Word Lovers Blog: A Short Story of Quaesitum

 QUAESITUM: pronounced kwee-sī-tum

Etymology: Latin, Definition: The Answer to a Problem, comes from Latin quaerere(to seek/ask)

The fluorescent lights of the library hummed, doing nothing to soothe my frazzled nerves. My perfectly manicured hand tapped an impatient rhythm on the open history textbook. My current obsession, my ultimate quaesitum, felt less like a research project and more like a mythical beast I was tasked with taming. Ms. Periwinkle’s assignment was brutal: uncover a forgotten aspect of Hugi City’s pre-founding history. Everyone else was picking some easy, well-documented fact, but I, Orangey, daughter of the President, had to find the unfindable. 😫

"Still wrestling with your ancient scroll, O?" Coco sauntered over, looking effortlessly cool in ripped jeans and a band tee, a stark contrast to my structured tweed blazer. "Thought you'd have that quaesitum licked by now." She nudged a pile of my meticulously organized index cards.

I sighed, adjusting my Prada headband. "It’s not just a scroll, Coco. It’s the very soul of Hugi City’s origins, shrouded in mystery! Every source leads to a dead end. This quaesitum is proving exceptionally stubborn." 😤 I pulled out my vintage compact, checking my lip gloss. Even under pressure, a diva maintains her sparkle.

Just then, the library doors burst open, and a cacophony of giggles and shouts followed. Kai, my annoying little brother, was leading his "Cool Kidz" crew in a very un-library-like game of tag. Em nearly took out a bookshelf, Elen looked unimpressed, Kathryn was trying to fix her hair, and Nina was just a whirlwind of joyful chaos. Kai spotted me. "Orangey! Found your lost treasure yet?" he yelled, grinning.

"Kai! Shhh!" I hissed, clutching my head. This quaesitum was already giving me a headache, I didn't need a side of sibling-induced migraine.

Later that evening, after a calming call with Aunt Sweet (she always knows how to center me🧘‍♀️), I finally had a breakthrough. My mom, the President, had mentioned a dusty old archive room in the Hugi City Historical Society, rarely accessed. It was a long shot, but what if my quaesitum lay hidden there, waiting for me? It was a wild idea, completely off the beaten path for a traditional research project, but then again, my family isn't exactly traditional. The thought sparked a new energy in me. This wasn't just about finding an answer; it was about the thrill of the chase, the unexpected journey to unearth the truth. My inner fashionista knew a bold move when she saw one. This was it. 🤩

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I HOPE YOU ENJOYED MY ORIGINAL SHORT STORY FEATURING ORANGEY AND HER FRIENDS! I ALSO HOPE THE WORD QUAESITUM IS STUCK IN YOUR HEAD AND YOU CAN DEFINE/SPELL IT LIKE A PRO! :D

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