Simply a Siren

Chapter: Beach Troubles

The music was blaring from the speakers and there was a variety of people there. Most of them were high school or middle school students though. There was catering from my mom's café and a bunch of snacks too.
"Wanna dance?" Preston asked.
"Sure. I'm not too good though." I warned.
"That's alright, at least you did ballet up until you were seven." He said. We went onto the "dance floor" which was mainly a bunch of towels that were on the ground. They said the actual one is coming at 8:00, it's at a wedding or something like that.
"So, how's all the merman crap going?"
"It's alright. Like, I can't go to the ocean with my friends anymore, or go into saltwater without popping a tail. It kinda limits my activity but I can see the ocean from a whole different perspective now. I just have to be careful around my stepmom." He told me.
"Has anything happened to you?" He asked.
"Um...no. Actually, nothing happened. It's just plain old Lola Montiga. Of course I'm not old, I'm only 13. Which isn't old. But nothing has happened. Ha." Well..that was awkward.
"Ok. Are you alright?" He asked me.
"Psht..I'm fine. I'm just kinda nervous, I guess."
"Me too." He said. We looked into each other's eyes. He put his arms around my waist and I put mine around his neck. Our lips got closer to each other...but they didn't touch. The lights fell over and the skies were clouding up. The wind was picking up and lighting was flashing. Rain started to fall and thunder roared. She knew. That Witch knew that I was out.
"Lola? Are you ok?" Preston asked.
"I gotta go. I'm sorry." I said as I ran back to my house. I looked at my arms, my wrists were covered in scales. Green, slimy scales.
"No, no, no!" I cried. The wind blew my hair and I lost the clip. I ran up the steps of my back porch and I slammed the door. Tears fell down my face and were falling onto my dress.
"Lola,"
"GO AWAY LARA! Leave me alone." I screamed.
"Lola," Layla tried to console me.
"I said to go away!" I screeched. I ran up to my room and looked in the mirror. My pupils were like those of a cat, narrow and were more like slits. My canine teeth were sharp and my makeup was running. The dress was soaked and my brown hair was stringy and full of knots. I looked terrible.
"I'm a monster." I whispered to myself. I climbed into my bed and cried. I embarrassed myself and Preston is going to hate me. I've turned into the monster that has been in me all these years.
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