Free The Cubby Hole (IQ Testing Book 1) by Ipam

mate they produce a me-chee. Now we all know the sexual procedure, folks,” laughs with the others.
    “Ouch!” Jara frowns with fury then lifts her leg onto the bench. “Dang, an ant bit it nasty fangs into my foot.”
    Rincon says. “You’re supposed to assemble in the matching boots with your silver cat suit which would have protected your naked feet against Mother Nature’s crawling critters, Jara.”
    Java frowns with pain. “Well, I didn’t. I like my high heels. They glowed with the silver material. I don’t know that I was going to be a rotating quasar of brilliant colors. Gosh, I wished my mama had tattled to me about freaking Citizenship Day…”
    Duchie laughs. “Ketona’s worn dull brown cowgirl boots clashes with the bright yellow.”
    I swallow the food then smile. “It won’t clash with the pretty orange which will be my next accomplishment, soonest.”
    A female schooler dashes by our table, yelling with fear. “Ants, the rear tables are covered in fire ants…”
    I stand, gasping. “The dirt soil is covered in red ants. They marching over the tables and benches and the picnic tables too.”
    Hatch stands, gasping. “Those are the biggest dang red ants I have ever seen…”
    Duchie stands and smiles. “It is rather a pretty picture with the swarm of red flowing over the green plants then the brown wooden tables. The whole picture looks rich midnight crawling blackness...”
    Rincon whispers and step backs from the table, shaking his curls. “I do not like ants.”
    Female: tall, short black hair, pale skin, skin tattoos; pierced ears, nostrils, and eyebrows. She stands on top of the picnic table, fingering the high mountains behind the swarm of red ants, saying. “The ants migrate down from the cool mountains then build a series of great big tall one story ant hills then lay their eggs. They hang around for about a month or two then retreat back home with their young’uns. We’re sitting and eating lunch within their private nesting territory,” squats then burns the single fire ant crawling upon her eating table with the lighted cigar. She laughs an evil tone as it fires then wiggles in pain.
    Marsilla leans into Ketona. “Who is she?”
    I frown with puzzlement. “One of the nasty schoolers from the outer cities,” I watch her light another crawling fire ant upon her picnic table as the poor creature burns and wiggles in pain. She laughs and rebel yells as I cringe with mental and physical pain for the suffering insects.
    Buffo hugs Ketona whispering. “Time to go back and finish this and got our new jobs,” dragging her for safety.
    We swing away from the tables and ants jogging towards the opening of the pink room of mirrors.
    Lamis frowns with fear. “It’s time to leave and return to the Cubby Hole, ya’ll,” swings then jogs to the opening also.
     
    Yellow room of mirrors.
    The smart teens rush and race then slide into their individual me-chee chairs. Rincon and his me-chair drop first down the flooring when I laugh at his chicken stew performance.
    I enter the room stopping inside the archway and panting for air from my swift job. I swing towards the landscape. The non-smart teens are tossing rocks at the ants when I exhale that the childish act. Now I understand. No teen will be harmed by Mother Nature as stated by both Buffo and Rincon. My BPs did not explain all the rules of the Citizenship Day making me both miffed and annoyed at the lack of datum information.
    I swing around examining the room. A room of mirrors. I giggle seeing my ugly red colored distorted face from both sweat and fear reflecting in the mirror. The design of the room peaks my kitty-cat curiosity then I view the landscape. The particular location of yellow park place peaks my kitty-cat curiosity too. I swing to the room again.
    The room is smooth and warm being heated from the steaming me-chee chairs, kindly familiar since the design duplicates the pink room of mirrors. I feel comfortable but