CharaMystic by Shante` G.J.G (free e reader txt) 📕

I slammed the door quickly. I told Zane to get down and hide behind something. We both did. I could hear the cops running past the doors in a hurry.

Phew!

“I think it’s safe now.” Zane announced.

“Yeah I think so too.” I said breathing as heavily as I would after a race; or at least that’s what it felt like.

“Let me, let me get a minute.” I asked Zane.

“Ok, me too.” He said back, breathing just as hard.

About a minute in a half went by until I was ready to get back up. But I had to literally pick Zane up. I never noticed this before but Zane is really heavy. Especially for a 10 year old who’s not fat or even slightly overweight.

I wonder why he’s so heavy. I know he can’t be developing muscles because he’s still just a kid, not even middle school aged yet.

“So what do we do now Amethyst?”

“Um I don’t know. My whole plan was just to run. And we already did that.”

I began to look for another way out like maybe a back door or a door that leads to the next room over but there’s nothing, absolutely nothing.

“Ugh I don’t know how get out of here Zane.” I whined almost giving up.

“Hey check in the laundry room and see if they ran in there.” A forgein voice announced.

“Oh no! Their coming back down the hall.” I exclaimed worriedly.

“Whatta we do? Whatta we do? Whatta we do?” I continued frantically pacing around the room thinking were doomed.

“Here give me a boost.” Zane asked me sounding assured.

“What?” I responed in return.

“Do you trust me?”

I paused for a second because I realized I’ve never actually admitted to Zane if I did trust him or not.

“Yeah I do.” I replied.

“Then give me a boost.” He asked me again.

So I did and his plan was to go through the vents.

“This is not gonna work. Stuff like this only works in movies.” I protested.

“Trust me.”

“What are you gonna do, unscrew it with your finger nails.” I said a little skeptically.

*Drop drop*

My jaw dropped. I can’t believe this; he just ripped the vent cover off with his bare hands. This boy really is strong.

He climbed up into the vent then reached down to grab me. He told me to grab the steel cover too so I did. Suddenly I heard keys jingling to open the laundry door.

“Come on Amethyst. Hurry up. There coming.” Zane cried.

At first I refused to put the dirty steel cover in my mouth but seeing how close we were to being caught I just did it and Zane pulled me up. And he did it with such ease. I was truly impressed as usual with his strength. These S.W.I.F.T people really knew what they were doing.

I put the cover back over the vent. Then the door opened. We stood still.

“Are they in there?” One cop asked.

The cop turned on the lights and scanned the room. He uncovered every blanket he saw over large objects. He was checking to see if we were hiding inside of anything.

“No.” Replied the cop who opened the door.

And just as he was about to leave a sound came from Zane’s backpack.

“Rooooaaaar!”

My eyes bulged and looked up at Zane with a what the heck was that look on my face.

We saw the cop look up at us.

“There in the vents. There in the vents.” He shouted to the other cops signifying the urgency of our predicament.

“ZANE GO!” I shouted.

He started crawling quickly. I rushed too, so quickly I accidently kicked the steel cover and it fell through and hit the cop on his head.

“Oops sorry.” I said apologizing but secretly snickered on the inside.

Zane lead the way out the tunnels through my guidance with these odd captions that keep appearing in head. There like dreams of the future or something. I don’t know, I can’t explain it.

We finally get to where we need to be at least according to these visual flashes in my head. We’re above some kind of recreational room or something. Zane punched through the vent and we jumped down. I looked around the room then listen outside the door to make sure the cops aren’t on our trail.

“Hey.” I said trying to gain Zane’s attention.

“Yeah.”

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“Hello, that roaring sound back there.”

“Oh that was Mr. WildCat.”

“Eh? Mr.WildCat?”

“Yeah he’s my - ”

“Oh you mean that teddy bear I that’s on your - ”

“He’s not a teddy bear. He’s a liger. He’s the most ferocious animal on dried land.” Zane Snapped.

Whoa. Touchy.

“Saa-riee, didn’t know.”

“And I know what you’re thinking, that ligers don’t exist. But they do. There are about 80 kept in captivity in the whole world; because ligers are too big and too dangerous to be kept alongside other natural species to be released into the wild. They’ll mess up the balance.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t believe in them. I know they exist. Napoleon Dynamite said they did. And anything that guy says must be true and funny.” I said jokingly back.

“Who?”

“Never mind, let’s just get out of here.”

