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Amethyst Fields is sort of the pretty and trusted sidekick type of character and her best friend Reenee usually plays the outgoing heroin, but Amethyst life changed when she and Reenee arrived to the biggest party of the century, that's Cassandra Carvera's (their arch enemy) end of the year graduation/birthday party. Everything was going great so far, Amethyst and Reenee were hatching the ultimate pay-back scheme to ruin Cassandra's reputation; but things soon went wrong when a very interesting interruption occurred at the party. And now Amethyst has a secret that she must keep or it could potential cause many people to be hurt or worse. But of course being the the pretty and smart girl that she is, she makes friends with 4 other individuals who just so happen to have the same exact secret she does but with these new-found secrets and abilities can these 5 young people handle the secrets from their past that were always meant to stay forgotten. Because now the secret organization called S.W.I.F.T that changed their lives, has finally had enough of their interference; so now their going to play dirty. And there is no where to wash it off.
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the worse is finally over.
“Ok, come with me. Zane’s in his room right now. And I’m sorry about the stare down. I had to make sure you weren’t dangerous to my baby.”
“That’s…..ok.” I was still a little shaken up. This lady was definitely scary.
I followed her up the stairs into the halls of this still surprisingly tasteful building. I looked around and saw a lot of children; from infants to kids my age running around being loud and having fun with each other. Some of the smaller children waved to me overzealously excited. The bigger kids just either ignored my presence or took only a single glance at me. The middle children were running around screaming like maniacs disregarding that I was even there. But some were behaving properly in front of my company.
“Ciara! Marissa! Stop running we have a guest.”
“Sorry Mrs.Gardner.” The two little girls spoke in sync sounding almost like a voicemail recording. Then they started to speed walked past us giggling like the little girls they were.
Mrs.Gardner guided me the rest of the way to Zane’s room.
“He’s in here.”
*Knock knock*
“Zane you have a guest.”
I peered into his room and I cannot believe what I saw. I don’t know if the word grounded has changed since I was 10 but whatever it is called now I want it.
In Zane’s room were a bunch of different game consoles and toys. His room was stocked with a Nintendo Wii, a PS3, a basketball hoop, soldiers, a huge train set and about 3 boxes of the Magnetix building set. He even had a drum set.
How could a foster home afford all of this?
He was playing with the train set when we walked in.
Zane gasped then propped up quickly and rushed over to us.
“So you do know this young lady Zane?”
“Yes, I went to her graduation remember. I told you that. I told you I wasn’t lying.”
“Yes I can see that now. Zane, miss…Amethyst was it?” I nodded yes. “Wants to take you out for ice cream. Do you want to go with her today?” Mrs. Gardner asked ruffling his hair.
He looked up at me brushing Mrs. Gardner hand off of his head. His expression said really, you really want to take me out with you.
“Yes! Can I go?” He asked looking in Mrs. Gardner’s direction.
“Uh huh.”
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Zane started prancing all around the room gathering his shoes and that teddy bear bag thing again.
“As long……as you come back home this time.” She warned jokingly. I think.
“Yes I promise.” He gave Mrs. Gardner a huge hug and told her that he was going to be good and that he loved her. Then we left. She told me to be back by 6 in time for dinner. I agreed.
That’s kind of weird, Zane telling his foster mother that he loved her. I didn’t think foster homes were that close. I’ve heard so many terrible stories about them. Then again that night when Zane spilled his guts to me he did speak very highly of his foster mother. Actually now that I think about it she was the only person he actually mentioned from the foster home. Is he not close to any of the other children? Well he is a 10 years old boy that still walks around with a stuffed bear….wait, excuse me, liger.
“Are we really going to get ice scream Amethyst?”
“Yeah I thought it’d be nice if we caught up. I have a few questions to ask you.”
He just skipped happily alongside me holding the straps to his liger.
“Oh and what happened to the cellphone I gave you. I tried texting you a few days ago but you didn’t respond.”
“Oh it’s right here.” He took it out of his liger’s zipped pocket part.
“The batteries died though. You never gave me the charger.”
Oh right I didn’t.
I took it from him and put it in my Precious Moments backpack.
“I’ll go to my house later and give it to you ok.”
“Ok.”
He skipped and smiled some more; then started humming.
“So what did you want to ask me?”
“It’s about these visions I keep having. I mean I haven’t had any since Monday went I was at the beach with my friends; but I’m just curious. I think I might be psychic. And I know how crazy that sounds but with all the things I’ve seen lately I pretty much can believe anything. Plus I know what you said about how someone can’t obtain any powers without the injections but I really don’t believe I was ever kidnapped or exposed. I don’t even know how but I got these powers somehow and it had to have been that night we meet, when we fought Senya. The Chrysalis engulfed me and I had powers momentarily, like telekinesis or something. I remember and – Zane? Zane! Where are you?
