Free The Hubby Hold (IQ Testing Book 2) by Ipam Page B

scan the room, half-empty with the me-chee chairs. “Some of the teens have figured it out, and some have not. Look, let’s walk back down another cotton row, and see what we can find.”
    Lamis nods then slowly spins towards the opening, staring at the floor.

Chapter 8
    Cotton row
     
    I exhale, slowly pacing, feeling, too much, defeat on Citizenship Day. I understand, why some of the teens want to stay put inside the current color tone, accepting their fate, without the fight.
    However, I am not one of those teens, neither is Lamis, or Buffo.
    I lead out the opening, walking towards the cotton rows, not waiting on Lamis. I slowly fling the annoying long stems of the cotton plants away from my body with determination of leaving the red room of mirrors.
    Now, I understand. This is more a psychology game rather than a IQ test. You are required to overcome your deep desire, to give up and stay put, inside the current color tone by answering the easiest academic question, only. The name of the current color of the me-chee.
    I shake my curls and the plant leaves from my face, whispering. “I am not giving up. I am reaching Buffo and beating up Duchie, a twofer.”
    Lamis paces behind Ketona, down the parallel row.
    I scream, halting then back stepping. “Spider, spider, spider…”
    Lamis giggles and moves toward Ketona, leaning over the top of the plants, saying. “That’s a banana spider. Spiders are used as natural pesticides, eating the nasty boll weevils, which eat the precious cotton seeds. The spiders are one of Mother Nature’s best friends to us. They’re called banana spiders, because of the yellow bodies and slender frame. The female spider is the largest non-tarantula-like spider, here, in our township. She’s a good size, too, about three inches long with yellow spots of orange mixed into her yellow silk slender body,” she smiles and points at the spider, not scaring her. “Banana spiders are really wonderful creatures. Actually, they are shy and harmless to us. If bitten, it feels like a pinch and then some redness, kinda like a bee sting. I got plenty of them, too. See, the big spider web. That sucker is about three feet wide between the rows of plants, catching the flight paths of other insects…”
    “And me,” I growl.”
    She giggles. “Naw, Ketona. The web possesses a golden tint, like the bright sunlight, acting as camouflage from the poor flying insect. Then zap, it’s stuck and caught. The banana spider web is, specifically, woven at body chest level of a person, sometimes, higher for capturing mosquitoes, grasshoppers, stinkbugs, bees, butterflies, flies, moths, wasps, beetles, and dragonflies. However, banana spiders are afraid of cockroaches, since the cockroach is fast moving and large…”
    I exhale, nodding. “Me, too! Look, all your datum is cool, Lamis.” I back step, panting from fright then halt a safe distance from the spider. I softly clap and nod. “Okay, you said it, first, being really smart, Lamis. The spider’s shy and won’t attack and bite us, like a snake. So, this is ‘the thing’ that we gotta do.”
    Lamis frowns at the spider then Ketona. “ ‘The thing’ to do, what are we going to do, here?”
    I finger the spider. “We…you…me are going to move the dang spider from its web, or present home base, not destroy the spider web...”
    “How are we going to do that, Ketona!?”
    I exhale, thinking of a solution, being anxious to leave the red color tone. I nod, breaking the stem from the plant. I wave the short branch around my face. “We, just, kinda scoot our new friend to the side, out of the way of our bodies…”
    “We gotta run through the web. Naw, you’re crazy, Ketona.”
    I exhale, nodding. “So, tell me, what’s ‘the thing’ to do here, inside a cotton field? Eat lunch?”
    Lamis scans the cotton rows, saying. “I see some of the teens, huddling in certain spots. I guess, they have run upon another banana spider. This is their home.