!" ....emits a VERY POWERFUL FART with SUPER WIND FORCE coming out of her big butt and breezes the entire vehicle.

"Holy my god Cressida," Clarabelle said as she starts fanning her nose.

"Did you just farted?"

Cressida glanced back at her with a slight smile while briefly sat back down. "Yeah," she said while nodded.

"Eww girl!"

"Geez!" Angelica said as she held her t-shirt over her nose.

"Yeah damn bitch!" Flossie said as she, too, fan her nose in disgust.

"You should have just hold the gas and go someplace outside far away before you fart."

Cressida kiss her teeth. "Oh please," she responded back.

And just she pull the left car door handle to open the left door, Cressida pull her butt again as she...

"FAARRRRRRRTTT!" ...emit another POWERFUL WINDY FART! "Oh Cressida," Clarabelle said as she immediately open the right car door to get out and so is Angelica and Flossie, who both quickly get out of the red Washington Accord.

"Hey!" Cressida shouts as she jumped out of the vehicle and close the left door. "All of you pass gas too!"

"Uh yeah," Clarabelle said as she, Angelica, and Flossie all glance over their shoulders at her.

"But that's because we fart by accident," Flossie tries to defend themselves.

But Cressida was not amused. "Oh really," she said as she folded her arms. "No that's because you guys couldn't hold your gasses enough just like I couldn't hold my gas enough from releasing out of my butt."

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"You know what can we just move on to finding where that powerful female god is?" Clarabelle asked. “You know, the female god who kidnapped our best friend Diarumid.”

"You mean The Goddess of Washington?" Cressida asked.

"Uh yeah," Clarabelle throw her hands in the air before she suddenly started to emit her own SUPER POWERFUL WIND FART with such force picking up debris while blowing through the tree leaves and branches.

"FAAARRRRRRRTTT!" "Hey now you just farted too, miss," Cressida said.

Clarabelle sighs in frustration.

"Yeah Clarabelle you stink!" Angelica shouted.

"Why did you just farted girl?" Flossie asked Clarabelle.

"None of your fucking business!" Clarabelle shouted before she got frustrated and sighs again. "Can we guys just go and not waste time farting at each other and rescue him and kick some fucking butt?!" She said it slowly at the end before she walks away. "We're going to the Western Ridge Trail. I think I know where The Goddess of Washington is. C'mon." She then heads towards the trail.

The girls all are glancing at each other.

"You heard her, stinky girl," Flossie said to Clarabelle. "Let's go," she then walked away from her and started following Clarabelle.

Angelica starts to giggle after she saw Cressida frustratingly shaking her head at what Flossie called Clarabelle a ‘stinky girl.’

"You too Cressida," Flossie told her.

"I'm coming you bossy bitch!" Cressida annoying shouted.

Flossie stopped and slightly turned around. "You stop being bossy to me okay." She told her.

Cressida clear her throat a little bit as she glanced back at her with her eyebrows raised. "Excuse me I was bossy to you?" She asked.

Flossie sighs again as she don't want to get involved with an argument.

"You know what let's go," she said while she turns around and walks away from Cressida.

Cressida briefly shakes her head and sighed before start following them.

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Minutes later, Clarabelle, who's currently the leader of following this trail, Angelica, Flossie, and, lastly, Cressida are all walking on the Western Ridge Trail. Inside the trail, it looked the woods; there's a bunch of leaves that the women are stepping on - scattered all over the place and inbetween that trail are tree branches both on the left and the right sides of the trail.

"I can't believe The Goddess would go on this trail," Flossie said.

"Yeah," Angelica said. "I mean D.C. residents and BaltimoreWashington visitors are like everywhere on this park. Did The Goddess of Washington actually went through this trail?"

"Absolutely Angelica," Clarabelle said. "I saw it on the Map app on my smartphone."

Cressida wants to know where they’re actually headed and where The Goddess is currently located so she can stay ahead of the plan. "Clarabelle can I see?" Cressida asked as she walked closer to Clarabelle.

"No girl," Clarabelle said as she doesn't want her phone to be near Cressida, despite being close friends (as well as close friends to me).

"Look c'mon I won't trouble your phone," Cressida tried to assure her.

But Clarabelle refused. "It’s not the matter of troubling my phone,” she said. “You just don’t need a digital map to look where she is when we already know where she is and we already know where we’re going and you should know that by now.”

"But what if The Goddess isn’t actually here in the same place that we’re going to."

"Cressida," Clarabelle said as she said as she stopped and turned around facing her. "She is; if she isn’t then we hear a notification sound; we didn’t hear a notification sound…yet, so we’re good."

"Okay but I just want to know if we’re on the right track or we may go to Plan B" Cressida explains. “Because I’m pretty sure The Goddess will know that we’re coming to her lab.”

“And you actually think The Goddess will take our guy best friend with her to another place?”

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sure that The Goddess is still in the same building that we’re going to. That's what Clarabelle believes. Even though Cressida might explain the understanding, Clarabelle decided not to hand her close friend her smartphone.

"Look Cressida we’re wasting time,” Clarabelle said.

“But I need to see where she is?” Cressida asked.

"Arrrg," Flossie groaned. "You two guys are fighting over a smartphone?"

"I need to know where the demon is but Clarabelle is not letting me," Cressida said.

"It’s unnecessary for her to look through a map when we all already know the location and the direction we’re going to," Clarabelle responded.

“I thought you two are close friends,” Flossie said.

“Yeah close friends fight,” Cressida said.

“Yeah sometimes close friends get into fights,” Clarabelle said. “Like this one we’re getting into right now,” she says as she looks back at Cressida.

Angelica, who folded her arms while briefly watching the situation, starts to walk past Flossie. "I'll handle this," she said.

Cressida and Clarabelle glanced at Angelica as she approached them with her arms folded. “Okay I’m gonna be the Diarumid here so let me speak,” Angelica said. “Now it’s not the time for a smartphone argument.

Right now Clarabelle you hand Cressida your phone and Cressida…check to see if we’re on the right track.”

“Hey I just want to look at the map that’s all,” Cressida said.

Angelica looks at both of the girls waiting for them to do what she told them to do.

Clarabelle reluctantly hands Cressida her smartphone. “Here you go,” Clarabelle said.

“Thanks,” Cressida said as she takes the phone from her.

“Now that’s more like it,” Angelica said. And then….

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and Cressida got immediately in disgust while fanning their noses.

“Girl don’t even ask this question,” Angelica said as she walked away.

“Does somebody have an air freshener?” Flossie asked “Oh I have one,” Angelica said as she pulls a very small-ass air freshener out of her right jeans pocket and holds the small air freshener up in the air. “That air freshener actually has unlimited power so you can smell the fresh.”

“Yeah can you spray the fart away from us?” Cressida asked.

“Okay fine,” Angelica then sprays air freshness around all of them including herself.

Once they smell after the spray, the stinky smell goes completely gone in less than a minute.

“Alright let’s take a look at the map shall we,” Cressida said.

From Cressida's point of view, in regarding on where The Goddess exactly be on this map, the GPS map shows that the blue circle mark representing the girls themselves and the red circle icon represents The Goddess of Washington, the bad girl that they're looking for. The good thing is that there's nothing flashing around the red mark than the blue mark, which mean she is still at the lab.

