Hey! I got this idea when I watched h20: Just Add Water then other day, than, knowing me, I thought about twilight. So, yeah. LOBES YA! –Cammie
Hey. I'm Kimberley Anne "Kim" Connweller. My parents are Stephen and Tory Connweller; I have a twelve year old brother named Mason Connweller, and an eight year old sister named Elizabeth "Lizzie" Connweller. I'm seventeen years old. I'm also a Quileute Indian, and I live on Quileute Road. I also have had a crush on a boy my age who I sat next to in school since seventh grade. His name is Jared Cameron. I've had my crush/obsession on him since third grade. He is just so cute!
But I'm more than just some seventeen year old, lovesick, Native American, I'm a mermaid. About one year ago, I was surfing around Micaum Island, when a giant wave came and swept me on the shore of the island. I was knocked out for a couple hours, and than my best friend Chloie Williams came to get me. But we got knocked into a freezing cold river, and floated down to a little cave. We couldn't find another way, so we just went in. We decided to jump in and swim out threw the bottom. It just so happens that it was the full moon. The water started to bubble, and now every time both of us touches even a drop of water, we grow tails and turn into mermaids.
My tail is blue/gold/silver and Chloie's is pink/green/bronze/peach. My bikini top is actual two shiny pink seashells that just cling to my breasts. Chloie's are shiny red craps that cling to her breasts. When I'm not a mermaid, my hair is black and goes a little lower than my shoulders, but while I'm in the water my hair turns bleach blond, curly, and below my waist. Chloie's hair is normal silky black and goes to the small of her back, but when she's a mermaid it's bleach blond, with black streaks, and below her waist. I don't consider myself beautiful, but when we're both mermaids we turn into the most beautiful girls alive. We're both sirens, and enjoying singing just to watch boys chase after us. But we stopped that after a few months after finding out about our powers.
It was a cold February morning in La Push. With my black winter jacket, beige stiletto boots, black skinny jeans, blue, purple and grey Mexican tank top (you know, the tank tops with layers? That bounce when you jump?), and my hair straightened, I walked briskly to my red four door Dodge Charger. My parents are quite rich, so we drive nice cars, wear fancy clothes, and we have a huge mansion. I opened the door, got in, and drove down the bumpy road to La Push High.
When I pulled into the parking lot, I saw Jacob Black, Embry Call, Quil Ateara and Alexandra "Ali" Margarita passing around a soccer ball outside on the front field. I've always kind of liked Embry, Jacob, Quil and Ali as friends, but they just keep to themselves, really.
I parked my car, and as soon as I got out, my friends Angelina Jackson, Tyler "Ty" Johnson, and Brandon Meyers came swaggering over to me. Ty leaned on the car next to mine (a black Chevy Pickup truck I recognized as Paul Lahote's), Brandon grabbed my bag from my arm, and Angelina leaned on the back of my car.
"Hey, K!" called Ty.
"Hey, Ty. Whatsup?"
"Wasting my life away in retard school in retard La Push. You?" Ty answered.
I sighed. I really hated La Push. It was so small, too old, too many memories, and too ragged. "Same. What about you guys, Angie and Brandi?"
"Same," the spoke in unison.
This is pretty much my life, day in and day out: wake up, watch out for water, take a shower, grow a tail, dry off, get a banana or something for breakfast, watch out for water, get in my car, watch out for water, drive to school, watch out for water, attend school, watch out for water, drool over Jared, watch out for water, drive home, watch out for water, hang out, watch out for water, go for a swim in the ocean, dry off, go home, watch out for water, have supper, watch out for water, go to bed, watch out for water, and do it all over again. Boring. Well, the mermaid part isn't boring. It's rather exciting. Neither of mine or Chloie's family knows about us being aquatic mythical creatures from the sea. The only people who know about us are us. No one else.
So, knowing my luck, as soon as all four of us walked out of the student parking lot, it started to rain. And not just rain, but pour. The liquid got all over my skin.
Oh, no! Without evening giving my friends a look, I ran as fast as I could to the girls' bathroom, while counting down the seconds. 1 mississippi, 2 mississippi, 3 mississippi, 4 mississippi, six more seconds until I pop a tail! I was about eighteen feet from the girls' bathroom. 5 mississippi, sixteen feet, 5 mississippi, twelve feet, 6 mississippi, nine feet, 7 mississippi, six feet, 8 mississippi, four feet, 9 mississippi, one foot, 10 mississippi. I didn't even have enough time to close the door before I felt a tingling in my legs, dust swirled around my legs, and my feet became one, my hair coloured lengthened, and lightened, than my shirt and jacket became two seashells, and my floppy tail shut the door for me.
Ugh! It's times like these when I really want to live in a sunny place that gets hardly any rain. As I grabbed a paper towel to try to dry myself off, I heard the first period bell ring. Oh, seashells! Yeah, when I turn into a mermaid I act like I've always been from the water, with comebacks like holy clams, fish bait, you're a load of barnacles, stuff like that.
It was about ten-thirteen minutes after the bell rang that I finally regained my legs, my hair, my clothes, and my ability to walk. After throwing my jacket in my locker and replacing my boots with simple flats, I ran to my homeroom, English with Mr. McClain, which is also one of four classes that I share with Jared. In fact, we're lab partners. But only because both of us weren't there the day we chose lab partners. It's Biology, and try to watch the love of your life dissect a frog while he ignores you. It's not pretty.
Anyway, when I ran, out of breath into the class, Mr. McClain chewed me out.
"Ms. Connweller. Nice of you to join us," he growled. He has always been the most meanest teacher in all of school. All three schools, Quileute Tribal School, La Push Intermediate, and La Push High School.
