Disclaimer: I think we all know I don't own anything that has to do with The Little Mermaid. And I also do not own the song, "Down to the River." Listen, this camp, called Caritas Creek owns it. I miss that place. It's awesome there…
Chapter 4: Nightly Routines
Anna's POV
"So, who was your first crush, Kanade?" Melody asked. They were sitting on Cat's bed; all seven of them.
"Kichirou Wilson, remember? You were there when we first met," Kanade replied. Estar snickered. She loved how his first name was so Japanese and his last name was so American. "What about you, Anna?"
"Well… it was… um…" I began.
"Wait!" Melody interrupted, "What did you see in Kichirou, Kanade?"
"Other than his name being so totally awesome!" Estar shouted.
"Well, you know… He made me laugh. He made me smile. He made me… happy. And YES, his name is VERY awesome, indeed."
"Okay, we need to know that, too. Not just who they were. For all we care, our sister could've been in love with a jerk."
"Back to you, Anna."
"Okay, it was… um… ugh, what's his face?" I was having trouble; it had been a long time since I'd seen him. How could Kanade remember? "Oh, I remember! It was Lyle Phillips."
"Oh yeah! I remember him!" Ara said. "It was at your birthday ball that you first saw him!"
"What did you see in him?" Cat asked.
"He was very protective and defensive of me. Every time I got teased, he got mad at the person and asked if I was alright," I replied. The door opened.
"Girls, time for bed," our mom said.
"Okay, mom," I said. The rest of us got off of Cat's bed and went to our own. Before we slept, we always chose a song to sing before bed.
"What song should we sing tonight?" Estar asked.
"How about you pick, Star?" I answered. I love calling her star… it's almost inspiring.
"No way! Let's have Cat pick!"
Cat looked up, bewildered. We were all staring at her. She didn't know what was going on.
Estar's POV
I felt so guilty. I'd just put my youngest sister on the spot. Well, not that guilty, we were always put on the spot. Finally, she spoke. I didn't feel as guilty.
"We should sing 'Down to the River.' It was meant to be sung at night, anyways," Cat said. We had learned 'Down to the River' from a kind man that loved nature. And so we sang the beautiful song we always sang at a campfire, or whenever. It was such a sweet song.
Down to the river, flowing and growing.
Down to the river, down to the sea.
Mother, carry me, a child I will always be.
Mother, carry me, down to the sea.
When we finished, we had to say our nightly poem. Each one of us says a line. Cat starts it off. It's almost the same every night.
"Thank you, God, for a lovely day," Cat said.
"Thanks for keeping evil away!" Quellie squealed. (Have you noticed that she loves squealing?)
"Keep us safe in our dreams…" I said, not being able to think of anything.
"We'll see no devil, so it seems…" Fiara clearly stated.
"As long as we're safe," Anna started a chain of continuous responses.
"We'll keep in mind," Kanade whispered.
"You're love is with us…" Melody phrased the almost ending sentence.
"All the time," all of us said in a clear whisper.
The lights went off and the moonlight shone in through the window. Everything was still and quiet.