Chapter 1
Leaves
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in Ingo.
My story is about what happened next. This is my first chapter of my first story, so I hope you enjoy it! Please review any of the chapters, because review are a great help!
There's an expression, isn't there? Turning over a new leaf. Making a fresh start. A new beginning. I've tried turning my leaf over many times, but it never seems to have worked. Even my brother Conor and Granny Carne had to try to turn my leaf over at one point.
It was like an addiction: it made us feel good at the present, but there were also long-term consequences. Ingo is over now. Lots of things are over. First, there's my dad. He disappeared a long time ago, and he never returned. Police and search parties and investigators can do all they like, but they have no idea. I know where my dad is, but I can't tell a soul – except Conor of course. I'll never stop missing Dad. Every time I think about him my heart aches like never before, and I can barely breathe. I know where Dad is, but I can't reach him. So close but yet so far…
Rodger is over too. When Dad vanished, Mum got herself a new man, who was a diver. When he dove down into a part of the world of the Mer, he was injured. Conor and I saved him, but when he was well again, we decided it was better if he didn't see Mum anymore. Obviously she was upset, but disguised this by telling us that she couldn't care less.
But above all, Ingo is over. Conor and I are lucky to still be here, seeing as Ingo can hold you tight in its beautiful and wonderful grasp, and before you know it, you can't escape. That's what happened to Dad: seduced by a mermaid and never seen again. Conor and I were close to that (though in my case it was a merman), but luckily we pulled ourselves together before Ingo took over entirely.
From now on, we're going to have a normal life. Conor's going to concentrate on his schoolwork and pass his GCSEs, hoping for a good job, and I'm going to concentrate on just being a normal teenager. No stress, drama or weird addictions, just normal, boring everyday life. I can manage that, can't I?