"Oh The Goddess is still on the map," Cressida said.

"Yes Cressida she still is," Clarabelle said.

"Well I'm just checking," Cressida said to her before glancing back at the smartphone screen. She notices the flashing blue dot and the static red dot are far away from each other. “I just want to make sure that our plan is not messed up. I’m your best friend.”

“I know and I apologize. I now understand your reasoning.”

"You know, I'm wondering if we should a little bit walk faster," Flossie suggested.

The girls thought about it as they glanced each other.

"Even if we walk faster, it would be like an hour or over an hour," Angelica said. "And it might be too late to catch him at that time."

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they can run really super fast enough to get to The Goddess in about, say, five minutes than the approximately walking time of on hour and twenty minutes; it was at least what Angelica had calculated.

After thinking about, the women start to make an agreement.

"Cressida any ideas," Clarabelle asked.

“I do,” Cressida said as she hands back the smartphone. “Here you go.”

“Oh thanks,” Clarabelle said as she takes the smartphone from her.

“You’re welcome.” Cressida turns to the subject. “We do acknowledge that we have super speed.”

"And what Cressida?" Flossie asked. "Should we run instead?"

Cressida then glanced back at Flossie, who slightly shook her head while shrugging her shoulders.

"I'm just waiting for an answer bossy girl," Flossie said.

Cressida sighed. "Alright," she said as start walking past Angelica and Clarabelle. She then stopped and glanced over her right shoulder at the women. "Let's run!"

And so she did. REAL SUPER FAST! Clarabelle, Angelica, and Flossie are glanced at each other before they started following her with SUPER SPEED! "Just be careful you guys!" Cressida shouted.

"We will!" Angelica shouted.

"Oh yeah right," Flossie said. "I'll be careful not to be the last place of this run."

"Flossie this isn't a race," Clarabelle said. "Why did you have to think this is a race?"

"Yeah girl," Cressida agreed. "We're running to save time. That way we'll be able to find Jonah the Demon before it's too late."

"Oh yeah," Flossie said like she knew that already. "I guess I understand it now."

As they speed run through the Western Ridge Trail as fast as they can, Angelica glanced both left and right as she saw several demons as she and her buff girlfriends ran past by.

"Wait hold up," Angelica told them as loud as she can as she slowly starts to slow her down.

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they stopped running, so is Angelica who finally slow down to complete stop, in order to slightly catch up (and line up) with them.

"What is it Angelica?" Clarabelle asked.

Angelica senses that there’s a problem that is preventing them from running. "Okay there's a bunch of demons that I saw when we run passed by,� she said.

"What?!" Clarabelle said while squinting her eyebrows.

"Yeah I saw demons ready to bite our asses!"

Then they hear sounds of growling. They glanced back for a few seconds to find who's growling behind them. Nothing to see there...until the demons emerged from left and right. And those demons were the same ones that Angelica just saw.

The girls then glanced back up front only to find another batch of demons emerging from the other side. Suddenly, the girls become the center of an incoming combat fight as demons start to circle around them.

And the girls are not afraid of them.

"Whoa," Clarabelle said softly.

"Damn," Flossie said it slowly.

"Clarabelle did you digital map indicated this kind bunch of evil on the trail?" Angelica asked.

Clarabelle shook her head. "No," she said.

"Okay girls let's beat all of those demons one by one," Cressida told everyone. "Alright."

"Yeah!" Clarabelle, Angelica, and Flossie said it together.

"Alright on the count of three," Cressida said. "One, two, three!"

And the women separated as they start fighting the demons one by one.

Cressida and demon #1 run approached towards them and Demon #1 was about to strike her. But Cressida quickly PUNCH him in the nose WITH FORCE that sends him flying.

Demon #2 then approached her and about to punch her in the face with his left fist. But Cressida dodge his left swinging fist and grab his left arm. She then pull him out of the ground and starts swinging him as fast as she can making him dizzy in the process. After that, she throws him HARD, sending Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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him WAY flying away from the trail until he was never seen again. And after the Demon crashed, Demon #3 runs and jumped over her, hoping that he'll bodyslam her.

But Cressida quickly did a summersault to her right to avoid being knocked down. She landed to her right on her feet and touching the ground with her right while Demon #3 landed on his stomach.

Meanwhile, Clarabelle dodges Demon #4's right swinging fist. The demon then tried to punch her straight in the face. But he misses as she ducked left. He then tried to punch her face again by swinging his fist to his right. But he misses again as she ducked to the right side. They then glanced up front again; the fourth demon starts to get panic as his attempts to hit her didn't work. His panic has made her smile and gave her the opportunity to SUCCESSFULLY PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE REAL HARD! And she did. And when she did, the fourth demon was KNOCKED UNCONSCIOUSLY...HARD! She watched him as his head spins dizziness before landing on the ground in front of her feet.

After looking at him laying dead, she glanced back up to find Demon #5 approaching towards her from her slight right side. She dodges under by bending down as the fifth demon jumps over her and landed on his feet before turning around to glance at her.

She strikes a kung-fu pose by putting her foot forward and her left foot backward while slightly turning her body with her hands up and arms while glancing at him.

Sure, the fifth demon would have strike a fighting pose at her. But instead, he runs like an animal towards her.

So Clarabelle starts running towards him and did a JUMP KICK toward him in the chest SO FORCEFULLY that it KNOCK HIM UNCONSCIOUS in a matter of seconds before landing on the ground HARD on the stomach.

She was shocked that one physical move other than a burp or a fart was pretty destructive. "Wow I guess one kick is more powerful enough," she said to herself.

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But she already knows that approaching demon without looking.

When the sixth demon gets closer to her, she bent down, stick her butt out and jump backwards WAY FAST towards him and HIT HIM IN THE FACE WITH SO MUCH FORCE THAT NOT ONLY DID IT KNOCKED HIM UNCONSCIOUS BUT ALSO BROKE HIS NOSE WHILE SENDING HIM FLYING STRAIGHTLY WAY HIGH! The demon was flying far far away that he'll never be seen again.

Clarabelle landed back on the ground on her feet, sliding backwards until she stops herself with her right hand touching the ground. Seeing that she's now a bit far away from her friends, she quickly catches up to them with her SUPER SPEED in a matter of a second.

On another side of the combat, using her force field around her, Flossie is blocking any attempts to attack her from Demon #7, who had been swinging several misses when he tried to punch her while standing up with his two feet. Knowing that the seventh demon won't stop attack her, she then clutches her right fist and magically turn into a glowing power. Knowing that her fist can come through any object she's using to block herself, Flossie then SUPER PUNCH through her force field and towards the seventh demon in the chest and he was sent WAY FLYING STRAIGHT FROM HER! Once that demon went out of her way, she then turn off her force field unblocking herself.

She then glanced to the right side with her glowing fist and SUPER PUNCH ANOTHER DEMON - Demon #8 - who has been approaching her. He then sent FLYING WAY HIGH for a few seconds before landing on the ground HARD on the tail.

Then right behind her, there's Demon #9 running toward her, ready to attack.