I looked around my surroundings and saw no sign of him anywhere. That’s when I also realized I’ve been talking to myself for about 15 minutes.
“Amethyst! Amethyst, hurry up. I’m waiting.”
He was sticking his head out of the ice cream shop gesturing me to come over. I was a little baffled at how he got over their so fast without me even noticing. But I guess that happens when I’m lost in my own curiosity.
“I’m coming Zane. Hold the door.” I began to shuffle to the end of the street racing to the ice cream shop.
Zane and I ordered. I told him to get whatever he wanted and whatever how much he wanted. I got my favorite, the triple chocolate rehab. It’s a bowl filled with chocolate ice cream, chocolate chips and chocolate syrup. It usually comes in a cone but you get way more for the same price in a bowl. But Zane’s order amazed me; he ordered so much. At first he just ordered a basic pistachio ice cream cone, but with some motivation from me he racked up on his order. He asked for the pistachio mega mixer. This is basically one of those build-it-yourself orders with any flavor. But he just wanted pistachio. I swear he got nearly every topping with a double deep deluxe scooping of pistachio. This kid was like a bottomless pit.
I guess this might be because he’s lived in a foster home for a really long time. I didn’t know how long exactly, he never answered me when I asked him that about a week ago. But I do know he must never get a chance to splurge like this since he probably has to share a lot in the foster home. But it’s ok because seeing the smile on his face now is enough.
Sitting here watching Zane get so excited, eating his ice-cream makes me want to enjoy the moment with him; so I decided not to bring up my questions again. I just want to enjoy this precious moment. Besides I couldn’t get word in anyways he just kept talking. But I liked it. He was pretty funny.
We sat at the top right corner of the ice-cream shop closest to the register. I didn’t realize it but someone who I actually wanted to meet up with again in the future walked in and started ordering. But since I didn’t realize it yet my attention was still on Zane.
“Yeah can I get an order of the chocolate supreme…..with sprinkles?”
“Yes you may. And what order can I get for you sir.”
“I would like the -”
“Well well well. Never thought I’d see you again.”
I turn around realizing that someone else was talking to me.
*Gasp* I can’t believe it’s him.
“D? Hi!” I stammered a little bit on my hello.
“You know I’m beginning to think your stalking me.” He said jokingly.
I giggled a little.
“Really! Because I was just about to say the same thing about you.” Smooth comeback…..check! Told ya I can be smooth.
“Touché! So I’m guessing you live around here?” D asked.
“Yeah I actually live in Calvoon City. You too?” I asked.
“Not officially. My boy and I were thinking about moving out here. We think it’s about time we moved out and start living on our own.”
“Oh cool. I bet you guys think your real grown-ups now huh.”
“I would like to think so.” He started to walk over closer to our table. “I mean we would be allowed to do our own thing, in our own house at any time.”
I started to blush a little as he’s leaning on our table getting awfully close to kissing distance from my face.
“But the best part about living on your own is making your own grown-up rules and doing very……grown-up things in your own house.” He continued.
At this point my face is being incinerated with excessive amounts of heat and blush rushing over it like a newly erupted volcano.
I looked down at my ice cream and took another bite. As I thought about how to recover.
“Yeah your right. But I wonder, in your new grown-up house where you make your own rules, are girls allowed because I just might know someone who could help you enforce those ahem grown-up things.” Yes! Yes! Yes! That was so freaking smooth. Two points for me.
He stepped back from off the table realizing that I was not gonna let him take me over with his charm.
“Hahaha cute. I knew it.”
“Knew what?” I asked intrigued yet slightly confused.
“That you were interesting. I knew it since the moment we met and I saw you piled under your friends at the becach. I have to say you do take really cute pictures.”
My faced melted. I felt like running away. As far away as I could because I remembered that embarrassing moment when he saw me grabbing at my bathing suit shorts. Complete and utter humiliation.
“Eh whatta you mean?” I couldn’t even speak proper English, I was so nervous. Dang, all that good cute and witty flirting for nothing.
“The picture of you and your friends posing with your sandcastle.”
What? He didn’t see it. How come? Not that I’m complaining. Wait! With all that tossing we did with the camera the picture must have been clicked over to the next one. Yes! Yes! Yes! Humiliation – 0, dignity - 1.
“Oh right. Yeah I did have a pretty cute bathing suit.” I was being really cocky at this point.
He smiled again. “Oh and what were you doing exactly to your bottom half.”
