Charles twirled a white seashell in his hand as he looked around the busy room. The silver fins on the sides of his neck swerved as his fellow classmates carved in their answers. 'How does someone not plan their future?', he wondered with slight concern. The mermaid glanced around the classroom. They were probably all going to say the same thing. The guys would probably want to be harvesters or doctors. Most of the girls either wanted to be scouts or witches. The boy gave a hint of a smile. He poked the student in front of him. "Leo.", he whispered. The mermaid's bright copper fins swerved back in a quick snap. Charles ignored his warning and poked him again.
"Leo."
"Shut it!" You're gonna get us both in trouble.", Leo hissed. "I just want to know what you put.", the talkative mermaid whispered in defense, tossing the shell from one hand to the other, "Mrs. Kerr never even notices us."
"Mr. Slaton! Mr. Scott!"
Charles winced, catching his seashell and hiding it in his satchel. "Is there something that you'd like to tell the class?", the teacher asked, her small black eyes piercing at the two. "Actually, yes.", Charles bragged. He smiled, feeling the class shift their attention to him. Mrs. Kerr raised an eyebrow.
"I want to be the youngest Terrain explorer!"
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Millions (#2)
AdventureTwo creatures look for the meaning of family while overcoming their personal struggles.
