stationary inside the color tone of red. If you, incorrectly, answer two-fourths of the academic questions, then you will slip back into the color of orange. The first question, what is the color tone of the me-chee, inside the Cubby Hole, presently?”
I exhale, wiggling with nervousness and indecision.
Rincon is cute and gentlemanly.
Buffo is cute and gentlemanly, too.
Rincon is sweet and tender.
Buffo is sweet and tender, too.
I exhale. “My answer is…green.”
The me-chee says. “A star ship orbits the planet, moving in a circle, experiencing a gravitational force in relationship to the planet. If the star ship reduces its thrusters then slides down into a new orbit of a smaller radius, how does the gravitational force and speed affect the star ship?”
I exhale. “My answer is…not affected.”
Rincon kisses, good.
Buffo kisses, good, too.
Rincon is advancing into the golden circle.
Buffo is advancing into the golden circle, too.
The me-chee says. “The first of the year 2160, the world is populated at 2.6 billion. Assuming a growth rate of 3 percent, the population of the world, in billions, for z years after 2160, what is the population equation? Do not calculate the answer for the word problem.”
I exhale. “My answer is…p equals z times (2.6 times .03).”
Rincon loves me.
Buffo loves me, too.
The m-chee says. “A circle has a circumference of 16 feet. What is the radius of the circle, in feet?”
I say. “My answer is…nine.”
I giggle, seeing my me-chee chair turn bright orange. The fabrics wrap around my body.
The me-chee chair dumps down into the dark tunnel, as I scream with excitement and happiness.
Chapter 10
Orange room of mirrors
I sail from the dark tunnel then emerge into the room of mirrors. I wiggle side to side with excitement, going to seek and search for Buffo.
I missed him, so much. I love him, so much more. I chose him, forever.
The chair jolts then releases me.
I scoot from the chair, galloping towards the orange wall, slapping it silly.
The opening reveals yellow dirt and brown boulders.
I slowly walk into the dirt, stirring up tiny dusters from my boot prints.
The skyline is blue, melting down into the brown boulders. The air is dry, making me, immediately, thirsty for cold water.
I touch my throat, turning to my left, slowly strolling along the yellow dirt. I scoot around a rock, the size of an eating table for four adults, then veer towards the left some more. I slowly walk towards the edge of the yellow soil.
I gasp with fear.
I’m on a mountain side, not a sharp peak, not a flat tabletop, not an inner forest, but, lots of yellow dirt and lots of tall and wide non-moving brown boulders.
I slowly back pedal from the sloping drop, which could land my face onto another pile of rocks. I giggle with my silly mental thoughts then slam into the object.
I swing around.
A row of small four-wheeled terrain vehicles holds two persons, a steering wheel, a tiny fluttering cloth rooftop, and two webbing nets for some real yahoo fun.
I giggle, touching and caressing the smooth metal on the rooftop.
The cupped hand slaps my collar bone, when I gasp with shock.
“Ketona! Ketona!” Buffo dashes from the opening of the room of mirrors, extending his arms, smiling. He slides then slaps the back muscles of the unfamiliar male, blocking and touching his girl. He grabs the biceps of the male, shoving him into the tree bark. “Ketona,” Buffo tucks his hands under her armpits then swings Ketona around in circle for both fun and love. He completes the circle, bringing her face into his face. He deeply kisses her lips, holding the pose, forever.
Buffo pulls back then smiles.
I pant then exhale, catching my breath. I giggle and smile.
Buffo lowers Ketona down to the yellow dirt, making tiny dust swirls in the air.
I can’t stop grinning, giggling between his biceps.
He whispers. “You’re here. I was so worried that you fell back down into the yellow
I exhale, wiggling with nervousness and indecision.
Rincon is cute and gentlemanly.
Buffo is cute and gentlemanly, too.
Rincon is sweet and tender.
Buffo is sweet and tender, too.
I exhale. “My answer is…green.”
The me-chee says. “A star ship orbits the planet, moving in a circle, experiencing a gravitational force in relationship to the planet. If the star ship reduces its thrusters then slides down into a new orbit of a smaller radius, how does the gravitational force and speed affect the star ship?”
I exhale. “My answer is…not affected.”
Rincon kisses, good.
Buffo kisses, good, too.
Rincon is advancing into the golden circle.
Buffo is advancing into the golden circle, too.
The me-chee says. “The first of the year 2160, the world is populated at 2.6 billion. Assuming a growth rate of 3 percent, the population of the world, in billions, for z years after 2160, what is the population equation? Do not calculate the answer for the word problem.”
I exhale. “My answer is…p equals z times (2.6 times .03).”
Rincon loves me.
Buffo loves me, too.
The m-chee says. “A circle has a circumference of 16 feet. What is the radius of the circle, in feet?”
I say. “My answer is…nine.”
I giggle, seeing my me-chee chair turn bright orange. The fabrics wrap around my body.
The me-chee chair dumps down into the dark tunnel, as I scream with excitement and happiness.
Chapter 10
Orange room of mirrors
I sail from the dark tunnel then emerge into the room of mirrors. I wiggle side to side with excitement, going to seek and search for Buffo.
I missed him, so much. I love him, so much more. I chose him, forever.
The chair jolts then releases me.
I scoot from the chair, galloping towards the orange wall, slapping it silly.
The opening reveals yellow dirt and brown boulders.
I slowly walk into the dirt, stirring up tiny dusters from my boot prints.
The skyline is blue, melting down into the brown boulders. The air is dry, making me, immediately, thirsty for cold water.
I touch my throat, turning to my left, slowly strolling along the yellow dirt. I scoot around a rock, the size of an eating table for four adults, then veer towards the left some more. I slowly walk towards the edge of the yellow soil.
I gasp with fear.
I’m on a mountain side, not a sharp peak, not a flat tabletop, not an inner forest, but, lots of yellow dirt and lots of tall and wide non-moving brown boulders.
I slowly back pedal from the sloping drop, which could land my face onto another pile of rocks. I giggle with my silly mental thoughts then slam into the object.
I swing around.
A row of small four-wheeled terrain vehicles holds two persons, a steering wheel, a tiny fluttering cloth rooftop, and two webbing nets for some real yahoo fun.
I giggle, touching and caressing the smooth metal on the rooftop.
The cupped hand slaps my collar bone, when I gasp with shock.
“Ketona! Ketona!” Buffo dashes from the opening of the room of mirrors, extending his arms, smiling. He slides then slaps the back muscles of the unfamiliar male, blocking and touching his girl. He grabs the biceps of the male, shoving him into the tree bark. “Ketona,” Buffo tucks his hands under her armpits then swings Ketona around in circle for both fun and love. He completes the circle, bringing her face into his face. He deeply kisses her lips, holding the pose, forever.
Buffo pulls back then smiles.
I pant then exhale, catching my breath. I giggle and smile.
Buffo lowers Ketona down to the yellow dirt, making tiny dust swirls in the air.
I can’t stop grinning, giggling between his biceps.
He whispers. “You’re here. I was so worried that you fell back down into the yellow
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