A chill of utter gloom smacked me right in the face when he said that. I guess the camera didn’t click over, I guess it was on slideshow. He knew exactly what he was doing. He got me. He got me to play right into his hands. I was completely defenseless. My humiliation outshined my will for a witty recovery-like comeback. I stammered trying to find the right words to explain myself.
“Hey dude come on, here’s your ice cream.” Said D’s friend. It was the same one from the beach.
“Well hello. Who’s your friend D.”
Thank god!
“This is Amethyst. The girl from the beach I told you about. The one.”
The one? What does that mean? Oh who cares, he mentioned me, that’s enough. But I
“Ok, come with me. Zane’s in his room right now. And I’m sorry about the stare down. I had to make sure you weren’t dangerous to my baby.”
“That’s…..ok.” I was still a little shaken up. This lady was definitely scary.
I followed her up the stairs into the halls of this still surprisingly tasteful building. I looked around and saw a lot of children; from infants to kids my age running around being loud and having fun with each other. Some of the smaller children waved to me overzealously excited. The bigger kids just either ignored my presence or took only a single glance at me. The middle children were running around screaming like maniacs disregarding that I was even there. But some were behaving properly in front of my company.
“Ciara! Marissa! Stop running we have a guest.”
“Sorry Mrs.Gardner.” The two little girls spoke in sync sounding almost like a voicemail recording. Then they started to speed walked past us giggling like the little girls they were.
Mrs.Gardner guided me the rest of the way to Zane’s room.
“He’s in here.”
*Knock knock*
“Zane you have a guest.”
I peered into his room and I cannot believe what I saw. I don’t know if the word grounded has changed since I was 10 but whatever it is called now I want it.
In Zane’s room were a bunch of different game consoles and toys. His room was stocked with a Nintendo Wii, a PS3, a basketball hoop, soldiers, a huge train set and about 3 boxes of the Magnetix building set. He even had a drum set.
How could a foster home afford all of this?
He was playing with the train set when we walked in.
Zane gasped then propped up quickly and rushed over to us.
“So you do know this young lady Zane?”
“Yes, I went to her graduation remember. I told you that. I told you I wasn’t lying.”
“Yes I can see that now. Zane, miss…Amethyst was it?” I nodded yes. “Wants to take you out for ice cream. Do you want to go with her today?” Mrs. Gardner asked ruffling his hair.
He looked up at me brushing Mrs. Gardner hand off of his head. His expression said really, you really want to take me out with you.
“Yes! Can I go?” He asked looking in Mrs. Gardner’s direction.
“Uh huh.”
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Zane started prancing all around the room gathering his shoes and that teddy bear bag thing again.
“As long……as you come back home this time.” She warned jokingly. I think.
“Yes I promise.” He gave Mrs. Gardner a huge hug and told her that he was going to be good and that he loved her. Then we left. She told me to be back by 6 in time for dinner. I agreed.
That’s kind of weird, Zane telling his foster mother that he loved her. I didn’t think foster homes were that close. I’ve heard so many terrible stories about them. Then again that night when Zane spilled his guts to me he did speak very highly of his foster mother. Actually now that I think about it she was the only person he actually mentioned from the foster home. Is he not close to any of the other children? Well he is a 10 years old boy that still walks around with a stuffed bear….wait, excuse me, liger.
“Are we really going to get ice scream Amethyst?”
“Yeah I thought it’d be nice if we caught up. I have a few questions to ask you.”
He just skipped happily alongside me holding the straps to his liger.
“Oh and what happened to the cellphone I gave you. I tried texting you a few days ago but you didn’t respond.”
“Oh it’s right here.” He took it out of his liger’s zipped pocket part.
“The batteries died though. You never gave me the charger.”
Oh right I didn’t.
I took it from him and put it in my Precious Moments backpack.
“I’ll go to my house later and give it to you ok.”
“Ok.”
He skipped and smiled some more; then started humming.
“So what did you want to ask me?”
“It’s about these visions I keep having. I mean I haven’t had any since Monday went I was at the beach with my friends; but I’m just curious. I think I might be psychic. And I know how crazy that sounds but with all the things I’ve seen lately I pretty much can believe anything. Plus I know what you said about how someone can’t obtain any powers without the injections but I really don’t believe I was ever kidnapped or exposed. I don’t even know how but I got these powers somehow and it had to have been that night we meet, when we fought Senya. The Chrysalis engulfed me and I had powers momentarily, like telekinesis or something. I remember and – Zane? Zane! Where are you?
I looked around my surroundings and saw no sign of him anywhere. That’s when I also realized I’ve been talking to myself for about 15 minutes.
“Amethyst! Amethyst, hurry up. I’m waiting.”
He was sticking his head out of the ice cream shop gesturing me to come over. I was a little baffled at how he got over their so fast without me even noticing. But I guess that happens when I’m lost in my own curiosity.