I was about to walk to the door to see if it was clear to leave when I heard talking coming from the other side of it. It sounded kind of loud and coming from some kind of megaphone or microphone. That’s when it hit me that we’re inside the auditorium. We’re inside a room to the side of the stage against the right side of the wal. I slowly cracked the door to get a peak of what’s going on and it seemed graduates were being called up. I soon realized that their on the letter D.

Oh no. I’m coming up soon since my last name begins with F and there aren’t that many last names that begin with the letter E.

And just my luck, the cops caught me peeking out from behind the door. At this point I could see a whole quadrant of police officers stationed at nearly every corner, nook and cranny of the auditorium.

I slammed the door shut.

“Shoot shoot shoot.” I cursed.

“What? What did you see?” Zane asked.

“That stupid jerky cop from before just saw me. Damn.” I was angry.

“Hey there’s another door back here.” Zane announced to me. I turned around.

“Oh cool but – but all that stuff in in the way. I can’t lift that. But wait. You can. Can you Zane?”

“This is cake!” He said feeling cocky.

Once again Zane proved his strength to not only be useful but always on the money. Zane and I went through the other door. Zane brought the big piece of wood blocking the door to our side and put it in front of the door so it would block the cops from getting through.

“Good thinking!” I said to Zane. He smiled blushingly.

We were backstage behind everything. Zane and I were looking for a way through to the other side where all the graduates were. It was really hard because it was so dark backstage. None of the lights were on.

“Lashawna Fabioun.” Called out the principle.

“Oh no no no no. I’m about to be next.” I answered worried, freaking out.

“No way. You’re going to graduate today.” Zane said with fired up furry.

He started charging through objects pushing them aside. He was making a lot of noise but at least he was stalling the principle with the unrecognizable racket.

“I cleared a path Amethyst.” Zane said.

“Rebecca Feeling.” Announced the principle again.

“No stop. I’m a graduate. My name is about to be called.” I shouted to the cop holding me about to handcuff me.

Zane then got captured too. “She’s telling the truth. She’s a graduate. She has to get up there now.” Zane said trying to help my pled.

“Yeah yeah I’m a graduate too.” Teased the cop.

“Yeah about 15 years ago.” Taunted another.

“We’re gonna take you two to the holding cell.” Said the original cop.

I was still struggling with the handcuffs just as Zane was.

“This is a college there are no holding cells.” I corrected the cop.

“Oh there is one today.” The first cop antagonized.

“Amethyst Fields.” Announced the principle.

“Grrrr nooooo.” I shouted.

I’m not sure what happened next all I know is that somehow the police officers all rose in the air and were tossed aside like magic.

“Amethyst Fields.” The principle repeated.

“Go Amethyst go.”

I swear if I were on a track right now I’m sure I broke some kind of record because I jetted out from behind the stage and onto the main stage in what felt like 3 milliseconds. The principle was just about to call Steve Fifosol’s name. But I managed to shout here and get around to sneaking in line with the graduates without too many people noticing. My hair was a little bit frizzed and I was sweating a little but at that moment I didn’t care because I was just so happy I got my diploma. The crowd was cheering super loudly, especially my mom.

“That’s my baby! That’s my baby! She made it! My baby made it! Woo woo!”

I as a bit embarrassed and I could see that the people next to her were a little scared. They were actually trying to move their seats away from my mom.

Next, as I stared into the crowd, I fist-pumped my diploma into the air and cheered.

“Thank God! I made it to graduation!” I said out loud.

And no one looked at me funny this time.

I walked off stage and sat in my seat enjoying the rest of graduation. After we switched our tassels, threw up our hats and had everyone try to grab their exact hat; I said my last goodbyes to as much of my friends as I could find. Everyone was happy telling one another to call, Facebook, text, IM, email and everything else to one another.

No one ever says this out loud but although graduation fills me with happiness, it is also sad. Most people say they’ll write but we all know they won’t or I’ll stop after a while. Next you have to grow up, get a job, start a career, get married, have kids, be responsible, the works. But even though I know a lot more is expected of me as of right now and it’s kind of scary; I know I’ll be ok because I have friends and family who will always be there for me. So in the end I’m actually happy. I finally get to be a grown up.

“Hey Speedy Gonzales.” Said a voice.

I removed my attention from the group I was with to focus on whose mouth that sentence just came from although I think I already know.

“Lion!” I shouted with a huge smile on my face.

“You dropped something earlier.” He said handing me this really shinny crystal.

It’s the chrysalis. How did he get it?

I took it from him