The Kingdom Under the sea: The Lost Girl

1 - The Motel

"Tell me again, what's the difference between a hotel and a motel?" Asked 8 year old Wyatt Bailey from the very back of the car curiously. "A motel is smaller, usually without a pool or gym," sighed the Bailey family mum, Katie. Wyatt was a bit strange, but before you ask, he had 4 older siblings, all of them girls.

There were Bella and Ella, the chemistry obsessed, identical mischievous twins of the family. They also sat in the very back, on the park bench like seat. They were whispering away suspiciously, notebook and mysterious powder in hand.

Piper - Chloé was the oldest, sassy, snobbish, and pretty. "Look at this..." breathed Bella, looking at the whitish rose powder. "What is it?" Asked Wyatt, squirming away form the two freckly girls.

"We made it," Bella or Ella explained. "From some stuff we found in the kitchen. We think it makes people itch and erupt in hives!" She said joyously.

"What does it do?" Piper - Chloé yanked out her AirPods and turned around, chewing her bubblegum noisily. "It's uh..." The twin talking stopped.

"It's blush, super rosy, hot pink for the boys, newest kind, Sephora branded !" Blurted out the second twin. "GIMME!" Screeched Piper - Chloé, unclicking her seat belt and snatching a little of the powder and smearing it all over her face. The inhabitants of the back giggled.

Nadia Aquaria Bailey was the second oldest kid. A quiet, shy girl who hand no friends, but with a wild talent.

Nadia could swim.

Well, of course she could, but this was different. She was like a professional. Probably 10 times  better. She also had a passion for writing murder mysteries on her laptop. Then Piper - Chloé spoke up, reading the story that Nadia was writing. "Stephie," Chew. "Grieved," Chew. "On," Chew.

SLAM!

Nadia closed the laptop lid and reached for her phone. There were a bunch of messages on the class group chat.

None of them she wanted to hear. They were all probably bad things about her anyway. Nadia was just the weird kid who didn't speak much. The most free Nadia ever felt was body surfing a wave effortlessly way out to sea on a stormy day, or swimming 10 meters down in the freezing Atlantic, or on a warm Caribbean cruise, swimming with sharks!SCREEEEECH!

Suddenly the car swerved violently as Nadia's dad Joe said a few words that she'd only ever heard when Gigi Monella, her worst enemy at school, was talking to her.

So they couldn't have been good words.

Finally they pulled up at the motel, and Wyatt pulled off his round black glasses, wiped them, and put them back on again. "Is this it?"

"Don't be so ungrateful Wyatt, there's 7 of us, life costs you know," their mum Katie said, opening the car door. "Everyone take a bag and let's go, dad is going to go park somewhere."

Joe drove off, and Nadia really took in the looming grey building where she would be staying for the following 2 weeks. It looked depressing, sad, and lonely. Like her. So she took it in her stride, grabbed a suitcase and her rucksack, and walked towards the hotel.

BOOM!

There was a flash of lightning, and the last Nadia smelt was a sickly sweet burning smell, and then the world went black.