She lay on her bed facing away from the door, a sob working its way from her. She didn't want to cry, what had happened to her wasn't something she should be crying over, according to her two friends who were with her, it was the greatest thing ever.
Maybe it was but she was scared, not totally-phobic-having-a-spazz-attack scared, just scared. This was not suppose to happen to people, not meant to happen to girls her age, girls her age were supposed to worry about school and clothes and boys and having fun.
Not her, nope, she had to worry about water, one drop and ten seconds later, BAM, she grew a scaly tail. At least it wasn't slimy, and at least for what ever reason, tears didn't cause the transformation because now she was crying.
What she was going through was just so weird, and she just wanted some one to talk to. She could talk to her friends, the two that were going through this with her, but they didn't understand that she was afraid of this as much as she was enamoured by the idea of being a mermaid. So that left only one person she could turn to: her sister.
She and her sister didn't always get along but they did love each other, but lately they'd been so distant, ever since her sister had started hanging out with her two best friends compulsively. She'd tried talking to her sister but her sister always had to be somewhere else or was always doing something else or was always with someone else.
She felt invisible to her sister, like she didn't matter anymore; couldn't her sister see she was going through something? Couldn't her sister understand that she needed her? Was she really that unimportant to her sister?
The door behind her creaked open slowly, she ignored it. Someone walked over to her bed, she ignored them. Then her sister got on the bed and lay right behind her hugging her as best she could from the awkward position. She sniffled a bit and her sister handed her a box of tissues.
They stayed there like that for an hour, not moving, not speaking. Finally her tears ran out, her frustration was swept away in the receding tears. They sat up and she turned to her sister.
"You okay?" her sister offered a few more tissues as she spoke.
"Yeah, just stressed," came the reply. Her sister smiled at her and held out her hand.
"I have to go shopping for sleep over supplies, wanna come with me? We could even sneak you into the sleep over." She hesitated; go to her sister's sleepover? "Come on, it'll be a girls night, just the four of us." Her sister beckoned slightly with her hand. She nodded; wiping the last few tears from her eyes Kim took her sisters hand and let Cleo pull her from the bed. Maybe she wasn't so invisible to Cleo after all.