But like Clarabelle, Flossie knew the ninth demon is approaching towards her without even looking. So she bent down, stick her butt way up in the air, and jump backwards bumping her butt towards the ninth demon in the face SUPER HARD WITH A WHOLE LOTTA FORCE that her butt BROKE THE DEMON's NOSE while KNOCKING HIM UNCONSCIOUS SIMULTANEOUSLY! Instead of flying, the demon slowly drop down dead on the tail before follow down on his sideways. Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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After looking at the dead demon for seconds, Flossie glances left and right, watches her other girlfriends fight other demons.

Last but not least, there's Angelica, who's stretching her arms LIGHTING UP HER ENTIRE BODY WITH BRIGHT WHITE in front of the demons who are around her. As the light came into their eyes, the demons suddenly went unable to move or attack Angelica.

Once the demons fall down on the ground without even able to make an attempt, she turns off her body light, closes her arms and put them by her sides.

Afterwards, as they slowly walked back closer to each other, the women glanced around at all the demons they beaten up and look to see if there's another batch of demons coming from either side of the trail.

"Well there's no more demons coming around to attack us," Angelica said.

"I wonder where are we right now?" Flossie asked.

"I check my digital map," Clarabelle said as she pulled her smartphone.

She then turns it on and touch the Map app. On the map, the red dot – which, once again indicates The Goddess – is not flashing or didn't move but the good news for the girls is the blue dot - indicating them - has moved a farther towards the red dot, meaning they're getting closer to him. "Well we’re almost there," she said while looking at the map. "C’mon before it’s too late."

Cressida, Flossie, and Angelica gathered behind Clarabelle to glance at her map. They were ecstatic about this.

"Hey Angelica don't get closer to me," Clarabelle told her.

"I'm not," said Angelica, who standing two blocks apart from them in order to kept her smell away from them.

"Okay well that's close enough," Flossie said.

Cressida took a deep breath. "You can say that again Flossie," she said.

"Alright...let's run again."

"Good idea girl," Clarabelle said as she put her smartphone back into her right jeans pocket.

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"One," Cressida starts counting down. "Two. Three."

And they start running with SUPER SPEED as fast as they can once again.

As they run faster and faster, they started getting closer to the House Arena.

"We're gonna make it!" Clarabelle shouted.

"Well I guess our super speed work isn't it," Flossie said.

"Oh be quiet Flossie," Cressida and Clarabelle said it together.

When they’re about to pass the House Arena, they suddenly slow down and saw another encounter: Jonah the Demon.

They use the back of their feet like they're putting on their breaks.

When they completely slowed down, they have arrived outside at the Rock Creek House Arena, where they see Jonah the Demon is laying down sleeping; they know that the demon is a threat to them so they must defeat them.

Once again, the girls lined up side by side while glancing at the sleeping demon as they're several blocks away from him. They took a deep breath.

"Okay there's Jonah...the demon," Cressida said. "Alright I can defeat him in one knuckle punch. Without even a warning."

Clarabelle, Angelica, and Flossie looked at each other in their questionable looks as they're skeptical about it.

"Really?" Angelica asked.

"Oh yeah!" Cressida nodded at Angelica.

"So you gonna punch that demon...ONCE?" Cressida then defeated Jonah with one SUPER POWERFUL KNUCKLE PUNCH! To the amazement of Clarabelle, Angelica, and Flossie.

“Now c’mon girls!” Cressida shouts. “We have a few miles to go.”

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Chapter 42 Back at The Goddess’ lab, I confronted The Goddess for an explanation and some words that I would like to say to her.

"I can do this plan with no problem," The Goddess said.

"So reversing the genders around is your plan." I said. "Is this is what you're gonna do?"

"Well what else I'm gonna do Diarumid?"

I sighed.

"Okay. There could be some way to solve this but using your device machine to reverse the genders around is not the way."

"Not the way? Why not?" The Goddess folded her arms.

"Just listen okay. I don't know if you aware of this or know this or even care about this. But if your experiment gives women more and more power and men more and more weakness...this will suffer consequences among humanity and the world."

The Goddess laughs off.

"That's bullshit."

"That's bullshit? The Goddess, I'm telling you the impact you cause and it's totally NOT bullshit. When you turn your gender into the superior one, sure you and the rest of the females have all the power. Sure, all of the men will cook the food and clean the house. But here's the thing: in the process, you will become a breadwinner of the family. You'll still go to work if you have a job but now you'll go to work in the long hours almost every single day and while you can make a lot of money you gonna have to deal with being the one who's paying all of the bills yourself. And you'll not gonna have time with your family. The question is: is that what you want?

"Yeah."

"Really? Have your siblings and your parents agree with you...or not?"

"Well...they have problems with my plan," she said. "They don't like it."

"Well I have to agree with them you know why?"

Instead of answering my question, The Goddess went silent.

"I'll explain to you why," I continued. "All of us have problems including Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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me and you. You have problems and I have problems. You have a problem with a workplace. You can't stand it. You have a problem with the way the society is. You have a problem with men who can't seem to act together and women who can't seem to cooperate with each other. You have also have a problem dealing with men being dumb and women being overpowered but let me tell you the modern society isn't always like that. Whether they're different or in common, men and women and boys and girls are just simply human beings.

Sure they do dumb and stupid things and yes, some men doesn't know how to respect women.

But here's the thing: You cannot make every men do the work for women while women sit there and do nothing. What does it say to women?

In this society. Men should not be dumb and women should not be dumb as well. Men also don't want to be weak and women also don't want to be weak either. Sure both do have flaws but nobody's perfect.

This isn't about which gender is better. This isn't about men vs. women.

It's about people who are capable of doing things. Sure, there are bunch of men who are stronger but they're also a bunch of women who as much stronger as the men. You might think that men are the superior than the women. You're wrong. Men are as superior as women.” I explained to her.

"Well if that's really the case then why these people at my workplace act like they're dumb?" The Goddess asked.

"They're not dumb, The Goddess," I said. "They're people who just make really dumb decisions. It's something they could have learned from this after you left. You have the power to wake them up and open their eyes.

Maybe there's even an opportunity for you to show those people how they make those decisions and what those decisions are doing to you and what they realize what done.

But you think that men being sexually assault by the opposite gender – the other way around of the standard – will make it a lot better, right? To you, yeah. But to me, it's not. Having men being sexually assault by the opposite gender will not gonna solve all of your problems. It will make matters a whole lot worse. It will make your problems even grow.

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committed sexual assault and therefore they'll surfer the consequences.

Men will eventually get unhappy about having less power and will say later on that women are now abusing their power over the opposite gender. And then in the long run, they won't be able to gain respect back from coworkers or even support from their families, loved ones, friends and themselves.

Eventually in the long run, women will begin to have effects and consequences of having too much power just like men beginning to have consequences of their own. And if you, as a woman, abuse your power just like men will abuse their power, you're making women feel bad about themselves. Men will start having protest about the abusive of power from women. Pretty soon, men will start talking about destroying all women in the world just like women star talking about destroy all men. There won't be any woman around anymore because of been targeted by the other gender.

