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

in the store. It’s blocked tight.” I pointed out.

Reenee stopped walking to check a text from Melinda. “Oh no….damn!”

“What?” I asked.

“Melinda just texted me that there’s only one pair left and it’s the size 7’s.” Reenee had a sad and defeated look on her face.

“Man I knew I should of skipped school and got them this morning.”

I felt kind of bad for Reenee. She really wanted those sneakers. And this Joc’ SePaul guy’s fashions were her obsession. I could not let her down, not after she’s done so much for me. I just could not to let my best friend lose out on this opportunity.

“Reenee.” I said as I grabbed her arm as she was attempting to walk away.

“Were going in?” I continued.

“But how, it’s like a Justin Bieber concert up in there.”

“Oh where getting in.” I said with my I’ve got a plan face on.

I quickly whispered my scheme to Reenee in a corner. She thought there was no way this would work; but I saw it in a movie and you should always try to repeat what you see in movies. They never fail. Well……ok maybe not but it’s all I got on such short notice. Don’t judge.

We quickly walked in front of the store, but we both were in such a hurr,y Reenee tripped and pretty much stamped on my foot and shoved me into the wall. Accidently I assume but at that moment all I could feel was my shoulder being jammed into the wall. I was so furious that I pushed Reenee.

“Oww! Watch it big foot!”

She pushed me back and said “My bad! It was an accident. Don’t be all dramatic Amethyst.”

“Dramatic? I’ll show you dramatic.” I stormed over to Reenee and pushed her really hard onto the ground. She flopped right on her butt. It looked kind of painful. I didn’t intended on pushing her that hard.

Her face was ferociously infuriated. Her cheeks turned to a bright crimson red.

She got up and stormed over to me shouting “You bitch” and slapped me with such a loud clap.

“Ahhhh!” I screamed holding my face. “I’m gonna kick your ass!”

We both grabbed each other and started throwing down. By this time there had been a pretty huge crowd developing. Even the people from the sneaker store were clearing out just to see us fight. Reenee could hear people chanting “yeah kick her ass” “punch her punch her” “rip her hair out” and what sounded like a dude’s voice shouting “rip her close off”. Soon enough we heard someone say “security’s coming.” That was our cue. Reenee ran left and I ran to the right we quickly grabbed two of the closes girls to us and threw them in the middle and jetted into the store. I looked back, just for a second and saw that two girls were so confused. And at that moment the security guards arrived and assumed they were the ones fighting and started to grab them off of one another I felt bad but I’m such a genius I thought.

We were finally in the huge sneaker store. We took a quick surrounding look and began to part ways on the search for Reenee’s limited edition Baisley Pricen Pleckers.

“I can’t believe that worked Am.” Reenee shouted from across the room.

“I told ya to trust me.” I responded feeling on top of the world.

“You’re like my own personal pocket genius.”

I smiled with the cheesiest smile ever.

“Ok Am you go that way and I’ll go this way.”

“Ok.”

I ran up and down and left and right all throughout the store. I couldn’t find the shoes anywhere. So I stopped for a second to check my phone for the picture Reenee sent to me. Ok the sneakers are blue black and purple. I looked around the store some more and still couldn’t find them. Humph. I stopped to lean on one of the shoe racks. I hunched over because I was out of breath from the fake fight and the running around.

Gasp. Oh my gosh. My eyes widen I couldn’t believe it. After all we did to try to get the sneakers; there right across from me was…….Cassandra!

We both saw each other and acknowledged each other’s presence with complete shock.

“You!”

“You!”

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be getting ready for your party?” I said pretending to be polite.

“Yes I am. I’m just making a quick stop to pick up something.”

“Oh and what is that?”

“Oh nothing, just some limited edition Baisley Pricen Pleckers sneakers.”

What! That’s exactly what I’m looking for. How did she know about them? Damn that Melinda she’s never loyal to just one side. She’s like a female CJ Detweiler except she’s always in the know with things that are in style or popular.

“Really? Well your too late I heard those were sold out since this morning.” I sneered.

“That’s interesting because my in-tell says their still one last pair in stock and it’s my size. So why are you here not for the same thing I assume. You’re into graffiti shirts, right?”

She had the most devious smile on her face. She knew what I was here for and the expression on her face seemed to be so sure that she was going to get the shoes for herself. Not on my watch. There is no way that I was gonna let Cassandra take something else from Reenee and I.
“Actually I -” The sneakers!

I began to run towards them and so does Cassandra once she realized where they were too. Their directly in front of us but they’re all the way down the long aisle.

“You’re not getting those sneakers Cassie. There’s no way.” I yelled.

