Seaweed

Something I wrote last year for fiction class.


What was described as a miserable, stormy July night to some was invigorating to the young mergirl. Her heart pulsed with each violent tear from the sky. Each fin wriggled beneath her, her nostrils poking up slightly above the barrier of the sea.
She waited under the waves, watching the spheres pelt down on her head.The water churned and moved around her as if tossing in a terrible nightmare. The murky, blackish blue liquid splashed up on the corner of the dock, taunting all the land dwellers who were sleeping safely inside their little beach houses.
The sky roared and made great flashes that she couldn’t help but watch. As much as her parents warned her to stay under during storms, she couldn’t help but thrust her body out of the depths, hoisting herself up onto the sand. No one walked along the beach, no one came outside. She was safe, and it was much too foggy for them to catch a glimpse of her anyhow. Trouble would find her quickly if merfolk or land dweller found her laying there.
Perhaps her fixation with rainy days was strange, but the habit of lying on the cold sand as water hit her fins was just unheard of. She would be thought a lunatic, a crazy little fish girl who needed to be locked away in a damp cave somewhere to think about what she had done wrong.
She didn’t see anything wrong with liking storms, and she seemed immune to the strange flashes that could set things to fire. They never hit her, and she had a feeling they never would. She settled into the grainy sand, letting the tide wash over her. Suddenly, she saw a light in the distance. Blinking, she looked to see that it was not an ordinary streetlight or house light. It was moving towards her, and her ears pricked up as she heard footsteps and a distant mumbling. She pulled herself up by greenish blue arms and dove back among the waves. She flipped her tail and started to swim in the opposite direction, fighting against the tide. Something stopped her though. A tugging curiosity caused her to turn around and stare out at the beach. She wanted to see what the light was. Moving in closer to the land, she rose her head only slightly above water. Just enough that her black eyes were exposed.
Down the beach, the light was zigzagging. There were people behind it, she could tell.
“We shouldn’t be out here. We’re going to be struck by lightning. We’re going to die! We’re going to die James!”
The little Mergirl picked up on an extremely aggravated, female sounding voice. She tilted her head slightly in the water, letting her pointed ears get some air. She still couldn’t see them, the air was so heavy. Hesitantly, she let the waves push her farther towards the beach. It just sort of happened, and she realized it helped her get a better view.
“It’s so wet!” The voice complained. The mergirl squinted.
“You are so overdramatic.” A male voice said flatly. The voices were hushed and drowned out by the storm, but the mergirl had highly developed ears.
“And you are a reckless idiot!”
The mergirl laughed. She could understand their language, and found it amusing. She found a rock that stood out on the edge of the beach and she hid behind it, holding on for balance. The people with the strange light in their hands came by her, flashing the things all around the sand. It looked like they were looking for something. She had never seen a land dweller venture out in such bad weather, and she had been out many times. These people were different.
“We don’t need it it’s long gone anyways… we can buy her a new one, please, let’s just go home,” the girl pleaded.
“We can’t. She’s going to kill us and you know it.”
“Well that’s not my fault.”
The mergirl caught sight of her face. She was young, probably around twelve, completely soaked in a plaid pink raincoat. Her hair clung to her round face and her lip quivered violently. She looked miserable.
“It was your fault! You insisted on wearing it before you nearly drowned!” The boy said.
“You were supposed to be watching me instead of watching the surfers! And I could’ve died!” Her voice shook.
“You’re twelve and you can’t even swim yet you go to the beach.”
“Well you’re sixteen and you’re afraid of your own twin.”
“I’m not afraid of Ella. But even if I was, that’s a void comeback because you’re afraid of her too.”
“Yeah well I’m a girl so it’s okay.”
The boy let out a huge groan. They stopped in front of the rock, and the mergirl felt close enough to reach out and touch the strange beings. They were immensely entertaining to listen to, although she wasn’t quite sure what they were going on about.
“Why would you borrow something from someone you’re afraid of when you know you break everything you touch?”
“I do not.”
“You do.”
“Do not!” The grumpy, red faced girl whacked the light stick on the head of the boy, and the mergirl got a better look at him through the mist. He was lanky and awkward and just as drenched as the small girl beside him. He kept staring at the ground and waving the light around the breaking point of the water. He sighed heavily. The girl smirked slightly. “It’s not here, so let’s go home before we die.”
“For the hundredth time, we’re not going to die. But fine. Now we will die when Ella finds out you lost her stupid necklace.”
This peaked the mergirls interest. She had found an odd necklace the other day at the bottom of the dropoff, buried beneath a few sleepy crabs and broken fragments of shell. Could that have been what they were looking for? Whether it was or not, she couldn’t come in contact with them to find out so there was no point in wondering. Still, she wondered, touching the brown cord around her neck. The two kids looked absolutely distraught, so she did the only thing she could think of doing. She ripped it off her scaly skin and tossed it at the boys head, just before ducking down behind the rock.
“What the! Oh. What’s this?”
He peeled it off of his face, staring hard. “It looks like some kind of mangled brown seaweed.”
“Ew!” The girl shrieked. “Don’t put it near me!”
He grinned and shoved it in her face, receiving a piercing screech. “I’m dying! It’sucking my skin!” She screamed, flailing her arms around. The boy was laughing at her. “I hate you! I hate you James you butthair I hate you!”
The two ran off screaming, heading towards the big, looming structures where the land dwellers hid at night.
The mergirl wasn’t exactly sure what to think, but the storm had calmed and it was no longer thundering. The rain was barely a trickle and the waves were timid at best. She was frowning. She had wasted that beautiful piece of jewelry on those weird, bickering land people. It was obviously not going to help them with their problem, and she was tired so she retreated back to her underwater cave a mile or so away.

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