A/N: ok, hi! this is i think the first fanfic for Isabel of the Whales. YAY!!! i feel special *cough* anyway, this is what i think should have happened in the second book, if the author had made another one.
Disclaimer: i don't own any of the characters. they are not mine, nothing is mine.*sob*
Hi again. It's me, Isabel, the Chosen One. Yup, I know, I narrate this story too, even though it's called "Jessaloup of the People." So, if you haven't read the book before this, let me fill you in.
When I was in fifth grade I went on a whale watch with my class. Of course I was obsessed with whales then too, so I was hyped to go. But something completely life changing happened. I fell into the water, AND TURNED INTO A WHALE! So, for a whole year I was a whale. I became part of Onijonah's family, or pod, and learned how to be a whale. Apparently, I was a Chosen One, so it was my mission to learn about the whales, and to teach them about humans. I was doing just fine with being a "mermaid," a human who can turn into a whale, when I got bit by a shark. Yes, I know. It got infected, so the whales sent me back home to keep me alive. But, while I was a whale, I had fallen in love with another whale in my pod. His name was Jessaloup. He was the last one I saw before becoming human again.
I still do love him, but I know nothing will happen because I'm a human now, and well, he's still a whale. I'm now 15. Everyday I've gone down to the jetty and jumped into the water. I always hope that something will happen, and I'd turn back into a whale. But, nothing ever does. The whales said that one day I may return, but when will that day be?
Tom, my boyfriend when I was 14, has come over to my house to help me with the whales poster I was coloring. If you're asking why I said "was" it's because Tom and I broke up. I was never truly in the relationship with him, and I didn't want to hold him back. But he still comes over and helps with the whales organization we started.
"So Isabel," Tom started to say, " are you excited for school to start up again?" it was still summer and we had about a week left until high school started.
"Yes! I can't wait to go to high school! It's so exciting, and I get to see Kristen and Molly again. I should really call them . . . ," I started to trail off in thought.
"I wonder if we'll see new people," Tom said while stroking his brush with blue paint on it to make the flukes of a blue whale.
"I think we will, considering it's a bigger school and all," I said, painting the seaweed green. Paint never did it justice.
An hour later, Tom had left to go to a friend's soccer game, and I was left to do what I wanted. After my brothers left for college, my parents weren't home as often as they were before. My mom would go to the mall with friends, only because she liked the noise (living in a house with twin boys does things to you). And my dad would just work longer hours. So, here we are with me. This was mostly the time when I would go down to the jetty and jump in, but I didn't feel like getting wet, so I just backed a small bag containing a notepad, some pens, a granola bar, and a water bottle.
I got to the jetty and had set up my spot right on the edge, the one spot where you could see all along the beach. I sat down and started drawing a few little cartoon sea stars and dolphins when I heard something not of the norm. At first it sounded like panting and crying for help, but then it was just loud yelling. It sounded like a boy my age, but when I turned around, there was nothing. Then I looked to the beach and I found my answer. There, lying in the sand, was a tall, tan, and black haired boy. His voice can sure travel far, I thought. As if he could hear my thoughts, he looked over in my direction. His eyes were green like the seaweed I had seen in the tropics when I went there with the whales.
It seemed as if he wanted me to walk over and talk to him by the way he was looking at me. So, I got up, packed all my things in my bag, and started walking over to where he was on the beach. By the time I had gotten there, he had readjusted himself, so he was sitting, and not lying, in the sand. When I got closer, I got the feeling that I knew him from somewhere before, but I had sworn that I had never seen him before in my life. I was standing next to him when he gestured for me to sit next to him, but patting the sandy spot next to him.
"Hi," I said sheepishly. He looked surprised by the tone of my voice.
"Don't you remember me Isabel?" he asked, looking deep into my eyes. I wonder if he could see the fear in them once he said my name.
"No, but I feel like I know you anyway," I said, hoping he didn't think I was weird. Even though he was a stranger, I didn't want him thinking I was a wack-job.
"The Elders said you would act this way," he said under his breath. I don't think I was supposed to hear that.
"Um, how do you know my name?" I asked politely. I also didn't want him thinking I was rude.