But here's another thing: If there won't be any woman around anymore than there won't be any children around. And the whole world would never been the same. There will no longer be a population of billions of human beings in this planet. And once every other human extinct, you are gonna be the only one human left. I just want to know that.

There are many better solutions than reversing the genders. Better solutions that could bring people to come to their senses and realize the problems they face and realize what they have done. There are people who solve problems that don't involve taking over the world. What if you can just stand up to what's right? Like boycotting? Filing a lawsuit or a civil lawsuit?

Or change the world by forming a business of your own? That would be something, right?

What I'm trying to say that the society has consequences and yes, they need to change, but turning the opposite is not the way. Because the world doesn't want to be the complete opposite. What the world needs is gender equality. I believes that both men and women have strengths and weaknesses. They can be equally strong and equally weak. What I mean that they can equally overcome their flaws to become better people; they can equally work on their weakness to improve themselves.

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something that males and females need to be taught about: the society norms, the society stigmas, the society consequences and the toxic society cultures…including sexual abuse, sexual assault and sexual harassment. And I believe you could teach everybody about that. That way, everybody – including males – can learn to become better persons. This is something that you would do…instead of forging your evil plan.”

After hearing my words, The Goddess thought about it for a moment.

Then she nods, agreeing with me. “You know what Diarumid,” she said.

“You’re right. I think there’s actually something better to do than forging my evil plan.”

“Another thing is that having women to be fat and men to be average and skinny as heck doesn’t fix the problems you’re dealing with,” I said. “I have problems dealing with my body but now I start get more comfortable of my body and start getting control of my body and what I want my body to look like. Sure, I don't have to get buff to be sexy and beautiful, but still I have to be healthy to stay alive. Everyone here is sexy and beautiful no matter their body type. Whether they're different or in common, Men and women are just simply human beings.”

“Okay I understand what you’re saying,” she said. “I guess I have to halt the experiment now.”

“So are you gonna release me now?”

“NO! Just wait for Cressida to rescue you, okay.” The Goddess said.

“Why did you even kidnap me anyway?”

“No reason. I just want to test Cressida to see if she’s willing to rescue you, but I know she’s one of your best friends and I’m pretty sure she can really rescue you. That’s all I have to say.” She then walked out.

Chapter 43 Outside the building, Cressida, Clarabelle, Flossie and Angelica approached the building. And once they're finally got there, they're surrounded by four security demon men, each for the four girls to fight with.

"Alright we got company," Clarabelle said to the girls."

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"Hopefully they're no match for us," Flossie said.

"I hope not. You can say that again."

"They won't be," Cressida said. "They'll be defeated BIG TIME!" She then run closer to the first demon man and SUPER KICKED him IN THE BALLS! "Oooh!" Security demon man #1 cried as he holds his genitals very tight as he can with both of his hands.

"Yeah that hurts!" Cressida said before she TOSSED him to the ground HARD! And landed on his back! She JUMPS a step ahead and SUPER SLAM him on the chest!

The rest of the security Demon men start CHARGING towards Clarabelle, Flossie and Clarabelle and start SWINGING PUNCHES and KICKS! But the three girls manage to DODGE EVERY STRIKE from the three demon men to the point that the three demon men felt exhausted that they give up.

The three security Demon men step back while breathing heavily.

"Gee they've must be tired," Clarabelle said.

"Well that's what they get for trying to kick our asses," Flossie said while clutching her right fist and GLOWING IT RED before THROWING A PUNCH IN THE AIR SHOOTING A POWERFUL BLAST OF WIND OUT OF HER RIGHT FIST! sending security demon man #3 FLYING and CRASHED behind the right side of the entrance wall on his back before landing on the ground on his backside.

The other two security demon men glanced over their shoulders at the man Flossie just defeated. Then they glanced back at the girls.

"Alright now it's me and Clarabelle's turn," Angelica said while looking at the demon men nervously.

"Oh don't worry Angelica," Clarabelle said as she strike her kung-fu posse. "We got this."

Clarabelle then runs toward security demon man #2 and PUNCHING him IN THE FACE left and right before she KICKED him HARD in the gut, SENDING HIM FLYING STRAIGHT UP! She glances up as she watches to see if that demon man will land back down.

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But Angelica crossed her arms in front of her face BLOCKING him from hitting her.

The fourth demon man tried every step of his way THROWING PUNCHES AND KICKS at her. But it turned out to be no use for him.

"Ha your moves have absolutely no match for me," Angelica said to him before she SPIN-KICKS him SENDING HIM FLYING BACKWARDS and landed him on the ground sideways almost behind the left side of the entrance wall. He was now unconscious.

"Well...that's done," Angelica brush off her hands. She then hear a sound coming from above. She then glanced up as security demon man #2 is falling down from the sky and...CRASHED into the ground SO HARD that not only caused a HUMAN HOLE on the ground but also SHOOK THE EARTH! The girls take a glimpse of the hole to see if that demon is dead.

He's certainly not getting up from this hole.

"Way to go Clarabelle," Flossie said. "You totally knocked him down pretty hard."

"Yeah Clarabelle that caused a big-ass hole on the ground," Angelica said.

"You did a pretty good job best friend," Cressida said.

"Thank you Cressida," Clarabelle said to her.

"Oh you only say thank you to your true best friend," Flossie said to Clarabelle.

"And not us," Angelica said while pointing her finger at herself and Flossie.

"Shut up you two," Clarabelle said. "You guys already didn't say nice thing enough to me."

"Alright can we please not argue with one another?" Cressida asked.

"And continue fight evil as human beings? We didn't even go into that building yet."

"Oh yeah right," Flossie slightly chuckle at herself while glancing at the entrance door.

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"It's locked?" Angelica asked.

"Yep." Clarabelle take her hand off of the door knob.

"Alright I have a better idea," Cressida. "Let's do a team burp. All four of us stand together in front of this entrance door a few blocks apart and let all of us belch together at the door."

"To try knock that locked door to get in?" Angelica asked.

"Yep," Cressida said without looking. "Alright on the count of three..."

Clarabelle went back to the girls and stand side by side with each other. "....one," Cressida continued. "...two....three."

They gasped for air and then....

BURRRRP! They emit a SUPER POWERFUL TEAM BURP WITH SUCH FORCE THAT CRUMBLING THE DOOR AND THE ENTIRE WALL AROUND IT! PICKING UP DEBRIS IN THE PROCESS! Afterwards, the girls walked into the debris without making a cough and made it to the entrance, where there's a big ugly-ass white demon guy who's blown by the blast slowly regaining consciousness as he stands up facing the girls.

"Alright you know what let's split up into two," Cressida said to the girls while staring at the white demon guy before glancing at Flossie. "You and Angelica go beat the crap out of him and go find The Goddess while me and Clarabelle will go find our best friend Diarumid."

Flossie sighed. "Okay whatever," she said, reminding the fact she doesn't get a chance to rescue me.

"We'll see you two guys at the lab where The Goddess is," Cressida said as she and Clarabelle runs to their right and then left to the right side of the building.

"Okay here goes nothing," Flossie said as she and Angelica square-off facing the white demon guy. "Did you feel ready to fight this piece of shit?"

She asked Angelica.

"Oh yeah I'm ready," Angelica said. "Are you?"

