Emma
I wonder if you know
I'm tryin' so hard not to get caught up now
But you're just so cool
Run your hands through your hair
Absent mindedly makin' me want you
And I don't know how it gets better than this
You take my hand and drag me head first
Fearless
"Fearless" by Taylor Swift
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January 14th Saturday, 2006
Emma loves early mornings—it's the only time she truly feels like herself.
With everyone else still fast asleep, she doesn't have to live up to anyone's expectations.
Mornings are just for her. No thoughts, no worries, just peace.
That's why, when her alarm rings at 6:00 AM on a Saturday, she's up and ready to dive into the day, starting with a swim in the ocean.
Emma grabs a bikini from the top drawer of her nightstand, heads to the bathroom, and slips out of her pajamas, swapping them for a blue bikini that matches her eyes.
She glances at her toothbrush in the sink but decides to skip it, figuring she'll brush up after her swim.
She grabs a towel, races out of her room, and practically flies down the stairs, skipping steps and nearly tripping in her excitement.
She breezes through the kitchen and living room, grabs the door handle, and slips out before anyone can stir.
Her house is just five minutes from the beach, down a boardwalk lined with weathered wood. She sprints, her legs burning, lungs working overtime, but she doesn't stop, pushing herself all the way.
At the beach, she drops her towel on the sand and makes a beeline for the water.
Yesterday's little adventure with Cleo and Rikki has been tugging at her mind, making her crave the water like it's calling her back.
The moment her feet touch the icy waves, she breaks into a grin.
Here she goes.
She dives headfirst into the salty depths, swimming as far from the shore as she can manage. When she finally comes up for air, she feels alive, more herself than ever.
"Ah," she sighs, grinning. This is the best part of being a swimmer—holding on to the water, feeling it hold her back.
But suddenly, an odd itch starts creeping up her legs.
The water around her begins to fizz, bubbles rising as if it's coming to a boil.
It's just like yesterday at Mako Island, when the full moon hung above her, casting that eerie golden light.
The itching finally fades, but she feels a strange weight where her legs should be.
What the bloody hell?
She glances down, gasping.
The bubbles clear, revealing an orange, scaly tail—a real, fish-like tail where her legs used to be.
What the hell?
She wants to scream but knows better than to draw attention.
Quickly, she scans the beach, relieved to see it's empty.
Alright, she thinks, surely she just has to get back to the shore. This can't be permanent... right? Dragging herself through the shallows with her arms, she inches toward the sand, hoping nobody sees her in this state.
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FanfictionAlright, brace yourselves, because l, certified loser lesbian, am officially rewriting the first two seasons of H2O: Just Add Water. And this time? We're doing it right. That's right-Emma and Rikki are not only hopelessly, painfully, obviously in lo...
