Young Writers Society

Chapter 1

I glared at the tiled floor angrily avoiding anyone's gaze. My nails dug into the palm of my hands as my fist tightened.

"Ellie? Ellie! Where are your manners? They're leaving now," my mother whispered furiously. I quickly looked up before pasting on a fake smile. Mother was now hugging Mrs. Mcneeth as they exchanged some last words. I looked past him, avoiding his gaze. I felt him open his mouth and quickly kneeled down to hug his little sister. She clung to me, refusing to ever let go.

"Remember, you will always be Princess Olivia," I whispered into her ear and smiled. She squealed with delight and went skipping to her mother. I slowly stood and walked away; towards his younger brother. He was looking away shyly, hi long blond bangs covering his eyes.

"You still going to play army without me?" I asked smiling for real now. He nodded.

"Its not going to be that fun though," he mumbled. I chuckled and patted him on the head.

"Well, thats good to know."

Olivia then came by then and pulled him away begging him to chase her. Now I was alone with him. We just stood there niether of us knowing what to say.

"Well, I hope you like Minnisota," I finaly managed to say. He just nodded.

"So I guess this is goodbye, huh?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

"Yeah..."

Silence.

"Well, bye Jake," I said awkwardly, It felt weird to say it.

"Bye. And I'll keep practicing on my Moo-Moo!" he added jokingly. I laughed, glad that I was able to see that smile before he left.

In third grade, he used to make fun of my ballet dances and made up his own steps. One of them was called the Moo-Moo. It was stupid, but that little joke stuck with us.

Jake ran up to the rest of his family. They were already in line, getting ready to board the plane. He turned around to wave before disappearing into the untidy crowded line.

I frowned, unhappy that he would just remember me as a friend and would never know the secret

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"Oh come on Ellie! Tell me the truth!" complained Miranda as she flopped onto her bed. She was furiously fanning herself with her notebook, trying to stay cool in the heat of the summer.

"What truth?" I asked, obviously playing dumb.

"What exactly happened at the airport?"

"I told you already! I said bye, he said something about the Moo-Moo, and the he left!" I replied, exasperated. She pouted

"Fine."

I breathed heavily.

"Hey Mir, want to come to the beach with me? I'm drying up." I sighed.

"When was the last time you went?" she asked worriedly.

"About six days ago..."

"Then you have to go now!" she demanded sitting up.

"So are you coming with me?"

"Yeah, sure..." She stood up grabbed her cellphone and skipped out the door. She may be sixteen, but she sure acted like a six year old. I followed her slowly, almost sulkily.

The beach was about a five minute walk from her apartment. That was convenient or else I would have been fried by now. I gained some energy when the ocean sent filled my senses. I followed it, hungry for it to wash away the sadness that I kept hidden. I stood at the edge of the ocean, the waves nearly reaching my toes. I was completely oblivious to the world that surrounded me; all I saw was the water.

"I'll be waiting here!" shouted Miranda from behind. I just gave a slight nod before walking into the cool thinkness of my home. I felt my legs melt together to become one. Slowly, my blue tail formed and before I knew it I was flying into the depth of the waters.