"Oh yeah Angelica I'm ready."

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RACING TOWARDS the white demon guy, giving him a TEAM FLYING KICK that SENDS HIM FLYING BACKWARDS and CRASHED INTO A WALL! "Let me finish it off myself," Flossie said as she walk past Clarabelle, come around his desk and approached him. She then leaps into the air again, this time aiming her backside towards him and SLAMMED HIM IN THE CHEST SO FORCEFUL THAT IT KNOCKED HIM DEAD! BIG TIME! She gets up and glanced at his now-dead body. "Well just like the other demons, this guy is no match for us," Flossie said.

"Well that's fair enough," Angelica said.

"Okay let's go find The Goddess of Washington before it's too late," Flossie said before she and Clarabelle runs left and went right to the left side of the building.

On the right side, Cressida and Clarabelle quickly walking through the hall to find where I'm at.

"See any signs of him?" Clarabelle asked Cressida, referring to me.

"No," Cressida said. "Not yet. We're keep looking okay."

"Okay."

Meanwhile, I was sitting down at a bench still at a cell, praying that my friends will come and rescue me...or even wishing that The Goddess of Washington would eventually realizes that kidnapping me would actually release me (yeah I know why would I think of that). Then as I was sitting down, I started to hear a voice that's familiar to me. Matter of fact two familiar voices coming closer and closer. So close that I started to recognize it's Cressida and Clarabelle and I realize they're coming to rescue me from the cell. I'm pretty sure that's true.

"I'm pretty sure that's Diarumid in that cell," Clarabelle said to Cressida while they both approaching the same cell.

"Yep I'm pretty think so," Cressida said.

At the same time, I got up from the bench and walked back toward the back of the cell where I see my two best friends coming toward me just as I knew it was them.

"Diarumid it's that you?" Clarabelle asked.

"Yes," I nodded. "Yes I am."

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front of him.

"Hey Diarumid are you okay?" Cressida asked me before she immediately use both of her hands to stretches out the cell barriers twisting them left and right, leaving an open pathway in the center for me to walk through.

"Yeah I'm okay," I said before I exit out of the cell through that pathway.

"Thanks guys, you two are the best."

"You're welcome," Cressida and Clarabelle said at once before glancing at each other in shock wondering if they said it together.

"So is The Goddess still here?" I asked.

"She better be," Clarabelle said.

"She is Clarabelle," Cressida said.

"Well where is she?" I asked.

"She's at the lab. Flossie and Angelica are coming into the lab to stop her."

"And so are we," Clarabelle added.

"Well what are we waiting for?" I asked. "Let's go.

We then run away from the cell and through the hallway.

At the lab, which is the center place of the building, The Goddess of Washington sits down on a bench while staring at the experiment not far from where she's sitting. She initially wanted to proceed with her plan using this experiment but after I gave her a long hard talk, she apparently forfeit the plan...eventually.

Suddenly, she heard a voice that caught her off guard (despite the fact she's super intelligent). She got up from the bench as she saw a person with a familiar face entering the lab along with her friend.

"Flossie and Angelica," The Goddess said as they approached each other. "What brings you here?"

"Well we come here to kick your bloody ass," Flossie said.

"Whoa wait a minute," The Goddess shakes her head. "Why in the world are you guys gonna kick my ass?"

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guys wanna stop me from using the experiment."

"Because what you are gonna do is horrible!" Flossie shouted.

"Flossie calm down," Angelica said before glancing back at The Goddess. "I don't think it's good for to do this."

"Oh I know it already" The Goddess start to nods suspiciously.

"Wait you pull the plug?" Angelica asked.

"Yep but I'M STILL GONNA BEAT YOU ASSES UP!" The Goddess then opens her mouth and....

BURRRRP! ....EMITS A SUPER POWERFUL BURP towards Flossie and Angelica.

Flossie and Angelica closed their eyes while they're trying to stay on balance as The Goddess' burp brings SUCH FORCE! Then The Goddess turns around, sticks her backside and...

FAARRRRRTT! ....RIP A SUPER POWERFUL FART which sends the two girls FLYING and CRASHING THEM INTO THE ARCH WALL AND THEN ANOTHER WALL OF A ROOM, landing them on the floor.

The Goddess stands up and turns back around while Flossie and Angelica quickly managed to pick themselves up from the rubble.

"You think your gas will hurt us enough?" Flossie asked The Goddess.

"WELL THINK AGAIN!" Flossie then THROWS A PUNCH IN THE AIR SHOOTING A BLAST OF WIND OUT OF HER FIST SENDING THE GODDESS FLYING, CRASHING INTO A WALL BEFORE LANDING STRAIGHT DOWN ON THE FLOOR! She then regain consciousness very quickly as she managed to pick herself up from the floor.

"You think this how are we gonna start?" The Goddess asked.

But before Flossie and Angelica could answer the question, their fight has been interrupted.

"HEY!" The girls glanced left as Cressida, Clarabelle and I entered the Lab. "Whatever you do stop what you're doing," Cressida said to The Goddess.

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"I said whatever you're doing please stop," Cressida said.

"Listen Cressida I already stop what I'm gonna do," The Goddess said.

The Goddess then notices me standing in-between my best friends Cressida and Clarabelle.

"Wait a minute how the heck did you got out of the cell?" The Goddess asked as she pointed her finger at me. "Oh I get it," she puts her finger down.

"Your friends help tear down the cell to get you out of there."

"Correct," Clarabelle snapped.

Then there's a few seconds of silence. The Goddess still staring at me as I exchanged my worrying look, as The Goddess remembers what I said to her. Though I don't think Cressida is unaware of it.

"Alright," The Goddess said as she briefly looks down before glancing back at us. "Here's the truth."

"We already know the truth," Cressida said.

"No you don't Cressida. Let me talk okay." The Goddess sighed. "When my life was a total loser, I need something that could help me and I realize there's a bunch of teenagers who need freedom."

"Um you already told me that," Cressida interrupted.

"Uh if you let me finish talking?" The Goddess asked frustratedly.

"Fine," Cressida shook her head and roll her eyes. "I'll shut my freaking mouth."

"Good." The Goddess took a deep breath. "Alright where was I? Oh yes.

As I'm saying, I saw a bunch of teenagers who want freedom. At the same time, Ms. Laurie gave this smartphone," The Goddess turns around, walk towards the experiment, takes the smartphone off of it and holds it on her right hand while walking back and showing us the smartphone. "See," she continued. "It has something called The Crystal. I managed to take out parts of the smartphone and took out The Crystal before putting the parts back together."

Cressida went shocked as she raised her eyebrows. It seems that smartphone was familiar to her.

"That's my smartphone," Cressida said. "You-" "That's your smartphone," The Goddess reacted with shock as well.

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"Oh well," The Goddess paused with slight embarrassment as she glanced at the smartphone before she glanced back at Cressida. "Here you go," The Goddess then walked toward Cressida.

Cressida caught completely off-guard as this was unexpected decision from The Goddess.

Cressida glanced at the smartphone. She's right, that's her smartphone that Ms. Laurie stole and gave it to The Goddess. Cressida then glanced back at The Goddess.

