ISLA POV
"Mother please! Please!" Isla Green screamed as her mother dragged her down the Cairnholm street.
"Don't call me that!" Isla's mother snapped. "I'm not the mother of a fish!" She shoved Isla onto the curb. "Now don't even think about coming back. If you do, I promise you, you'll wish you were never born." She ran home without glancing behind her.
Isla cried until she had no more tears left. Then she sat there, with her arms curled around her legs, wondering how she was going to survive.
Alright, that's the end of the prologue! Hope you enjoyed. Sorry it was so short, I promise the rest will be longer. Byeeeeee!
