AN: Sorry for late posts, had a ton of stuff to do. But I'm back now! Yay! So just in case you didn't know, I made an Adventure Time fanfiction recently! Check it out plzz!
Chapter 9: Texting Really can be Productive!
"Are you alright?" Kana asks me. I nod, wincing as a sharp pain runs through my right arm. I was running through another maze, when I tripped and fell. I had put my arm out to break my fall, but instead I hurt it pretty badly. I feel an electric shock and shriek.
"I'm getting up, alright?" I shout to Mirielle, who is no doubt enjoying this. I stand up and continue down the long gray corridor. I make a right and wipe some sweat off my forehead. I've gotten pretty good at these mazes. If I forget about the whole reason I'm running them, they can actually be kinda fun. I still have a thing against mazes though.
"Kana! I going to need you to get my arm, okay?" I say to her softly. "Alright! Give me a moment!" She responds. I feel my arm lose most of the pain as Kana takes control of it. She wiggles it around to make sure it's working fine.
"Alright, now let's go!" I say as I turn another corner. I see a low wall up ahead, bocking my path. As I got better at the mazes, the scientists added in obstacles. The low walls are one of the least damaging. It's too high for me to jump, so I'm going to have to try something else.
"Ready, Kana?" I ask her. She holds my arm out in front of me. "Indeed." She says. She wraps my fingers around the top of the wall and I jump in the air so I'm doing a one-handed handstand on it. She pushes off the wall and I do two front flips (to show off) before landing and placing my left hand on the ground, my left leg spread out to the side. I stand back up straight and run out of the maze.
"There! Is that it?" I shout. Mirielle walks up to me. "One minute and thirty-six seconds. You're improving. You and Katie are working very well together." She says. I grumble and dust myself off. "Kana." I correct her. She pushes her glasses farther up her nose. "Whatever. We are done with testing today. You can go back to your room now." She says.
I nod and walk out of the room. After being here for two weeks, they don't put handcuffs on me anymore. They also bumped me up to a room that looks just like mine, like Mirielle said when I first got here. I get the feeling back in my arm, and all the pain from before is gone.
I open the door and walk in. I step up close to the wall and let my head fall back, pressing my collar against the small device on the wall. I hear a beep and a click, and my collar is removed. I step back and collapse on my bed. Since it's a replica of my room, it has all my clothes and my guitar and manga books in it. And I have a lot of manga books. I grab one and plop down on my bed. It just happens to be the first in the Bleach manga series, so I flip it open to the first page and start reading.
"What is this?" Kana asks. I laugh as I turn the page. "It's called manga. It's like books, but instead of words, there are pictures and word bubbles for what the characters say and think." I explain. She stays silent for a while. "Sounds intriguing. May I read some?" She asks. I nod and hold it a little closer.
"The art style is interesting. The eyes are rather large, though." She says. I smile. "Yeah. The big eyes are kind of a trademark of manga and anime." I tell her. She sighs. "It's very animated. The facial expressions are kind of exaggerated. But I like it." She says. I smile and keep reading.
After a while, I hear a small buzz come from my closet. I put down the book and walk over to the giant pile of clothes it emitted from and dig through it until my hand wraps around something small and familiar. My eyes widen. I run my finger across the surface of it slowly to see if it's what I think it is.
"Ginger? What is it?" Kana says. I don't respond.
I pull it out of the pile of clothes, my eyes squeezed shut. Kana gasps. I open my eyes and see what I thought I had felt.
Jimmi's cellphone.
I almost squeal and start to dance around my room, but then I quickly shove it back into the pile of clothes. I can't let them know I have a cellphone. Do they know it's in here? Surely if they made the room, they would know what was in it, right? Apparently not, because they didn't take out a perfectly good phone.
Wait, what if it doesn't even work? It must be just a replica. But, if it was a replica, then my iPod and Nook wouldn't work either. And it wouldn't have just recieved a text from his friend. I quickly stand up and walk back over to my bed.
"Ginger, is that...?" Kana says quietly. I nod. "I think so. It's my older brother's phone." I think to her. No one but me can hear Kana, but I usually just talk out loud to her anyways. I can still think at her, though. And I can't risk anyone knowing about it.
I sit back on my bed and look at the clock on my dresser. It's ten o'clock. I should get some sleep. I change into my pajamas and get under the covers. "Night, Kana." I mutter softly.
"Goodnight, Ginger." She responds. She yawns. I can't actually see Kana, I can only hear her.
I close my eyes. I may just have a way to escape! But what should I do? I could pretend to dig in my closet and send a quick message to somebody I guess. I sit up. I can't wait. If they know about it, who knows how much time I'll have.
I listen, and hear Kana snoring softly. I stand up and creep over to the pile of laundry in my closet. I act like I'm digging through it, looking for something, and my fingers curl around the cellphone. I wonder how it got here. Maybe when Jimmi handed me that pile of his laundry to add to mine so I could was it, he left his phone in his pocket or something.
I shake off the thought and stick my head into the pile. I click a button on the phone and the screen lights up. A white message box says that he got a text from Landon. I exit out of it and go to his contacts. I scroll through, looking for someone I know who can help.
