You were climbing a mango tree, your school's mango tree. Your friend stays on the ground, ready to catch the mangos. You look back at your friend for the broom, so she hands you the janitor's broom. You started to swing the broom towards the mangos.

After a while, you both got plenty. Your friend brought in the mangos so your classmates could enjoy it. A grim voice came from behind you. It's Ezekiel, the student council president.

"Exactly what're you doing?" He furrows his brows.