The Hubby Hold (IQ Testing Book 2) by Ipam Read Free Book Online Page A

eyelashes at Rincon and the wall. It shimmies in the color of bluish-indigo from the mixture of yellow ragweed pollen and the floating flakes of purple irises, forming a wall of blue, like the next color tone on the chart of blue. I whisper. “He’s correct. This is some type of disguise, or disgust, faking out the dumb teens, not the smart teens.”
    I exhale then stomp towards the red dancing dust, drifting from the flowers and ragweed. I wipe the red dust from the wall, feeling the solid object, cupping my hands. The interior of the barrier is dull, gray skies and dark brown soil. It is an open flat field, without crops, surrounded by a forest of thick trees. I gasp. “The teens are throwing tomahawks at the tall barked trees, having fun, again.” I growl with jealousy. “I’m having misery, double portions. The teens are laughing, dancing, and eating food, too. I don’t recognize any of the teen faces, either. Yes. This is the red color tone. The teens would have advanced from the orange color tone, or failed and fallen back down from the green color tone, or stayed within the red color tone. I do not know these teens.” I nod, back stepping, studying the landscape. “The ragweed rows parallel the barrier wall, producing the yellow pollen dust. The diagonal rows, forming a triangle of pretty flowers, are producing some type of green powder from the green fluttering leaves and hairy stems. Therefore, the yellow pollen and green powder mix, producing the red dust. So, the red dust drifts and covers up the red barrier wall, again, faking out the dumb teens, no me.” I gasp. “Yellow and green color make red. So, brown and yellow make…orange. Rincon is wrong.”
    I spin and run back down the ragweed rows, passing the yellow barrier wall.
    I stop at the wall intersection, showing the yellow dancing dust and the red dancing dust. I squat, collecting the brown dried flowers, first, then shake the yellow pollen over the flowers. I crush the two objects, together, inside my palms, keeping them closed.
    I exhale, closing my eyelashes, fearing the color image. Then, I blink open my eyelashes, slowly opening my palms. I gasp. “The color combination is a dull, dull red tint, but the color is clearly orange, not red.” I swing to the barrier wall, narrowing my eyelashes. “The color looks almost like red, but slightly more lighter and duller than a true red tone. This is the orange barrier wall.” I drop my chin into my chest, sobbing with defeat. “Buffo is still trapped inside the orange color tone, within the orange park place, inside the orange barrier wall. He has failed, again. And, now, Duchie has purposefully failed the red color tone to be with my guy.” I stomp the ugly flowers, not caring, if they are toxin to my body.
    I feel betrayed by Duchie. I feel disappointment in Buffo. I feel sadness for me.
    I grin, feeling revengeful.
    I swing and huff in the direction of the loose huddle of Marsilla, Lamis, and Nephella. I scan the rows of pretty flowers then squeeze between Marsilla and Lamis, growling. “Where is Duchie? Has anyone seen Duchie? Did Duchie leave the park place, before me? Is she running through the tulips bare footed, like the teen idiots, over there?”
    Lamis frowns with annoyance. “I have not seen Duchie, either. She could be with some of the other teens. She’s very sociable and likable, getting along with everyone. I love Duchie, too. I haven’t seen her, here, either. She’s smart, so she must be somewhere, picking out her flower bouquet. I gathered my flower bouquet, too, since that’s the only thing to do, here, inside the green park place. However, I’m ready to leave. So, the more important question, how do we get outta here? What’s ‘the thing’ to do, here, inside the green color tone? We all need to go back into the Cubby Hole.”
    Rincon back steps, smiling from the barrier wall. “I can’t see anything. I was so certain that I would be able to see the next park