“I’m coming Zane. Hold the door.” I began to shuffle to the end of the street racing to the ice cream shop.
Zane and I ordered. I told him to get whatever he wanted and whatever how much he wanted. I got my favorite, the triple chocolate rehab. It’s a bowl filled with chocolate ice cream, chocolate chips and chocolate syrup. It usually comes in a cone but you get way more for the same price in a bowl. But Zane’s order amazed me; he ordered so much. At first he just ordered a basic pistachio ice cream cone, but with some motivation from me he racked up on his order. He asked for the pistachio mega mixer. This is basically one of those build-it-yourself orders with any flavor. But he just wanted pistachio. I swear he got nearly every topping with a double deep deluxe scooping of pistachio. This kid was like a bottomless pit.
I guess this might be because he’s lived in a foster home for a really long time. I didn’t know how long exactly, he never answered me when I asked him that about a week ago. But I do know he must never get a chance to splurge like this since he probably has to share a lot in the foster home. But it’s ok because seeing the smile on his face now is enough.
Sitting here watching Zane get so excited, eating his ice-cream makes me want to enjoy the moment with him; so I decided not to bring up my questions again. I just want to enjoy this precious moment. Besides I couldn’t get word in anyways he just kept talking. But I liked it. He was pretty funny.
We sat at the top right corner of the ice-cream shop closest to the register. I didn’t realize it but someone who I actually wanted to meet up with again in the future walked in and started ordering. But since I didn’t realize it yet my attention was still on Zane.
“Yeah can I get an order of the chocolate supreme…..with sprinkles?”
“Yes you may. And what order can I get for you sir.”
“I would like the -”
“Well well well. Never thought I’d see you again.”
I turn around realizing that someone else was talking to me.
*Gasp* I can’t believe it’s him.
“D? Hi!” I stammered a little bit on my hello.
“You know I’m beginning to think your stalking me.” He said jokingly.
I giggled a little.
“Really! Because I was just about to say the same thing about you.” Smooth comeback…..check! Told ya I can be smooth.
“Touché! So I’m guessing you live around here?” D asked.
“Yeah I actually live in Calvoon City. You too?” I asked.
“Not officially. My boy and I were thinking about moving out here. We think it’s about time we moved out and start living on our own.”
“Oh cool. I bet you guys think your real grown-ups now huh.”
“I would like to think so.” He started to walk over closer to our table. “I mean we would be allowed to do our own thing, in our own house at any time.”
I started to blush a little as he’s leaning on our table getting awfully close to kissing distance from my face.
“But the best part about living on your own is making your own grown-up rules and doing very……grown-up things in your own house.” He continued.
At this point my face is being incinerated with excessive amounts of heat and blush rushing over it like a newly erupted volcano.
I looked down at my ice cream and took another bite. As I thought about how to recover.
“Yeah your right. But I wonder, in your new grown-up house where you make your own rules, are girls allowed because I just might know someone who could help you enforce those ahem grown-up things.” Yes! Yes! Yes! That was so freaking smooth. Two points for me.
He stepped back from off the table realizing that I was not gonna let him take me over with his charm.
“Hahaha cute. I knew it.”
“Knew what?” I asked intrigued yet slightly confused.
“That you were interesting. I knew it since the moment we met and I saw you piled under your friends at the becach. I have to say you do take really cute pictures.”
My faced melted. I felt like running away. As far away as I could because I remembered that embarrassing moment when he saw me grabbing at my bathing suit shorts. Complete and utter humiliation.
“Eh whatta you mean?” I couldn’t even speak proper English, I was so nervous. Dang, all that good cute and witty flirting for nothing.
“The picture of you and your friends posing with your sandcastle.”
What? He didn’t see it. How come? Not that I’m complaining. Wait! With all that tossing we did with the camera the picture must have been clicked over to the next one. Yes! Yes! Yes! Humiliation – 0, dignity - 1.
“Oh right. Yeah I did have a pretty cute bathing suit.” I was being really cocky at this point.
He smiled again. “Oh and what were you doing exactly to your bottom half.”
A chill of utter gloom smacked me right in the face when he said that. I guess the camera didn’t click over, I guess it was on slideshow. He knew exactly what he was doing. He got me. He got me to play right into his hands. I was completely defenseless. My humiliation outshined my will for a witty recovery-like comeback. I stammered trying to find the right words to explain myself.
“Hey dude come on, here’s your ice cream.” Said D’s friend. It was the same one from the beach.
“Well hello. Who’s your friend D.”
Thank god!
“This is Amethyst. The girl from the beach I told you about. The one.”
The one? What does that mean? Oh who cares, he mentioned me, that’s enough. But I
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