"Isabel, I spent an entire year with you. You were part of my family, remember," he said looking back at me with his green, green eyes. They were beautiful up close. My jaw dropped open. I did know what he was talking about. He was a whale! HE WAS JESSALOUP!!!
"Jessaloup!" I said before hugging him, and almost toppling us both over in the sand.
"I can't believe you're here! How did you get here? What has it been like since I was gone? Is Mistenbel all grown up? What about Onijonah?" I had so many questions that I couldn't contain them all.
"Ok, ok, calm down. Let me answer one before you ask another," Jessaloup joked while he straightened himself and wrapped his arms around me.
"First of all, I came here to be with you. The Elders saw that I was so miserable after you left, so they waited until the next mating season. When I didn't sing, they knew it was because I was unhappy about you leaving. They waited and waited, when finally, I asked them if I could come to you. They decided that since I was gifted enough to be loved by a Chosen One, that I was gifted enough to turn into a human too. And well, it worked," he finished, spreading his arms wide to show himself off. I then realized that all he had on was some swim trunks. I think my brothers had some clothing that they left behind, he looked like their size.
"Anyway," he continued, "it's been boring without you. Mistenbel has grown pretty fast, and she still asks when you're going to come and play hide-and-ping with her. Onijonah has had one other calf and is pregnant now with another. She's pretty much the eldest female of the family too," he said.
"Well, that's cool. Where are you going to live while you're human?" I asked.
"I'm old enough to live on my own, aren't I?" he asked, looking down at my face. Once I thought about it, I really didn't know how old he was.
"Wait, how old are you?" I asked, returning the quizzical look he had just given me.
"Whales measure years but feeding seasons. I've lived for 18 feeding seasons. Is that old enough for humans to live on their own?" he asked.
"Yup, just perfect. Although, you look older than 18 to me," I said, looking him up and down. He looked to be about 6'8, he had midnight black hair cut just below his ears, his eyes were as green as a four-leaf clover, and he was nicely tanned all over. Of course, no farmer's tan for a whale. But he had a lot of muscles to him, which made him look even older than an 18-year-old.
"Um, I think we should go back to my house to get you some clothes to wear. My parents won't be home until 10pm tonight. Let's go," I said, standing up. Jessaloup looked at me, and then attempted to stand up.
"It's way easier to move in the water," he said with a laugh.
"I know what you mean," I huffed as I tried to help him stand. Sure I'm tall, but he's taller.
"Ok, Jessaloup, technically you're a whale. So, you don't have a place to live or any clothing to wear. Here are my brothers' clothes that they left behind while at college. I think my mom and dad will be fine if you live in the guest house out back. There's food, a place to sleep, a shower, sink, toilet, tv and couch, a refrigerator and microwave, and a table to eat at. Basically, it's a little home. So, you can live with me . . . , and not freak my parents out, ha-ha," I laughed as I said this because even though my parents were never home, they also would never understand why a boy 3 years older than me would be living with us.
"Ok, sounds good. Um, what do in-love humans do when they go to bed?" he asked.
"They say good night, hug and kiss, and then go to sleep," I answered him.
"Well, then come over here. Good night," he whispered in my ear before putting his lips gently on mine. At first I doubted that he knew how to kiss, but my gosh! He was an excellent kisser.
I pulled away with the biggest smile on my face and whispered back to him," 'Night," and went up to my room and went to bed.
A few moments later I heard my door softly open and someone whisper, "How do you sleep in a bed?"
I stifled a giggle, sat up, and said, "You first sit on the bed. Then you turn so your legs are on the bed and then lay down flat on it, and if you get cold, you have sheets and blankets to keep you warm like this," I said while I grabbed him and slid into my bed. He followed suet, and then wrapped his arms around me. He ask, "May I sleep in your bed tonight to see what it's like to sleep?"
"Sure, but I'm pretty tired, so I won't be able to answer any questions. Good night Jessaloup," I said before slipping into the dreamland of sleep.
A/N: ok, how was that? makes you want to read the book right? it's a really good one. so, i might have more, and i might not, i don't know. but please, Read~Enjoy~Review.