Run As Fast As You Can

Hey so this is my first H20 fanfiction because I am trying to branch out from Shake It Up. With this, I wanted to like focus on their mermaidness. So I hope you enjoy and any comments and suggestions?

Cleo's POV

It was a sunny day for Australia. I was thanking my lucky stars, because if there was, that would bring chaos. But like I said, there isn't. No worries.

"Cleo, pass the cheese," my little twit of a sister, Kim, demanded. She held out her hand. I looked down at her, expecting to hear a please.

After a while of me starting at her, she said, "I am waiting!" I grabbed the bowl of shredded cheese and smacked it in her hand. Kim smirked at me and began to spread the cheese on her spaghetti.

"So, Cleo, how was your day?" Dad wondered, twisting up his spaghetti so it rolled onto his fork.

"Incredibly boring. Just like the same all week. Studying for a big test in Trigonometry," I murmured.

"Sounds interesting," Dad suggested. I snorted.

"Cleo, pass me the sauce," Kim demanded, even though the sauce was closer to her than it was to me.

"You have arms, Kim," I moaned.

"Be a sister," Kim insisted.

"Girls," Dad warned.

"Fine. I'll get it," Kim proclaimed. She reached for the bin of sauce when her chest slammed into her china cup, knocking it over.

"KIM!" I screeched when the water hit my hand.

"It's just a little water," Kim assured.

"I'm going to go wash up," I murmured, standing from the table and sprinting to my room.

"Cleo!" I heard my dad call after me.

All I was thinking of was: just let me get to my room. I finally reached my room when I fell faceplant on the ground. My feet felt like they were in a cocoon and my stomach had been exposed. I reached for the door and, using my fingertips, slammed it shut.

What was sheer luck was that my cell phone was laying right on the ground in front of me. I reached for it and dialed my best friend and also mermaid Emma's number.

"Em?" I said when she picked up.

"Cleo, what is going on?" Emma wondered. No hi or how are you doing. Typical Emma.

"The banana has been peeled," I whispered. That was our code phrase for when we turned into mermaids. My three friends and I, Emma and Ricky, turned into a mermaid two years ago. The secret has bonded us together, and I don't know where we could have been without this. Of course, there were some cons. We couldn't touch water without turning into a marine, mythical being.

"Cleo, what did you do?" Emma groaned.

"Kim knocked the glass of water down," I explained reluctantly.

"Alright, well Ricky and I will be there in a second unless you want to towel-dry it," Emma suggested.

"Come over fast," I laughed.

"Anyway so guess who just asked me out?" Emma squealed.

"Omigosh who ask- hold on." I halted. I leaned over to my window to see a black shadowy figure with something in it's hand.

"Emma!" I exclaimed.

"What?" Emma asked, worried.

"There is somebody outside."