MERMAID (chapter 2.2)

by Kanga in my own little bubble

The only explanation I could come up with was that she was a mermaid. I know how stupid that seems but what else could she be? And there is no scientific evidence that proves mermaids don’t exist. And how come people from all over the world who have never even communicated, knew about mermaids? And that they all have the same features, a tail and beauty. It isn’t just coincidence.

I hauled myself off the comfortable position on the floor, and went over to my suitcase. I don’t know why, even though we only stay here for a couple of weeks, I always seem to bring my whole room in my suitcase. You know, just in case there’s a fire or something at our house while we are away. At least I’ll have all my things here, safe and sound.

Searching through my huge black luggage bag, I found what I was looking for at last.

Some pencils and my art book. On the cover it said ‘Property of Cyria Simmons. DO NOT OPEN!’

OK so I’m not a Leonardo da Vinci, but I must admit, I do have a few skills in drawing life like portraits. But when I colour them in, it always messes it up. Though this time, I was going to draw the mermaid and use colour anyway. I have a really bad memory so when I want to remember something, I usually draw it.

There’s my first birthday party in year three, I wasn’t that good a drawer back then, but still alright for a nine year old. There’s Christmas and Easter and new years celebrations. There is also the start of our holiday at Ocean Beach, except I didn’t draw what happened at the end…

I sat back against the door, turned to a new blank page and started to draw.

It took an hour to finish. Hey, can’t rush perfection. And when it was finally done, I closed my art book, placed it on the bed and went out to talk to dad. Drawing always makes me calmer and helps me to concentrate. When my math teacher figured this out, she stopped giving me detentions for all the little doodles I drew in the margins of my book.

Anyway, I sauntered towards the living room, where dad was sitting on the couch watching the plasma in built TV. Yep. It’s so cool.

“Hey dad, sorry about being weird before.”

I thought it was best to keep the mermaid thing a secret. I mean, I didn’t want him sending me off to a shrink and a cell.

“I’m sure it was too much sun,” I grinned.  

He sighed, obviously relieved. “Well I’m glad that’s over. So what do you want for dinner?”

That’s one of the best things about dad. He always let’s me choose, not the other way around. But he still puts his foot down, if it’s something over rated. Like when I wanted chocolate and ice-cream for dinner when I was ten.

“Uh, how about fish?” I answered brightly, giggling when I see the look on his face. So far he has only caught one fish. And it was tiny, about the size of my thumb.

“Fine,” he mumbled, embarrassed. “We’ll go get some from the chip place down at The Shops.”

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