Here’s an intro. You might not get the story if you don’t read this. This story is a story I wrote from my friends point of view because one of my friends kept saying she was a mermaid(she was kidding) so I wrote this story about the “mermaid” just to annoy her. And in this story my name is Quin, not my real name, because that comes up a bit. Otherwise enjoy!!!
Zia's a mermaid
I sighed as I reclined on my long leather couch, listening to music, letting it fill my head like a stream.
It was so hard not to sing along, so of course I did, concentrating to hit the high notes and secretly proud of myself when I did. But of course I wasn't going to shout it out to the world, I'm too modest for that and bragging’s just dumb. It’s what dumb people do to seem smart.
I hurriedly changed the song as one ended, and after flipping through a lot of songs, I got to one that fit my mood: excitement with some nervousness.
Why? Because today was a full moon. A full moon because every full moon I became... a mermaid. For an hour- from 12 to 1. Nothing I can do about it. Just like, WOMP! and I’m a mermaid, floppy tail and all.
I admit, it’s cool, but should someone find out, well, I didn’t want to know the consequences.
So, anyway, I was sitting on the couch listening to music when I finally bothered to read the time on my phone.
Cowbottems, I might be late.
I quickly got ready, hurriedly grabbing a flashlight and slipping on my flip-flops.
Sadly, I put my Iphone in its charger. It would be awhile before I could listen to music again.
I suddenly wished I had a waterproof music system. It’d be so cool to be swimming around listening to some epic song... but that will probably not happen for a veeeery long time.
I slipped on a jacket and opened the door, the yellow porchlight exposing the dust in the air as moths flew over, enchanted by it’s glow.
I shivered. The moths-to-the-flame thought reminded me of my own experience. How I became a mermaid.
It was 3 years ago.
It was a pretty summer day, the sky as blue as blue-raspberry cotton candy, only a few fluffy clouds spaced out here and there. The sun rays galloped down, riding along my skin. It was a pleasant feeling, except of course when I ran. Well not much was pleasant when I ran anyway.I preferred swimming even then. Swimming doesn’t give you ragged breathing or side cramps.
I decided it was a great day to go to the beach, and although I usually go with my friends, today I felt like being with me, myself, and my music.
The sand would be nice.
So I walked there(and don’t act surprised. I can walk!) and laid down on the sand, it reflecting the sun's heat onto my outstretched body, me for once surrounded by the blue sky, the warm heat, and the sound of the waves lapping on the shore.
I laid there for some time, thinking about life, when I decided to stretch.
So I got up and stretched, my tired arms flinging towards the sky as I closed my eyes and yawned. And when I looked up I saw a strange sight.
A woman(like 30?) was laying on the beach with what looked like kelp strung over her legs. That was, until I realized that it wasn’t kelp, they were scales, and she didn’t have legs, she had a long blue and turquoise tail that gleamed in the now-harsh sunlight. It was protruding from underneath her salty black shirt, sand now smeared all over it.
I was curious more than scared and so I walked up to her, noticing she was trying to breath, but obviously failing.
Her eyes were panicked, looking at the water like it was a lifeboat in a churning ocean.
She’s a mermaid came to me. Then she can’t breath air.
I ran over.
When she saw what I was going to do she looked at me wide eyed and bared her arms, as if to ward me off.
That didn’t make any sense to me, but mermaid or not, I was going to save her life.
When I put my hand on her shoulder, a small tingling feeling flew up it, like it had fallen asleep. But soon it passed and in ten seconds I had managed to finally roll her in the water. You have no idea how heavy mermaids are. There tail? Pure weight. Like 200 pounds alone!!!
She came alive like hair dipped in water as she breathed in her “air”.
A minute later, when she had gotten her breath, her lips moved underwater, like she was speaking. As the bubbles from it popped on the surface I could hear what she said.
*pop* “I” *pop* “need to” *pop* “talk” *pop* “to you.” *pop* “Put” *pop* “your” *pop* “ears” *pop* “underwater.”
And thank god I did.
I laid down and put my ear in the water, now hearing her perfectly.
How on the full moons at 12 I would become a mermaid. How I should not have touched her. But thanks for saving her life anyway.
Finally she stopped talking and gave me a pearl necklace.
“Thank you for saving my life. Though there are consequences, I hope you find them also a blessing.”
And like that she swam away.
Even now I wonder who she was and if there are more like her out there, like me.
I pulled back from the light. No, it was just plain silly. Moths weren’t saving lives, they were just dumb. Period.
My breath shone out on the air like smoke and I flicked on my flashlight as I went into my garage to get out my bike.
Light in teeth, I hopped onto my bike, slipping on my helmet.
A mermaid was not going to die from falling off her bike.
I checked my watch. 11:25. Shoot!
I only had 35 minute left!
I rubbed my hands together for warmth in a cold night and set off, down the empty roads. One or two lonely cars passed me and there were even less pedestrians. No bikes but mine.
Even Solano was empty.
I was lucky it wasn’t 12 in the afternoon that I turned into a mermaid.
The beach would surely be crowded and how I’d get out of school was a mystery.
Not that 12 at night was much better. The next day I was usually tired and grumpy, Quin not helping the cause.
Why she’s annoying:
She a. randomly cringes whenever I do something, b. says crap, spaghetti, and foo foo the cat way too often, c. is just annoying in general and finally d. writes stories about me being a mermaid.
Uggg... not someone to see in the morning.
The petals moved faster as the seconds carried on... minutes lost, I would surely not make it. I would suffocate and everyone would wonder about me and my tail.
Then I wondered if I would still turn back to a human, even if I was dead.
I mentally slapped myself. No silly, childish, scary questions like that.
My legs pumped even faster, the growing burning feeling in them ignored by panic. It wouldn’t even matter if I crashed into something. If I didn’t go this fast I would die anyway.
Then I was there.
The beach. I almost wanted to cry with relief as I ran down the beach in my flip-flops, the sand making craters everywhere I had stepped.
I slipped off my jacket and flip-flops and ran into the water, the change would surely come in a few seconds.
Then I felt it.
My legs pulled together like they were two very strong magnets and they went numb as they entirely joined, grew, turned blue, and finally flattened at the end like it was the end of the paintbrush.
Then feeling came back to it and I stuck my head underwater as I stopped being able to breath air and started to breath water.
I moved my magnificent tail, the moon casting white shadows on the ripples in the water where I had been. The moon also reflected on my tail which was a sight to see as my tail was a beautiful as a waterfall and with the color scheme of an entirely blue rainbow from sky blue to turquoise.
I flew through the water faster than I had ever gone before on land and there were few other moments in my life as perfect as this. The water whistling past my ears, the beautiful fish. It was pure greatness.
I only had an hour, but I planned to make it good, so I swam around in the depths until some time had passed. I then came to the surface and looked towards the shore.
I swam back, looking like a strange oversized mino, until my tail scraped the bottom.
Then the hour hit one of a new day and I transformed back, my clothing now thoroughly soaked through and in need of a non-salty shower.
I slipped my flip-flops back on and pulled on my warm jacket and stared out at the sea, secretly wishing for just a bit more time... but no.
I turned my head and walked back to my bike.