Okay first I just want to say that I know that the song was stupid but here's the actual story now.

I just wrote the words "Let it Go" and then I was like "EPIC SONG REFERENCE!" but whatever.

So back to the story:

I smiled and opened my eyes, wondering where the wind had taken me. It looked like…..that one below New York? The state? New Joesey? No, New Jersey! That's what it was! I flew over cities; Edison, New Brunswick, Highland Park, finally landing in Cape May, next to a harbor. It was quiet and peaceful, after all, it was 3 in the morning. I curled up on the dock and went to sleep, planning to find a better place to sleep in the morning.

….THE NEXT MORNING….

Something poked me with something. "Hey, who the hell are you?"

I would have replied, but he pushed me into the twelve foot deep, frigid water. As I fell, I realized something. I don't know how to fucking swim!

Just great…

I splashed around in the water, trying to move up and out. But the water kept me down somehow. I guess splashing around doesn't help. After a few minutes, I start getting desperate. I've almost run out of breath, and my lungs are burning.

I suck in a huge breath through my mouth, hoping for a miracle. And surprisingly, one happens. I can feel air coming in. Wait, what?

I try again. Same result. Did I just die? Am I dreaming this or something? I press two fingers to the side of my neck, and feel bubbles.

Bubbles coming out. Did I just develop…. Underwater breathing skills? Gills, or something? That's freaking awesome!

As I let out a few bubbly laughs, I realized that although I could breathe underwater, I couldn't swim anywhere. So kind of useless, since the rest of my life would have me sitting underwater. Just then, I heard a sound. "Something convenient?" I hoped.

It kinda was, but at the same time, it wasn't. I saw a huge tidal wave coming towards me. It was manmade, probably made by that guy who pushed me into the water. I didn't even have time to scream before it hit me, sending me hurtling on through the water.

…A FEW MINUTES LATER…..

It had finally stopped, that tidal wave. I was still underwater, but there was water in my lungs, so I was afraid to try my new "gills" breathing. I heard yelling and got pulled into a boat.

An old lady leaned over me. "Ken, we've got a problem! I don't know if she's breathing!" The lady yelled at her husband.

He looked concerned. "All right, I'll speed back home quickly, Kim."

The lady looked really panicked now. "That's not quick enough, Ken! I have to do something!" So she did CPR on me. She didn't breathe into my mouth or anything, calm down, but she did CPR for like five minutes until I was coughing up water, and throwing up out of the side of the boat.

The lady looked relieved. "Oh sweetie, I'm so glad you're okay!"

Her husband smiled back at me. "We were worried for a second, we were just boating and all of a sudden, there you were! Floating on top of the water."

I try to smile, not knowing what to say. Then the boat bumps into a dock. Not the dock I fell off of, a small one.

"Oh we're home now!" Smiles the old lady.

"Can you walk?" The old guy asks me.

I shake my head "yes," and slowly rise from the boat, and get to land. The couple rises and comes after me.

"Okay sweetie, first things first. We're gonna get you some soup and crackers and dry your clothes, then we'll discuss how you fell in that water," the old lady says gently.

I'm too tired to argue. I just nod, and let them give me a hot shower, (I showered by myself you sickos, they just showed me the bathroom!) let them give me really good soup, and finally, as I drained my third bowl of soup, they smiled expectantly at me.

"Honey, how on earth did you fall in that water?" Asks the old lady, who told me just to call her Gramma.

"Well, I…. was just sitting on the dock thinking when…. Some guy came up behind, and exclaimed "Who the hell are you?" and then pushed me in the water. I can't swim, so I was panicking and not knowing what to do when they launched this wave thing at me, which sent me here, I guess," I told my story. It was mostly the truth, anyway.

Gramps(thats what the old guy told me to call him) glared into space. "Ugh! That guy that pushed you into the water, he owns a big fancy dock. They generate waves so people can surf, he must have shot one at you. Name is Gerald. I hate him."

Gramma patted his shoulder. "I know sweetie, I know." She turned to me. "Years ago when we started our lives here, Gramps tried to boat over there, asking for a boating job, he loved doing that. The guy turned him down, saying he was too old. That guy's always been a jerk, only caring about money and nothing else."

I smile at them. "Thank you for….saving me."

Grammar waves her hand dismissively. "Honey, any nice person would have done the same thing."

"Actually, all the adults I know would have cared less," I say truthfully.

They both look at me in shock. "That's terrible! Even your parents?" Asks Gramps.

I feel tears welling up in my eyes. "My parents are…gone. They've been gone for awhile now."

Gramma looks terribly sad. "Oh sweetie, you're an orphan? I'm so sorry…"

I nod, tears coming out of my eyes.

"Well we'll take you in," Gramps immediately says. That could be a problem.

"Ummmmm…" I stutter. I can't give away my wings, but I can't run away from them when I meet up with the flock again…..

Gramma nods. "Of course sweetie, you'll always have a home with us."

I have to accept. I nod. "That would be….. amazing."

They smile at me. "Sweetie, we've always loved children. But our child…disappeared one day and never came back," Gramma said sadly.

"I'm so sorry," I say.

They shake their heads. "Sweetie, it's not your fault. She was only 19, but she was pregnant and engaged to be married….. the guy was such a nice one, they moved in together….. baby was born, only a few months old, they were happy…. Then one day her best friend went to visit her and said that she was gone. They were all gone, everything was gone. Furniture, the baby, the parents….they never found any trace of them. That was thirteen years ago, but I still think about that every day," sighs Gramma.

Wait a second? Missing parents, robbed, 13 years ago, lost baby….

"Umm…..did you know if the baby was a not or a girl?" I asked suddenly.

They looked surprised. "It was a beautiful baby girl," said Gramps.

It was me. I was sure of it. But should I tell them….not tell them…what to do?

I would tell them later, when I got ready to leave. Then I could explain why, and everything would make sense. I just hoped that…. They wouldn't take it too badly.