"I want to add this," The Goddess said. "This smartphone can work without The Crystal."

Cressida slowly takes her smartphone from The Goddess' hand. "Thank you," Cressida said.

"You're welcome," The Goddess said.

"Question: who is Ms. Laurie?"

"Ms. Laurie is my manager. I hire her to find the smartphone with The Crystal inside. I told her the coordinates to find it and she made it through without any problem."

"So now you join the other side, will you regret?"

"Oh my gosh!" Flossie glanced up at the ceiling with frustration. "Why is Cressida doing the talking?"

But none of us didn't answer that question because we're too busing paying attention to Cressida and The Goddess.

"You know I may regret," The Goddess said while nodding her head.

"You know it's my fault."

"HEY WHAT'S GOING ON!" We all turned around to see Ms. Laurie standing at the edge of the entrance.

Clarabelle suddenly notices the elephant in the room...herself.

"Am I'm the only white chick in this building or what?" Clarabelle asked.

"WHAT ARE YOU GUYS STARTING AT ME FOR?!" Ms. Laurie shouted before rolling her eyes. "Oh that's right I'm the other bad guy, huh?" She said sarcastically while nodding her head.

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Ms. Laurie caught off-guard.

"Excuse me what?" She reacted with shock.

"I’m just telling you right now that I don’t want to do this experiment."

"What?" Ms. Laurie got confused like she didn't understand what The Goddess have just said.

The Goddess then walked toward Ms. Laurie. "I just said – and I’m gonna say it again for the fucking third time – that I don’t want to do this experiment," The Goddess said.

"So what are you gonna do then?" Ms. Laurie asked.

"Well what do you think what I’m gonna do, Ms. Laurie? Do nothing?

Instead I do this" POW! The Goddess SUPER-PUNCHES her in the face, SENDING HER FLYING and CRASHED INTO ANOTHER ROOM! Ms. Laurie regain consciousness and picked herself.

"What the fuck was that for?!" Ms. Laurie shouted.

"For fun. I want to fight with you for fun."

"So wait you gonna fight with me for now? For fun? So now you gonna punch me?"

Cressida then approached besides The Goddess.

"Don't worry I'll handle this," Cressida said to The Goddess before she TELEKINETICALLY FREEZES MS. LAURIE IN THE AIR! And in the process, Ms. Laurie hovers, grasping her neck, choking. Next, Cressida TELEKINETICLLY MOVES HER TO THE LEFT! At the same time, Cressida's hair MAGICALLY FORMS INTO A FAUXHAWK. "What...the....fuck....are....you....doing....to....me?" Ms. Laurie said slowly.

"Hmm I don't know WHUPPING YOUR ASS!" Cressida shouted before she TELEKINETICALLY HURLS MS. LAURIE THROUGH THE MACHINE DAMAGING IT IN THE PROCESS! "Whoa that's awesome Cressida," I gave her the kudos.

"Nicely well done BF," Clarabelle said to Cressida.

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have Ms. Laurie hitting the red button on her back while being thrown down damaging it, the machine is about to do the experiment and we're pretty much doomed. At the same time, I suddenly see something glowing on my chest. I looked down at my chest through my t-shirt to see that my man boobs STARTING TO TURN BRIGHT PURPLE AS WELL! I glanced back at the girls who all look at my glowing moobs.

"Don't worry everybody," I said before I take off my t-shirt, baring my moobs. "I GOT THIS!" I then ran a few steps towards the machine and aim my chest towards the mirror. Then I stretch my elbows forward and then pulled them back AND stretch my chest forward AT THE SAME TIME bouncing my BRIGHT-ASS man breasts straightly side-by-side while SHOOTING ENERGY WAVES PHYSICALLY SHOCKING THE GLOWING MIRROR effectively destroying it INTO PIECES OF GLASS in the process and preventing it from doing the experiment.

I then turned slightly around and walked backwards as the rest of my friends along with The Goddess gather side-by-side. At the same time, we see Ms. Laurie regaining consciousness again as she slowly picked herself up.

"Alright," Ms. Laurie said as she slowly walked towards us. "If this is what you want, then fine, I'LL GIVE YOU THIS!" She then PUSH BOTH OF HER HANDS SIDE-BY-SIDE IN-MID-AIR SHOOTING BLASTS TOWARDS US! At the same time, I was still shirtless and I glanced down at my chest again and my man boobs STARTS GLOWING QUICKLY AGAIN! I glanced back at her.

"Oh no you won't," I said. Not wanting to let my friends hurt from Ms. Laurie's blast and not wanting to waste my opportunity, I step forward and I quickly stretch my elbows forward and then pulled them back AND stretch my chest forward AT THE SAME TIME bouncing my BRIGHT-ASS man breasts straightly side-by-side while this time, SHOOTING BLASTS TOWARDS THE OTHER BLASTS eventually COLLIDED INTO A WHITE ENERGY BALL OF BLAST! "Oh fuck you son of a bitch," Ms. Laurie called me.

But I don't seem to be bothered or intimidated by that comment. "Oh you can curse at me whatever you want," I said with a slight head turn to the left before facing up front.

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PIXIE DUST! Ms. Laurie stares at the pixie dust falling down on her.

However, me, my girl best friends and even The Goddess stand there, still staring at Ms. Laurie and not fooling around with the pixie dust, making the opportunity for the girls to FINISH HER OFF BIG TIME! "My best friends," I said while still staring at Ms. Laurie still staring around at the dust unaware that she's gonna get her ass whuppen. "Do your stuff!"

Cressida starts to call her girlfriends' names.

"Clarabelle, Flossie and Angelica," Cressida said while looking to the left. "Let's go and do this!"

"Yeah don't just stand there you guys," Clarabelle told them. "Let's beat the crap out of her!"

"Uh what about me?" The Goddess asked like she's forgotten.

"Yeah you can beat the crap out of her too," Clarabelle said.

"Oh thank you!"

The girls ran up towards Ms. Laurie.

Cressida goes first as she's ready to rumble.

"Hey you pay attention bitch!" Cressida shouted at Ms. Laurie before....

POW! ‌.she SWINGS A PUNCH sending her SPINNING AROUND FLYING and CRASHED INTO ANOTHER WALL! Flossie walks around the machine to her left, walked to the right and approached towards Ms. Laurie and she grabbed her by the chokehold and hold it in the air while moving it to the left. Then Angelica SWINGS A PUNCH at Ms. Laurie, knocking her unconsciously while still being held by Flossie.

Flossie then THROWS MS. LAURIE STRAIGHT ACROSS and LANDED HER BACK ON THE CRUMBS! "Nice one, Flossie and Angelica," Cressida said.

Then Ms. Laurie picked herself up but this time she starts to lose consciousness. Still, she approaches Clarabelle as she's gonna punch her in the face.

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Ms. Laurie suddenly feels pain on her right fist.

"Ow!" She cried.

"Yeah I can't even hit you because you're black and I'm white," Clarabelle acknowledged. "But that doesn't mean I can't defend myself and the world."

"Clarabelle....I got this," Cressida said as she approached them. As Cressida walked closer to Ms. Laurie, Cressida then grabbed Ms. Laurie tshirt, pulling Ms. Laurie towards her. "Listen you idiot," she said to her.

