Free Cyrosphere 3:: Lives Mingling Together by Deandre Dean Page B

Five:
     
    Okay, so I got some answers. They made sense, and helped me better understand my parents reasoning for all this madness. Still I can’t understand how they knew Jensen, or Jensen’s role with Feltus? That last part tugs at Ginger to dig deeper.
     
    Ginger asked, “So how do you know my parents?”
    Jensen responds, “They helped me form the Ministry of Peace and Dark Force University, and we worked together at PHD. Your parents are major contributors to all the races before they had you and vanished. Witches, demons, elves, vampires, and fairies loved them.”
     
    All this knowledge was a bite overwhelming to comprehend. Not only had Ginger heard about Dark Force University, but would be going to school there in the Fall. Oh, and she met the entire council of Ministry of Peace. On top of all that was being trained by its founder Johan Spider Grandhorn.
     
    She wondered, “All this information is too much to handle. I need time to process it all. Oh, and to record it. Damn, I should have brought a journal.”
     
    Ginger gets up quickly feeling a need for flight. Time to go, now!
     
    She began to apologize, saying she needed some time to think everything over. He nodded, they said there farewells. Walking down the driveway, she switched her phone back on.
     
    While waiting for it to power up, all those answers didn’t help alleviate all her pain. But it put some things into perspective. She still had questions, actual twice as many as before going in. Walking to the car, her phone buzzed a few times. She had 17 missed calls, 5 voicemails, oh and 36 text messages from Stacey, Yvette, Aaron, Frost, and Leo.
     
    Of all the texts, Ginger wondered why Leo had texted her twice. She got in the car, allowing herself a few moments of silence to reflect on everything before returning to her world.
     
    Chapter Six:
     
    It was three in the morning when she pulled into the drive-way. Thankfully she didn’t detect anybody awake, so she didn’t have to hide or avoid a billion questions. Still Ginger was silent as the dead, making her way up to her room.
     
    Easing the door closed behind her, Ginger saw a note on her desk. She walked over to it, and unfolded it. A smiley face from Stacey saying she tried to ease the stress Aaron was under worrying about her. The man was ready to send out a team to find her.
     
    Luckily Stacey knew she’d be able to handle herself, plus the Prius had GPS so they tracked her down and let her be.
     
    Ginger thought, “No way is that creepy. Not!”
     
    She laughed at her own joke, changing into some boy shorts and an old shirt of Diego’s, before headed to the bathroom. She washed up and prepared for bed. In minutes she was fast asleep.
     
    The banging on her door by an over-bearing, upset Yvette let her know breakfast was ready. She mumbled she’d be down and dragged her feet.
     
    It was seven in the morning, she barely got a little over three hours of sleep. Her body felt useless and before she could reach for the coffee, Yvette’s anger radiated off her.
    Nearly causing Ginger to stumble backwards into the wall. She never saw the girls upset and realized this time one of them was upset about her. The waffles would have to wait.
     
    Ginger says, “Let me explain.”
    Yvette rolls her eyes and replies, “Oh, you’re gonna.”
    Stacey answers, “Let her eat before you jump in on the interrogation or biting her head off.”
     
    Aaron chuckles.
     
    Yvette intense gaze turns on her father and asks, “Oh, you think this is funny? Or, is this acceptable behavior?”
     
    Aaron stops smiling and Ginger realized she almost cowered at the harsh, truthful words.
     
    Ginger jumps in, “This is my entire fault, like me tell you everything.”
     
    This seemed to defuse the situation, and so Ginger began to reveal everything about her meeting with Jensen Sanders.
     
    Chapter Seven:
     
    Two weeks later.
     
    Ginger sat frustrated waiting to hear back from Jordan, or