Chapter Two! I hope you enjoy! It's kind of a different chapter….

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-YellowSamuraiRanger (Emily)

Chapter Two: Sometimes People are off Limits

The water rushed all around me, my hair floated behind as if it was trying it's best to catch up. I was trailing behind Lindsay; Mia swam to the right of me. We were miles away from shore, in a place that would take boats a good amount of time to reach, but we had only been swimming for five minutes or so. This is what I loved about being a fictional fish, the quickness, the water surrounding me, the ability to just go anywhere without anyone finding me. Everything else, however, I hated.

I hated how I could never touch liquid, I hated how I can never take a normal shower again, and I hated keeping the secret.

And yet, at the very same time, the secret is the thing I may just love the most.

It had happened about three weeks ago. There is an island about two miles from the shore of the town, the same island that people swear is haunted. We had ended up there for a school project about fish after Lindsay's boat had broken down. To keep it simple, we ended up at this pool located beneath the island during s full moon.

There isn't much to explain, mostly because we have no idea what exactly happened.

Lindsay signals for us to surface, and we do as she says. I place my hands above my head, changing my direction from forwards to upwards. When I emerge out of the water, I gasp for breath. I could breathe undersea for an absurd amount of time, but still, I have to breathe.

Besides the ocean, and our heads poking out of the water, there is nothing around for miles. The water is too calm for waves, the ripples that were caused by our surfacing were almost nonexistent, and boats were out of the picture. I've truly never seen anything like it.

I move some of my wet hair, that clamped onto my skin as if it ware paper and I was the glue, before turning towards Mia and signaling her to speak.

She rolls her eyes, knowing I hate asking questions that other people are wondering, "What's a matter?"

"We never stop," came Lindsay's reply, "and take in the scene."

She looks straight at me, as if expecting me to contradict her statement at any moment. I just shake my head, informing her that I have nothing to say.

It was then that I realize that she was going to tell us something. That was how Lindsay admitted things; I've realized that after the three weeks I've known her. She isolates the people she wants to confide to. I've come to believe that it was her way of making sure no one overhears anything she says.

It had something to do with me. I wondered if she knew what had happened with Hunter earlier. We weren't the only ones on the beach at that time; maybe someone saw the kiss and told her. I freeze at the thought, because I knew that it was a possibility, but then I look back at Lindsay and realize her expression wasn't betrayed, or hurt, or disappointed.

I let out a sigh of relief, which was spontaneous enough to make Mia and Lindsay question it. I mumble, "It's nothing," and they don't give the action second thought.

"Okay, Linds," I ask out of pure curiosity, I lower myself into the water a little. The ends of blonde hair floated on top of the water, "What is truly up?"

"It's just…it's just that I kind of like this guys and I'm think about asking him to the End of School dance next week," she spoke like she was on the verge of stuttering. I really don't understand what was making her so uneasy.

Mia shot up, her tail becoming more visible in the clear liquid, "Really? That's great! But why so nervous?"

Lindsay's gaze shoots towards me, "It's, well…"

Mia laughs, "It isn't Hunter Winchester, is it?"

"Oh, heck no," Lindsay laughs to. I grit my teeth, almost mad that Mia made that reference.

"Then who is this mysterious boy?"

"It's your brother 'Lena, it is Adrian."

Without realizing what I was doing, I plunged into the water once again and took off, swimming faster than the speed of light.

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Thinking back on it, I wasn't sure why I had left. Maybe it was just because our relationship was mending for what seems like the first time in the seven years we have been here, maybe, because he was my brother.

But to be honest, I most defiantly taken off because despite all of our differences, he was really the only person I have left and I'm afraid of losing him too.

Our parents abandoned us-or at least I believe they abandoned us, everyone seemed to have decided that it was best to not tell Selena anything-when I was seven, Adrian was eight. We've lived with our Aunt Molly ever since.

But ever since we have arrived, whenever I needed Adrian he, came. When I called him during his football practice last year on my birthday, crying about how I might never have a normal party ever again-I hadn't had one since I was seven-he came and threw me one. It was just me and him. When he overheard me complain to myself how my bookshelf seemed empty, he went out and bought me a total of seventeen different teen-romance novels. Just last month, before I met Lindsay and Mia, and my science grade was slipping from a B to a C, he sat with me all night, explaining to me the difference between society's acceleration and scientist's acceleration.

I may have described my relationship with my brother as a weak one, but sometimes that is an understatement. It was just that he seemed to be rarely home while I always was, but whenever I needed him he came. I think it is because he felt responsible for me because-even though I am only ten months younger than him.

I simply don't like the feeling of Lindsay having a crush on him. Actually, I think I despise it.

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After taking a half-an hour to dry, I end up back at Georgia's.

It's more crowded than it was earlier, it is karaoke night. Even people from out of town make the journey to this little café for karaoke night. I sat at the back of the café, a pile of untouched French fried were laid out before me. In the distance, someone sung their heart out to Adele's 'Someone Like You.'

Lindsay and Mia wouldn't show up tonight, however. Lindsay claimed that karaoke gave her a headache.

I wonder if I am overreacting. I was used to girls dating my brother, but of course none of them were one of my best friends. And I still wasn't used to having best friends after isolating myself for so long.

A different person takes the stage, this time the music changed to Bruno Mars. I lift my head, peering over the heads of bystanders to see who it was, but I couldn't tell and I really didn't care.

I wonder what makes karaoke night so popular. Most people believe it is because all the money earned is donated to charity, but I've come to think it is because teenagers like to watch others humiliate themselves. I don't imagine I would ever have the guts to step up on the stage, but I enjoy listening.

Don't just say, goodbye
Don't just say, goodbye
I'll pick up these broken pieces 'til I'm bleeding
If that'll make it right

Cause there'll be no sunlight
If I lose you, baby
There'll be no clear skies
If I lose you, baby
Just like the clouds
My eyes will do the same if you walk away
Everyday it will rain, rain, rain...

The music seemed to become louder and louder, as if the person who was singing it was becoming closer and closer, up until the lyrics ended as the music ceased to exist. Whoever had sung it was good, really good.

"Selena Cory," I was startled to hear my name echoed throughout the whole café. I look up, facing Hunter with a microphone in his hand and yellow roses in the other, "Will you go to the End of School Dance with me?"