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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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be that high staked.
“Agreed!”
Wow that was really insane back there. All that fuss just for some shoes. Girls are just extremely comprised I guess. You just have to have what you really want, by any means necessary. That just goes to show that – WAIT A MINUTE. That girl! She seemed familiar. Like we just unofficially met somewhere else. I wonder where?
Chapter 2: And Then We Continued…
Reenee and I finally arrived and by the time we do, somehow we started rocking out from Far East Movements Like a G6 and ended up all the way to old Disney classics like Lion King and Mulan. We were listening to the song were Simba was singing about not waiting to be king. Reenee teased me about even having this song in my playlist. But I called her out on the fact that she has it too.
I know this is no real excuse why two graduating high-schoolers would have a bunch of Disney songs in their mp3’s; but this stuff kind of happens to you when you have younger siblings that keep on sucking you in every time you try to break free from the power of Disney. We sometimes even listen to Justin Beiber, but that’s our guilty pleasure as well as our dirty little secret. Our little sisters both are wildly obsessed with JB, they both said that they’re going to marry him. And they’ve agreed that my sister Topaz is going to be his first wife and Reenee’s lil sis Csonia is going to be his second wife. The things little kids say these days, right!
“Alright we need to go to Sneakervilla.” Reenee announced looking like a stressed out mother. She was wide-eyed and looking kind of crazy. I swear I could see her foaming at the mouth.
“Ok ok but why are you walking so fast? The shoes aren’t gonna anywhere. They’ll still be in the store when we get there.” I tried.
“No they won’t. Melinda works across from Sneakervilla and she said that there are only three pairs left and there’s more in the back. And only two size 7’s and a size 6 are left. So I absolutely have to get those size 7’s before it’s too late.” She uttered at me sounding like this was a major crisis.
“Ok fine. But I don’t see the big deal Reenee. You have a million really hot and may I add very expensive sneakers in your closet. You have enough to even open your own sneaker store. You can call it: REENEE’S SNEAKER PALACE: WHERE YOUR FEET COULD BE LIVING LIKE KINGS.”
“One that’s lame and two no. These sneakers are special. There from a new but not really known designer Joc’ SePaul. He’s Canadian.” Reenee bragged.
I gave Reenee a defeated look because I knew a story was coming on.
“He is the only designer to use clashing colors in such a successful and complementary way. And he uses just the right amount for each and every piece. He is a genius. Plus these sneakers are a limited edition and really rare, there’s only about 500 made in the U.S.”
“Yeah yeah I get it. I felt the same way when my favorite t-shirt designer had the limited P-Swade edition on sale for only 2 hours at Strip Search.” I reminisced.
“Yeah I remember that you made me wait outside with you for four hours until the mall opened.”
Sneakervilla and Strip Search are both Reenee’s and I’s ultimate fashion obsessions. I just love my graffiti tees and Reenee sure does love her colorful sneakers. We both are absolute slaves to these stores.
Reenee and I finally got to the third floor of the mall and came to an intersection. We saw the store and noticed that there was a huge crowd of people by it because everyone knew there was a super sale in that store today.
“Look! There’re a whole lot of people over there. How are we even gonna get 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
“Agreed!”
Wow that was really insane back there. All that fuss just for some shoes. Girls are just extremely comprised I guess. You just have to have what you really want, by any means necessary. That just goes to show that – WAIT A MINUTE. That girl! She seemed familiar. Like we just unofficially met somewhere else. I wonder where?
Chapter 2: And Then We Continued…
Reenee and I finally arrived and by the time we do, somehow we started rocking out from Far East Movements Like a G6 and ended up all the way to old Disney classics like Lion King and Mulan. We were listening to the song were Simba was singing about not waiting to be king. Reenee teased me about even having this song in my playlist. But I called her out on the fact that she has it too.
I know this is no real excuse why two graduating high-schoolers would have a bunch of Disney songs in their mp3’s; but this stuff kind of happens to you when you have younger siblings that keep on sucking you in every time you try to break free from the power of Disney. We sometimes even listen to Justin Beiber, but that’s our guilty pleasure as well as our dirty little secret. Our little sisters both are wildly obsessed with JB, they both said that they’re going to marry him. And they’ve agreed that my sister Topaz is going to be his first wife and Reenee’s lil sis Csonia is going to be his second wife. The things little kids say these days, right!
“Alright we need to go to Sneakervilla.” Reenee announced looking like a stressed out mother. She was wide-eyed and looking kind of crazy. I swear I could see her foaming at the mouth.
“Ok ok but why are you walking so fast? The shoes aren’t gonna anywhere. They’ll still be in the store when we get there.” I tried.
“No they won’t. Melinda works across from Sneakervilla and she said that there are only three pairs left and there’s more in the back. And only two size 7’s and a size 6 are left. So I absolutely have to get those size 7’s before it’s too late.” She uttered at me sounding like this was a major crisis.
“Ok fine. But I don’t see the big deal Reenee. You have a million really hot and may I add very expensive sneakers in your closet. You have enough to even open your own sneaker store. You can call it: REENEE’S SNEAKER PALACE: WHERE YOUR FEET COULD BE LIVING LIKE KINGS.”
“One that’s lame and two no. These sneakers are special. There from a new but not really known designer Joc’ SePaul. He’s Canadian.” Reenee bragged.
I gave Reenee a defeated look because I knew a story was coming on.
“He is the only designer to use clashing colors in such a successful and complementary way. And he uses just the right amount for each and every piece. He is a genius. Plus these sneakers are a limited edition and really rare, there’s only about 500 made in the U.S.”
“Yeah yeah I get it. I felt the same way when my favorite t-shirt designer had the limited P-Swade edition on sale for only 2 hours at Strip Search.” I reminisced.
“Yeah I remember that you made me wait outside with you for four hours until the mall opened.”
Sneakervilla and Strip Search are both Reenee’s and I’s ultimate fashion obsessions. I just love my graffiti tees and Reenee sure does love her colorful sneakers. We both are absolute slaves to these stores.
Reenee and I finally got to the third floor of the mall and came to an intersection. We saw the store and noticed that there was a huge crowd of people by it because everyone knew there was a super sale in that store today.
“Look! There’re a whole lot of people over there. How are we even gonna get 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
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