Free Cyrosphere 2:: Lives Entangled by Deandre Dean, Calvin King Rivers Page B

enchiladas. They are one of my favorite dishes. I appreciate you cooking.”
    He smirks and replies, “It was no trouble at all. I now can’t wait for dinner. Hopefully you’ll be more lively then. That test must have drained you. Head on up for a nap.”
     
    She smiled to herself, such a dad responds. Ginger went upstairs to lay down, good advice into Stacey got home.
     
                                                             Chapter Four:
     
    An hour and thirty-two minutes later, Ginger awoke feeling dizzy. She groggily got out of the bed and went down the hall to the bathroom. She used it, wash up and splashed water on her face to fully wake up.
     
    She excited feeling like herself and sent her thoughts out to find Stacey. Stacey was downstairs in the work-out room. The room had state of the art equipment and was very impressive. The girl was running on a treadmill with ear-buds in her ears. No doubt listening to some kick-ass band like Metallica, AFI, Green Day, or Incubus.
     
    Beads of sweat glided from Stacey’s face as she was running like her life depended on it. Her stride was flawless and Ginger was sure her time was out of this world.
     
    Before Ginger could move a foot, Stacey slowed down the machine and hopped off. She wiped her face on the towel hanging off the machine, and guzzles the bottle of water besides her.
     
    Stacey asks, “Need to talk?”
    Ginger responds, “Big time.”
    Stacey tssk and says, “Sounds important. Let me jump in the shower. Give me ten minutes.”
    Ginger nods and replies, “Okay. I’ll be in the study trying to block out the world.”
    Stacey laughs and answers, “Remember to breathe. Things always look worst from your perspective. Why they say get a second opinion or second set of eyes to glance over things. Cheer up Ginger.”
     
    She nodded and walked down the hall to the study.
     
    Aaron’s office had tons of books, but the study was the smaller version of the library in this house. And not to mention the hundred of books on Stacey’s book shelves. This family loved to read, another part of the reason she fit in so well.
     
    Taking a seat and grabbing a book of poetry was just the remedy. She picked up an anthology of Lucille Clifton’s to read. This woman had style and spunk. Ginger dived in, waiting for Stacey to shower and change.
     
                                                             Chapter Five:
     
    Sitting and reading, Ginger lost track of time when Stacey came in. She placed a bookmaker in the book to keep her place, while Stacey pulled a chair up close to the love seat Ginger sat in.
     
    Stacey asks, “So what did you want to tell me?”
    Ginger replies, “I don’t know where to start.”
    Stacey nodded and says, “You can tell me anything.”
     
    Ginger nods, takes a few deep breathes.
     
    Stacey responds, “It must be bad. No you would’ve told me if bad. It must be huge, that’s for sure.”
    Ginger blurts it out, “I am living a lie.”
    Stacey answers, “What do you mean sweetie?”
    Ginger mumbles, “My parents were liars. I am a demon because somebody feed me blood transfusctions, and it seems both my parents are witches. Making me a full fledge blood witch. I might be the girl from the prophecy.”
     
    Stacey gasps but recovers quickly by stating, “That is a lot to process. For one the prophecy says a full blood witch with indigo powers, so could be either of us. Or Penny.”
     
    Ginger chimes in, “What I am worried about. Penny has enough on her plate as is.”
    Stacey responds, “Then again, it could be another person. What if someone completely different. Or, how about a guy. We all assume a woman. It wasn’t clear, and we just might be misinterpreting.”
     
    Ginger laughs and replies, “I know you’re right. I just wouldn’t want to leave that burden on anyone else’s shoulders. You know what I