It all started at school during the daytime, because that's so original.

It was lunch time, and several kids were sitting at the blue tables outside, with Connor, Amaya and Greg sitting together at one.

"I brought some leftovers from last night's dinner," Amaya said, opening her lunchbox, revealing a square plastic container with franks and beans inside, "it was just so good, I'm glad I got to have some more today."

Shortly after everyone was finishing up, the teacher walked to the tables.

"Children, may I have your attention?" Teacher said, "As some of you in the gardening club skills know, we grew our own vegetables. But our bean plants and heads of cabbage seem to be missing. I'm sure it was just some pesky rodents that wanted a snack. Also, I'd like you to follow me to the play area so you can stretch your bodies before we begin our activities."

Everyone got up from their tables and followed him.

Amaya heard her tummy make gurgling noises and also felt a bit of pressure from inside the lower part of it.

"Fluttering feathers," she said, putting her hands on her belly. She figured if she ignored the feeling, it would go away.

"Hey, Amaya," called Connor, "you coming?"

"Yeah," said Amaya, and she hurried over to the group by the play area.

"Everybody ready?" The teacher asked all the children gathered around in front of him.

"I'll pick someone to lead us," Teacher said, "how about... Amaya?"

"Ok," Amaya said, walking briskly around everyone to make her way to the front, and stood in front of the kids, with the teacher behind her.

"Alright, everyone," Amaya said, "let's start with side bends!"

She put one hand on her hip and leaned over to the side with her other arm curved next to her head, with everyone following along.

"Now hamstring stretch," Amaya said, before bending down to touch her toes, but this was when her luck turned bad, and as she bent down, a little poot escaped her, causing the other kids to giggle, which then broke out into louder laughter.

"Oh, man" she heard one boy shout, "she cut the cheese!"

When she looked at the kids, she saw that even Connor and Greg were laughing as well. Her cheeks turned as red as her outfit, and she ran off to hide beside the school entrance. The teacher looked uneasy and turned his head to one side.

"We'll get her," Connor told the teacher, and he and Greg ran to Amaya, who was hiding behind the wall next to the entrance steps.

"Amaya," Connor said, "are you ok?"

"Besides completely embarrassing myself in front of the entire class, who are going to make fun of me all day?" Amaya answered, "I'd say I don't want to show my face ever again."

"It's no big deal," Connor told her, "everyone does it."

"Nobody's going to make fun of you," Greg tried to assure her, "I'm sure they've already forgotten about it."

Amaya got up, hoping he was right, and started walking back to class.

"So far so, so good," she muttered. She took her seat while the teacher was about to start science class.

"Well, if it isn't Miss Tooty McStinkpants..." Cameron teased. Amaya looked embarrassed.

Connor and Greg knew that they had to stick up for Amaya this time.

"Come on, Cameron," Connor said, "it was just an accident."

"Now," said Teacher, "who could come up to our chart of the human digestive tract and tell me which organ is the small intestine and which is the colon? How about you, Aurora?"

"Well, Teacher," said a blonde girl with her hair in two buns, resting her chin on her hand with her elbow on the desk, gesturing at a certain classmate with her other, "maybe you oughta ask Amaya instead, you know, since she's the expert on that."

The class broke out in laughter with the exception of Connor, Amaya, Greg and Teacher.

"Now, class," Teacher said, "I know you all may think what happened to Amaya today was amusing, but I assure you, it is not. Expulsion of gas is just a perfectly natural part of our body's digestion cycle. It's nothing to poke fun at, and nothing to be ashamed of. Now, Aurora, please come up to the front of the room, and point out the correct organs on the fart. I mean chart, I'm sor - I'm sor - I meant chart."

The class broke out into laughter again.