For most teenagers partying is just a bad idea. For me it was lethal, well kinda. In life I was what most people would call a spoiled rich brat, and honestly I was. So was my best friend. On the day of her 16th birthday we took her wealthy parent's yatch out to sea. Fifty some drunken teenagers on a yatch is a really bad idea. That night was almost a year ago, and most of it is a blur to me.
A crystal clear August night proves warm enough to draw all the girls out of their already too revealing dresses into bikinis on deck. Almost everyone has a drink in hand, including everyone who is piled into the pool. High class teenagers don't have enough problems, and it seems that we have to create our own. Hours before sunrise is when the trouble starts. Delilah's parents jump over the board, preferring the water in their drunken state to the impending groundation for the rest of the summer. Some blonde bitch pushes me over board, I have a vague recollection of the pain in my head before blackness overwhelms my memory.
A secret world exists just below the water's surface. The colors, sounds, smells and tastes could overwhelm your sense for a lifetime. What's really unbelievable are the secrets hidden under the waves. On that warm August night I died, but part of me was saved. I am a mermaid.
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Life After
Teen FictionTwo best friends are seperated when one goes overboard (literally) and is presumed dead Even death couldn't keep the girls apart But an ocean between them might. *part of this idea came from navigabunt on tumblr*