A particular name catches my eye. I passed it, so I press the up arrow until the nam is highlighted. I squint to make sure it says what I think it says.
TOMMI AOMORI
I smile. Yes! Tommi! I totally forgot she had a phone! And of course Jimmi would have her number, they were pretty close. They would hang out if my dad made Mem and I do some training while Tommi was over.
I click her name and select "New Text Message." I take a deep breath, silently, and stat to type.
GINGER HERE NEED HELP IN A CASTLE IN IRELAND, NOT SURE WICH, BUT ITZ IN THE MOUNTAINZ DON'T TXT BAK THEY DNT KNO I HAV A PHONE PLZZ TOMMI I NEED U CUM ND GET ME! PLZZ HELP!
I type quickly. I send the message and stuff it ack in the laundry pile. To be safe, I pull out a pack of gum I left in the pocket of my Hollister sweatshirt so I don't look suspicious. I take it out, slip a piece in my mouth, and walk back to my bed. I hop under the blue and green bedspread and tug the covers over my head. I spit out the gum and slip it under my pillow. I can't sleep with gum in my mouth.
I close my eyes. I hope Tommi gets the message. And I hope she can find this place. It's literally in the middle of nowhere. I know it's in Ireland, though, there are some writings on the wall and they're all in Gaelic. I know because one of my friends before I moved to Death City was Irish.
I seriously hope this works. This is the closest I've ever gotten to escaping, besides passing by an open window. It has to work. Tommi is addicted to her phone. I just hope this phone will send her the text.
"SOUL! SOUL OPEN UP I NEED YOU!" A voice shouts from outside the front door along with a bunch of pounding on it. I stand up and walk over to the door. I open it and Tommi shoves a phone in my face. It's too close for me to read, so I push it away and look at Tommi.
"Soul, you're never going to believe this, but I got a text from Ginger!" She says. I blink. "Don't joke about that, it's not funny." I tell her. She shakes her head vigorously.
"No! I'm a hundred percent serious! She somehow got to Jimmi's phone and texted me with it!" She says. I snatch her iPhone away and read it. I have to read it four times to understand it, though.
Tommi grabs it while I'm in the middle of my fifth time reading it. "See? We need to tell Lord Death! Or go get her! Or something!" She says.
"Ireland? A castle? That would explain why the room was like a throne room..." I say, recalling when Ginger talked to me a few weeks back. Tommi looks at me funny.
"Huh?" She says. I shake my head. "Never mind. Did you tell Mem and Jimmi and Ollie yet?" I ask. She sticks her phone back into her pocket. "I tried, but they weren't home. I don't know where they went. And Alex is gone, too." She says.
"Well, what should we do?" I ask after a while. She shrugs. "I don't know. Should we go find them?" She suggests. I nod.
"But where would they go?" She says, thinking. I think as well.
"Wait! I have an idea! Follow me!" I tell her, taking off down the hall. She runs after me.
I burst through the doors to the piano shop. Phil turns to me. "Hey, Soul. Whatcha need?" He asks. Tommi arrives at the doorway, panting.
"Do you know where Jimmi and Mem are?" I ask him. He nods. "Yeah, they just came through here. I think they said something about a cafe down the road?" He says.
"Thanks, Phil! Come on Tommi!" I say, pushing past her and running down to the cafe next to the basketball court. I open the door slower this time, the lady who works here doesn't like it when people are too loud.
Mem and Jimmi sit at a table in the corner, drinking some kind of coffee. I drag Tommi over to them.
"Oh, hey guys." Mem says. Tommi takes her phone out of her pocket and places it on the table. "Read this. I think it's from Ginger." She says. Jimmi and Mem bend over the phone. After about five seconds, Jimmi stands up.
"We have to go get her!" He says, starting toward the door. Mem stands up after him. "Jimmi, wait! You can't just go storming in there! Jimmi!" She says as the door to the cafe swings shut. Mem growls and follows him out the door, Tommi and I after her.
"Jimmi! JIMMI MCALLISTER, YOU COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW, YOU HEAR ME?!" She screams at him. He stops dead in his tracks and turns around. Mem walks up to him.
"You and I both know that acting with out thinking is a bad idea! We need a plan!" She says sternly. He stares at the ground. Tommi puts her hand on his shoulder. "Jimmi, please listen to her. She's right. I'm sorry that your sister is in trouble, and I know how this must feel. But you need to think." She says softly. I feel like I should say something, but I can't think of anything to say.
"Now come on. I think the best thing to do is tell Shinigami-sama." She says.
And that's exactly what we do. I stick my hands in my pockets. "If you need us to, we can go and get her or something." I say. Lord Death shakes his head. "No. It would be too dangerous. I'll send in a group of teachers to go and get her. And Jimmi, was it?" He says. Jimmi nods, still looking at the ground.
"I promise we'll find her." Lord Death assures him. Jimmi doesn't respond. We walk out of the Death room and head back to our separate apartments. I shut the door behind me when I get to mine and walk back to the couch. I sit down and lean my head back. I seriously hope we can get her back.
AN: Okay, so this one may be kinda rushed, but I needed to get it out. Anyhoo, I hope you liked it! Read & Review, plzz!