Ms. Laurie glanced at Cressida.

"I remember you stole my smartphone," Cressida said.

"Yes," Ms. Laurie said.

"Why did you stole it?"

"To get the crystal."

"Ohhh the crystal. Okay. Did you still think you still owned my smartphone?

"Oh absolutely."

"Absolutely?"

"Oh yeah I gave it to The Goddess."

"Well The Goddess actually gave it back to me."

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah she gave it back to me."

"Why?" Cressida wonders if she would tell me I'm the reason or not. Maybe not.

"No reason," Cressida told Ms. Laurie. "She just bring it back to me because teenagers can cause consequences to the world. You may think it's all a joke but you didn't realize when things happen, your life will be in danger. And when shit hits the fan, you'll die."

Ms. Laurie glances at the rest of us while still being pulled over by Cressida. "Alright could you please let go off my shirt?" Ms. Laurie asked Cressida.

"Would you promise to stop fighting with us?" Cressida asked.

"Yes," Ms. Laurie said.

"Alright...I'll let you go," Cressida lets go off Ms. Laurie's t-shirt softly.

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GET SUCKED LIKE A VACUUM BY THE GODDESS' OPEN MOUTH! CLEARING THE VISIBILITY! Ms. Laurie sighs. "Listen you guys," she says. "I [PLEASE INSERT ADDITIONAL WRITING] Let's keep the society where it is.

"That's what I like to hear," I said.

Ms. Laurie approached The Goddess of Washington, who folded her arms.

"I like to thank you for this opportunity to get the power," The Goddess said to Ms. Laurie. "But I'm very grateful that plan never happened."

"Me too thanks to the young women...as well as that young man right there," Ms. Laurie finger-pointing at me.

"Well I have to go and find some soul-searching," Ms. Laurie said.

[PLEASE INSERT ADDITIONAL WRITING] The Goddess then approached me again.

"Diarumid," she begins. "I just want to say...thanks. Thank you for opening my eyes to the consequences my plan will cause."

"You're welcome," I said as I half-smile.

"We should be celebrating gender equality and all shapes and sizes of our bodies."

"That's correct," I said.

"Hey Cressida what we should do next?" Clarabelle asked. "Celebrate or what?"

Then Cressida suddenly forgot something. "Holy shit my homework," Cressida said. "I gotta go," she quickly left. "I have tons of homework to do."

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Chapter 45 On a Saturday morning, Cressida sitting down at a dining table face to face with Ms. Nollypollon. It appears that Ms. Nollypollon has set up an intervention for her because of her mistakes that she has done. What makes matters even worse for Cressida is that her sister has been taken a trip to breakfast with their dad. Not that Ms. Nollypollon wanted to go to breakfast with them; she wants to have a private conversation with her older daughter, which is Cressida.

"So wait a minute," Ms. Nollypollon said as she leaned back against the dining chair. "You purchased a streaming music service."

"Yep," Cressida said with a nod and a sarcastic look on her face.

"Illegally?"

"Yeah- well I didn't purchased illegally."

"So what is it then?"

"Uhhh it's an illegal streaming service," Cressida chuckles like she's in trouble.

"Wait you have purchased an illegal streaming service?! How much did it cost per month?"

"You mean per day."

"PER DAY?! Do you even know they're owing you money for this illegal service every day?"

Cressida sighs. "Well I didn't know they're owning me money until I get a call from the company saying they owe me a hundred bucks."

"Cressida didn't you realize that it's a scam?!"

"Well not really...until now."

"UNTIL NOW?!"

"Uhhm....yeah." Cressida didn't seem upset but rather nervously chuckling."

"YOU PAID FOR A SCAMMING STREAMING SERVICE! A STREAMING SERVICE THAT STREAMS A WHOLE LOT OF YOUR WORTH TAKEN OUT OF YOUR STIKIN' POCKET!" Cressida didn't seem to be intimidating by her mom's scream but she Š 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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still felt she had to apologize.

"WHAT ARE YOU SMILING ABOUT, IT'S NOT FUNNY," Ms. Nollypollon sneer like an old white lady. "IT'S THERE SOMETHING YOU LIKE TO SAY ABOUT THAT, HOW ABOUT YOU BURNING THE MICROWAVE UP WHEN YOU TRY POPPING POPCORN FOR ALL OF US OR MISSING THE BUS SEVERAL TIMES OR THE REST OF THE MISTAKES THAT YOU MADE SO FAR!" Cressida then took a deep breath.

"SO TAKING A DEEP BREATH WILL SOLVE ALL OF YOUR PROBLEMS?!"

"No mom," Cressida as she slowly stopped chuckling. "I just want to say I'm sorry."

"SORRY FOR WHAT?!

"I'm sorry for the mistakes I made and I won't doing that again," Cressida apologized.

"THAT AIN'T ENOUGH! START EXPANDING IT!" Cressida sighs.

"YOU KEEP SIGHING ONE MORE TIME I'LL WHOOP YOUR ASS FOR REAL!" Cressida took a pause for a moment. "Alright, I'm sorry for paying for this bullshit streaming service, I'm sorry for burning the microwave, I'm sorry for missing the bus and I'm sorry for making the mistakes that I made."

"Alright you have been apologizing enough come here," Ms. Nollypollon gets up.

Cressida gets up as well.

They get off of the table and they hug each other. It was unexpected to Cressida. Unfortunately for her, her happy hug won't last long. Her underwear suddenly being pulled upwards from her back...to her shock. She then let go of her mom as she realized that her mom has PULLED A WEDGIE ON HER! "THERE HERE YOU GO YOU JUST LEARNED YOUR LESSON NOW DON'T MAKE THE SAME MISTAKES AGAIN!" Ms. Nollypollon shouted. "ALRIGHT LET'S MAKE A MOVE CRESSIDA!" Cressida exchanged another sarcastic look on her face. "ALRIGHT MOM!" Cressida started shouted. "IF YOU WANT TO SHOUT AT ME!" "THAT'S MY GIRL NOW GET MOVING!" © 2018 Malcolm Franokuski. All Rights Reserved.

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"ALRIGHT!" Cressida then walked upstairs to her bedroom.

Clarabelle realizing that she needs to clean her room before the inspectors come in: Clarabelle comes back to her bedroom and turns on the light and still see her room was still a mess. She originally like her room to be messy but after she realizing that she has to take responsibility for spilling the milk on the carpet and almost getting a B- on her test, she realizes that she needs to do something a bit better.

Flossie starts sportsmanship on the quiz show taping: On a Saturday morning, Flossie and her two quiz show teammates have finally made it to the final taping, taping in the quiz show production studio.

Inside there were three tables, each with three seats. All of which represents the school teams who are competing with. Flossie and her teammates sat down on the far-left table as the rest of tables starts being filled with other school teams of three classmates.

Flossie's dad brought over and he brought snacks (and plush toys, maybe) to the other two school teams. Flossie made snacks (and purchased plush toys).

