Chapter 3: Chapter Two
"Dimitri sweetie, are you okay?" My mom asked me on the way to the drive in. She wanted to eat out, but eating out in public is hard for me, so I suggested we go to the drive in instead.
"Yeah mom, I'm fine. Just thinking about the presentations next Monday."
"Oh honey, don't worry about those. I know you will do great! Mount Vesuvius will erupt and your class will be awed." She said almost like a Broadway actress. She likes to try and predict how things will go, and most of the time, she is right.
We make it to the drive in with a few minutes to unload everything and set up the picnic blanket. My mother really out did herself this time. She brought four different types of sandwiches, two pies, three two liters of soda, and extra side dishes. I think she forgot that there are only four of us and I don't eat much on my own anyway.
My sister Isabelle tried to reach for the butterscotch pudding, but my mother slapped her hand away.
"Not yet young lady, you need to eat some real food first. Here." She handed her a ham salad sandwich and a plate with potato salad and barbecue chips. I chose to have a ham sandwich as well, but that's all I could eat. I started to feel sick again.
The movie we were watching was called Will You Stay. I got home from the dinner picnic at around 9pm. I had school the next day, so I decided to shower and get the grass smell off of me. I collected my sleep clothes and headed to the bathroom.
The bathroom was a medium sized bathroom, not too small, but not Hollywood large, and I like it that way. It had a blue, white, and black color scheme. The sink, toilet, and bath were all white, and the shelves were black. The curtains were all a navy blue color, and lined with green wisps. I placed my clothes on the counter next to the sink, and locked the door.
I went to turn the shower on, and checked that the temperature was hot enough. About ten seconds later I fell to the ground.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming, and I was definitely not dreaming. My legs were replaced with a long, blood red tail. This long and heavy thing was laying out in front of me, glistening from the white bathroom lights, and the water in the shower was still running.
"Sweetheart, are you okay in there?" My mother asked through the locked door.
"Yeah mom I'm, I'm okay. Just dropped the shampoo bottle." I replied in the most unsuspecting way. I couldn't tell her I was part fish or what are they called? Merman? I struggled to grab the towel on the lowest shelf, but I caught hold and tried to dry off.
I knew I couldn't tell anyone about this. Not even my best friend Logan. I knew that if he found out, that he'd ask me a bunch of migraine-inducing questions. Worst case scenario, I'd get attention that I don't want, especially from the marine biologists down by the boardwalk. They've been researching aquatic mythical creatures for years, and if they found me, I don't even wanna know what'll happen.
As the days went by, I felt lonelier. I experimented with water and how it affected me. I took many trips to the boardwalk, careful not to get wet.
The thing that killed me the most was that I felt so isolated, and I mean more isolated than normal. I couldn't talk about this cool thing that I could do, and I couldn't experiment outside my bathroom, because the beaches are always full of people. Every time I would see a puddle or dark clouds, I ran into the closest building, so people got the impression that I was afraid of water. I mean, it's better than being found out right?
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