Mac And Fish

Coming back from school

Mackenzie skipped happily as he came back from school. The 13 year old's orange hair bobbed up and down in a rhythmic pattern. As he past the harbour that was Farely close to the double story that he lived in,he saw a sudden movement underneath one of the damaged and broken docks. Underneath there was barely any sea water and a cluster of rocks. Mackenzie wanted to investigate so while one of the fisherman were in a deep conversation he sneaked past the two and made his way to the damaged dock. It smelt of rotting seaweed but Mackenzie was used to this. He ignored the danger sign and got under the dock,standing on the sharp rocks. A huge gasped escaped his mouth as he stared at the creature before him. "P-please don't hurt me," it said noticing the shock that consumed Mackenzie's face. Mackenzie had to kneel down so he didn't bump his head. "I-I'm sorry,it's just your a-a mer-,"Mackenzie tried to choke out.
"Shhhh,the fishermen can't find me here," the merboy said as a drop of nervous sweat rolled down his temple. Mackenzie nodded and promised that he wouldn't tell anybody. He came up from under the smelly dock almost bumping his head. He looked around and thought no one saw him and he left the harbour until someone called out to him. "Oi,come here little boy. Why were there?!," the angry gruff voice called after him. Mackenzie realized it was one of the fisherman and he bolted home,leaving the middle-aged hairy man behind him.

"Dear why are home so late?," Pi,Mackenzie's father questioned
"Oh,um I just got caught up in a conversation with one of my friends"
"Ok well just do,come back earlier," Pi replied as he comtinued making dinner. He was wearing a tie-dye shirt with long faded out,loose jeans. His long,red hair was loose curling at the ends. Cassandra was about ten and she was busy in the basement practicing her tarot card skills. Their mother was a gypsie but she sadly passed on. As for Hannalore,they don't talk about her. Cassandra's dark hands flipped through the tarot cards as she looked at them. She found them pretty and they held a special place in her heart as it was passed down to her by her mother. It was supposed to be Hannalore's. As for Mackenzie he had just finished his Maths homework and decided to make himself some tea. And so he did. He smelt the honey-sweet aroma that filled his room. He slowly took a sip and winced pulling back almost immediately. His toungue still stung even when he tried to soothe the pain.

Mackenzie and Cassandra heard their father call out to them from the kitchen. Cassandra packed away her tarot cards and out of the basement. Mackenzie carefully came Down the stairs trying not to spill his precious tea. They all sat down at the table and started to eat.

I hope you enjoyed this and there will be more.❤️