“Think again. Those sneaks are mine.”

“You don’t even wear sneakers.”

“They’re not for me. I just want them to throw away.”

“What?”

At this point Cassandra and I are both tossing things in each other’s direction; things from off the shelves, completely destroying the store.

“You’re going to throw them away. Then what’s the point?”

She tosses some more items at me to get me to trip. “The point is so Reenee can’t have them.” She said with a selfishly snarky smile.

Ugh I hate her so much. She is such a –

“You are such a ahhhhhh - ” I tripped.

“Oww.” No she’s about to get the sneakers. To stop her I crawled over to a shelf and grabbed a box and tossed it as hard as I could at a round table filled with shoes on display. The table was kind of leaning so I knew it was unstable enough to fall over. And it did, everything fell on top of Cassandra. It was classic.

I looked up toward the shelf where the shoes were sitting, and they were gone. “No!” Sorry Reenee I failed. Cassandra still won. Even though she didn’t technically get the shoes it still feels like she bested us.

Once I finally pulled myself up I realize that the person with the sneakers was Reenee. Cassandra’s drones were on the floor covered in shoes. They looked hurt. Seems Reenee had to fight them for the sneaks.

She looked at me. “Hey Am, I did I got the sneakers. We won.” Then she looked right at Cassandra. “Yeah. In your face Cassandra. You lose. Woo woo!”

Reenee started to do her victory dance. But I wasn’t smiling anymore because things were about to get bad. Reenee stopped dancing once she saw the worried expression on my face. She looked to her left and instantly she was being tackled by security. I saw two more guys coming for Cassandra and me, I tried to run but they already caught me. Cassandra was spewing her spiel about her significance.

“Do you know who I am? I am the daughter of TV’s Patrick Cavera. My father will have your job.” Etc etc etc.

As we were all being taken out of the store Reenee mouth to me that she was so sorry she got me into this. I mouth back that it was ok. I looked back and saw some girl pick up the sneakers that Reenee dropped when she was tackle by security.

Damn this was all this for nothing.

The security guards nearly, literally thrown us all out of the store. “And don’t you bratty kids come back. Your all banned for a year.”

“A year? You can’t ban us. I’m Cassandra Cavera. I’m - ”

*Snap snap snap*

They took our pictures with a Polaroid and put us up in the window. The security guards snared at us and walked back inside the store.

I dusted myself off. “Well that’s that. We all lose. No one gets the sneaks.”

Everyone else started to get up off the ground as well.

“Thanks a lot this is all your fault. You got me kicked out of sneakervilla.” Cassandra protested.

“Yeah you guys are barbaric.” Added one of Cassandra's clones. I honestly don’t even know her name.

“Yeah.” The other said while putting her hands confidently on her hips. I don’t know her name either. I think its Bethany or Brianna or something.

Reenee was steaming mad. “Our fault? This is our fault? You don’t even wear sneakers. You were just doing this to get back at me for buying the dress you wanted for prom. Get over it.”

“Doesn’t matter. My goal was met. You lose something you really wanted. And as an added plus you’re banned from your favorite store. Just face it, you two will always lose to me and I will always win to you. I’m just better than you.” Cassandra taunted us in the most arrogant tone of voice.

Now Reenee was really steaming at this point. So she stepped forwards in Cassandra’s direction. “You know what Cassandra I’m gonna - ”

I held Reenee back. “No it’s not worth it. She’s just jealous and upset that when it comes to us we never bow down and let her get her way. Like her mindless……airheaded……posse of - ”

“Excuse me. You dropped this on your way out?”

We all look over and there’s a girl standing there holding the last pair of the limited edition Baisley Pricen Pleckers.

“Um no I - ” Reenee began.

“Well I saw you dropped them and there’s a receipt and everything.”

“Oh! ”

“If they’re not yours you can have it anyways. I don’t need them. I’m more of a heel type woman myself.”

Reenee took the bag from the mystery girl. “Th th thanks. Right I did drop these. I must ofdidn’t notice.”

“Well bye.” The girl left in as quick of a flash as she entered.

“Bye.”

“Whoa you got them.” I exclaimed with joy. “That was so weird and really lucky.”

“Yeah I know.” Reenee looked back up at Cassandra with the only expression of sweet sweet victory on her face.

“Grrrr.” Cassandra stormed off followed by her cronies.

“This isn’t over”

“Yeah this isn’t over”

Reenee and I started giggling, laughing and talking about all the craziness that just went on. We got back to her car still laughing it up.

“I can’t believe all of that just happened Am. That was so wild and crazy. Ok, from now on all of our shopping sprees should