I just stood there, sheepishly, holding my binder. "Sorry, sir. I kinda got caught up tryina open my locker."
"Proper grammer, proper grammer! It should be, 'I am sorry, sir. I got caught up in trying to open the door of my locker'! Repeat it, repeat it!" he yelled.
My cheeks were begingging to turn red as I noticed Jared, looking bulkier and more handsome, and his long hair was cropped, was there. Him and Paul Lahote had been out for about three weeks now. Both boys were back.
"Repeat the statement, Kimberley!" Mr. McClain yelled again.
"I am sorry, sir. I got caught up in trying to open the door of my locker," I mimicked.
"Good. Now, sit down and if you are ever late again I'll send you to the office!"
Quickly, I walked to my seat beside Jared. He still didn't look at me. No one did. No one every even thinks about the invisible girl who sits beside Jared Cameron. No one. But my parents spoil me.
"Everyone, get out the pens that belong to you, and prepare for today's pop quiz on Mary Shelley," our teacher announced. Normally, we would groan, but if you groan or moan, you can kiss your socially life and dignity goodbye.
I looked around, but noticed that I didn't have a pen. Uh-oh! I don't even have my bag! Crap! I looked at Jared. Hmm, maybe if I just nudge him and ask for a little pen to give back at the end of a day?
Oh, God, please don't let me embarrass myself! I thought, as I leaned my hand over to tap Jared's shoulder. He was looking into his bag.
"Hey, Jared," I whispered.
He turned to me. As soon as our eyes met, I think my heart melting into his amazing chocolate brown eyes. He started into my eyes, and didn't even blink once. Not once in a matter of forty-eight seconds. Noda. Zilch. Nothin. Not even an eye twitch. Just stared straight into my eyes.
I blinked a couple times, than whispered, "Um, er, can I burrow, um, a pen? Please? I'll, er, give it back after, um, class."
As soon as I said 'class', his hang sprung into his bag and, without taking his eyes off mine or blinking, he handed me a simple blue ink pen.
"Thanks," I whispered, sending him a small smile.
"Okay, ladies and gentleman, start to write your Mary Shelley quizzes, and hand them up to me when you are done. You have forty minutes. Start."
I wrote my name on my paper, Kimberley Connweller. Because in this class we're required to write our full first and last name on worksheets, tests, exams, quizzes, etc.
1. When was the exact date Mary Shelley died?
1 February 1851
2. What book is she best known for writing?
Frankenstein and the Modern Prometheus
3. Where was Mary Shelley born and on what date?
"Oh, I know this! Um! Oh, yeah!"
30 August 1797 in London, England.
After I wrote down the answer for number three, I looked up, and noticed Jared was staring at me with a look of love and want on his face. When my eyes met his, a huge grin spread across his face. I grinned back for a few seconds, than looked at his paper. All he had was, Jared Cameron written in his normal messy writing. None of the answers were written, and we were already fifteen or sixteen minutes into the quiz. I pointed to his paper, and he looked down, momentarily embarrassed. Than he started writing. Answer to number one: 2 March 1856. Answer to number 2: Frankenstein. Answer to number 3: 20 December 1749 in Cheshire, England. He was going to fail.
Looking back to my quiz, I started answering more questions.
4. What is Mary Shelley's full maiden name?
Mary Wollstonecraft Goodwin
5. What are the biggest tradegies in Mary Shelley's life?
She had two mischarriages, two of her children died, and her husband Percy Shelley drowned
6. Who was Percy Shelley to Mary Shelley?
Her husband, and he drowned when he was 29 years old
7. When was Frankenstein published?
In 1818
8. When did Mary Shelley return to England? Why did she do so?
She returned in 1823, after her husband, Percy, died.
9. When did Mary and Percy Shelley marry?
In 1816, after Percy's first wife committed suicide
10. Why did Mary Shelley's mother die?
Ten days after Mary Shelley was born, her mother died from complications with Mary Shelley's birth
11. Who were Mary Shelley's parents?
William Godwin and Mary Wollstonecraft
We had only about thirteen minutes left after I finished, so I walked up, dropped my test in the box, and walked out the door. I didn't even realized it, but Jared had done exactly the same thing I did, and was now following me to my locker.
When I opened my locker, I dropped my binder in, grabbed my biology textbooks, and turned to look at Jared. "Hey."
He smiled and he glowed with delight. "Hey." Jared stepped a little closer, and twirled my black hair in his huge fingers. "It's like beautiful, night black silk." He leaned in and sniffed it. "It smells like ocean." Well, what do you expect? I'm a freaking mermaid! Of course my hair smells like ocean. But, oh my god! Jared is sniffing my hair! He's actually talking to me. He twirled it, and than let it fall before stepping closer to me. "Your beautiful."
Jared took my face in his hands, and leaned down, his lips just centimeters from mine, his breath tickling my face. Just a few more seconds and . . .
RING! RING! RING! RING!
The second period bell rang. I pulled away, but Jared stayed where he was. Reluctanly, I started to walk towards Biology with Jared at my side. I glanced at him sideways. "So, is this just a prank? A joke for you and your friends?" I asked.
Jared intertwined his fingers in mine and they were scorching hot. "Kim, I promise this is not a joke. Or a prank. Please believe me." We walked into our class, with Ms. Howard, and sat at our normal Biology table, in front of Quil and Jacob, beside Chloie and Jessie, and Ty and Brandon, and behind Angelina and Ali, and Paul and Ryan.
Thanx for reading! I really loved to write this chapter, and I hope you loved to read it! I'll update as soon as possible! Lobes ya! And if you guys lobe me, you'll review! I lobe reviews! Any kind of reviews: bad, good, mean, descriptive, anything you have to say about this chapter! REVIEW, PLZZ! -Cammie