After forfeit her evil plan and becomes good after hearing and understanding my words and explanation at the time she kidnapped me, The Goddess of Washington has been inspired by me to do good. She went into an office and gets copies of filing papers. She then went back home into her Rock Creek Park mansion with the copies and start filling the filling paperwork for a lawsuit that she's pursing against her former employer for sexual harassment.

The lawsuit – which has been reported by both The Washington Post and The Baltimore Sun – goes to The Department of Justice where she, whose legal name is Cadenza Globoinski, becomes the plaintiff while the four men, who sexual harass her, become the defendants.

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I was sitting down with a suit and tie on the front seat on the plaintiff's audience area, hoping that she will win.

"Alright Cadenza," Judge Wilson said as she looks through the filled-out papers on her desk. "You are filing a lawsuit for sexual harassment because..."

"Because my former employer doesn't respond to my sexual harassment experience in a positive way," Cadenza said.

"What did they do to you?" Judge Wilson asked as she glanced up at her.

"What did they do to me?"

"Yeah."

"They fired me instead of firing the people who is assaulting me.”

Judge Wilson turns around to the defendants. “Alright is this really the case at all?” she asked them.

The defendants act like look they’re clueless as apparently they don’t have nothing to defend this case.

In matter of days, Cadenza will give evidence to the judge and eventually the defendants admitted that they have a problem in their company, therefore the judge sides with Cadenza.

Afterwards, Cadenza walks out of the Department of Justice with a big smile on her face.

I followed her. “Congratulations,” I said to her with a hand shake.

“Well thank you,” she said to me while she shake hands with me. “And I really do appreiciate the words that you said to me when we’re at the lab.

And my mansion.”

“Yeah. I do explain to you a lot.”

“Well I gotta go, tell Cressida, Clarabelle, Flossie and Angelica to say hi to me, I’ll say hi to them back.”

“Alright Cadenza, aka The Goddess of Washington.”

She chuckles. “You can just call me Cadenza whatever you want. Okay.”

“Okay.” I then watched her walking away from him.

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Rock Creek Park. There, she teaches about the society norms, the society standards that we live in and the sexual harassment and the sexual assault and the sexual abuse that most of us have to deal with in our lives. And she teaches them in front of males and females, young and old.

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Chapter 46 On a Saturday evening, me and four of my best friends gathered on the restaurant called The Washington D.C. Cheeseburger Place, located on 7th Street NW near Chinatown and Gallery Place as well as a few blocks from the Walter E. Washington Convention Center.

Inside The Washington D.C. Cheeseburger Place we sat around a table; three seats on one side and two seats on the other side. I sat down in the middle chair in-between Cressida and Clarabelle on one side while Flossie and Angelica sat on the other side. We all ordered our food and since then we have been waiting for like almost ten minutes. Nevertheless, it's always a good time to talk in The Washington D.C. Cheeseburger Place while we wait for our orders.

"So how's everything you guys?" I asked them while looking around.

"Well everything is so far so good," Clarabelle said.

"So let's start with you Flossie," I said. "How was the quiz show competition going? Did you guys win?"

"No," she shook her head while smiling keeping her head up high, looking to the future. "But I'm showing some sportsmanship towards Cressida got a bit infuriated that Flossie show sportsmanship towards others but not towards her. "Oh so you won't show me sportsmanship when I kicked demon butts?" She asked Flossie.

Flossie got annoyed at her. "Alright congratulations Cressida you saved the world," she said it pathetic like she don't want to say it. "There. Happy?"

She asked with an ignorant attitude "Flossie that's pathetic," Cressida said.

"Oh pathetic. I think you can say congratulations "I'm not gonna say congratulations to you unless you sat congratulations to me again but in a nice way."

Flossie kiss her teeth and roll her eyes. "C'mon Cressida I'm not gonna say it in a nice way," she said.

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"In fact, I'm not gonna say congratulations to you at all," Flossie said as she continues arguing with Cressida. "Because you're the girl who can't get her shit together."

"Um ahem," I cleared my throat while simultaneously interrupting their argument.

Cressida and Flossie stopped and glare at me.

"Y'all should be congratulating each other without any backstabbing regardless of whether you guys like each other," I said. "I mean you both have a love-hate friendship right?"

Cressida and Flossie went quiet, apparently didn't want to answer the question.

Before they even answer my question, a waiter with blond hair approached the five of us with a big dish full of plate on one hand while carrying a restaurant stool on the other hand. "Here you go guys," she said as place the stool on the ground and unfold it while placing the dish on top of the stool. "Your dinner is served." She then brings our orders to each of us respectively. After that, the dish is completely empty. "Enjoy your meal," she said before lifting the dish on one hand and folded the story with the other hand.

"Thank you very much," we all said it together.

"You're welcome."

As the waiter leaves us for now, Cressida was wondering if I made my mind in choosing who is his best girlfriend. "I have a question: which one you would rather go with all the time?" She asked me.

"Me or Flossie?"

Before I answer the question, I got interrupted by Clarabelle "Well look who's coming to dinner with us?" Clarabelle asked.

We all looked to see who she's looking at; it was Birchard, who is approaching towards us from the other side with the same waiter who holds a menu on her right hand. Apparently, Birchard is a bit taller than the waiter.

"Birchard you coming to eat burgers with us?" I asked him.

"Um actually I went to this one simply for a cheeseburger before I even realize you guys are eating here," he said.

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chair from an empty table nearby and placed it underneath the same side of our table besides Flossie and Angelica, who scooch their chairs for him to join. "There," she continued. "That should do it. You can order whatever you like from our menu and I'll be back in a few minutes so you can take the time to choose wisely."

"Thank you mam," he said as he sits down on that same chair she just gave to him.

"So what's up Birchard?" Cressida asked.

"Yeah what brings you here?" Flossie asked him.

"Well I was bit walking around Chinatown and Gallery Place and I thought maybe I'll get some food over there at The Washington D.C. Cheeseburger Place," he said. "I didn't even know you guys are there so I was kinda surprised that I saw you guys sitting at a table."

"Well we tried to call you but it seems like the call kinda...not able to get through," I said.

"Oh yeah the phone system is down," he said. "We are having a phone outage in Baltimore-Washington."

"Oh really?" Angelica asked. "The entire phone line is down?"

"Today yeah."

"Oh sorry about that. We didn't know the phone "Yeah we weren't even sure if you're coming with us or not," Cressida said. "But we actually weren't aware of the phone line situation. Maybe we tried contacting e-mail."

"You think?" Flossie said to her.

"Don't worry about it Birchard," I said. "We should've thought of another way to communicate. At least you found us...even though we have already ordered our food."

"Oh that's okay I won't worry about it," he said. "I'll wait for my food while you guys eat this.”

“How about this: when our food is ready and served to us, let’s wait for Birchard to have his food ready and severed to him so we can all eat together.”

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“Yeah your idea is awesome,” Clarabelle said.

“What a brilliant idea,” Flossie said.

“Yeah I agree,” Angelica said.

“Oh good that’s a good idea Diarumid,” Birchard said.

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About Malcolm Franokuski Malcolm Franokuski is a writer since 2008. He is the author of The Carmine Case, A Vampire Bite, and other novels as well. He has also written short stories as well as stories that he left unfinished. Most of them published online and the rest of them didn’t.

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