I was still in a bit of a shock after my meet with the Smurfs, and I realized that at least one of them knows my secret. I have to tell it now. But who would I tell first? They'll all find out anyway, I thought, they might as well find out at once.
But I decided that I wanted to tell the one I trusted most first, before I said anything to the others. So I look to Miss Grace and tell her I want to talk to her in private.
We walked to my corridors. "Is something the matter, Ariel?" she asked me, "Is this about those little dreams you had this last week?"
I tried to word my response so it didn't start our conversation on entirely the wrong topic. "Well, yes, and no," I started off, "but more 'no' than 'yes'." I sat at the dresser and look in the mirror, "Have you ever had something that you thought it crucial to your survival to keep hidden?"
Grace didn't seem to understand. "Not really. Ariel, are you alright, dear?"
"Miss Grace, I have a secret." I replied, brushing the hair away from my face. "It is a secret that I have kept for my whole life, one that, I think, it's time to reveal."
I stood up, and turned around as I removed my black cloak revealing a green dress and my blue patches and eye.
Miss Grace was obviously taken aback. "Ariel…" she gasped, "How long did you say you kept this hidden?"
"I am one hundred and ninety years old, due next Thursday," I said as I covered myself back up. "I told you first because you won my trust from the start; I sensed something in you that made me feel safe here. I stayed because I had gotten tired of my secluded life; hiding away was becoming difficult, as well."
"What are you?" was all Miss Grace could manage to say.
"I was hoping you could tell me," I said as I rolled my left sleeve up and showed her the most distinct patch, a blue, four-fingered hand on my palm. It was aligned with the gaps between my five fingers.