The Plastic Tanks

ENJOY FELLOW PEOPLE. DEDICATED TO THE SEA ENVIRONMENT. DO GOOD. 

~.~.~THE PLASTIC TANKS~.~.~

Who would we be if there were no mermaids, no sea creatures living in the sea below us?

The answer lies in our hearts and our minds. Shayla's endangered. She faces her environment in shame. Here lies piles and piles of cartons and cartons of plastic; bottles, cans, plastic wraps, and aluminum. The unaware are us. Populations of human beings causing litter on our beaches. This is all I see and this is true because I am Shayla Esten, the daughter of the past king and queen of the ocean, Cara and Dolan. I plan to take revenge on the Keepers for sending me on this deserted wretched environment. What? You say I am too young? Nope. I'm not. I'm doing it without your blessing or not. Well, how will I do it you say? I'll gather up my tank friends and bring them.... Okay. Let me introduce you to them first and the story of how I found them. Picture this. I'm sitting in my float chair and I see a unaware staring at me with this curious expression and honestly, I would too. Good god he was beautiful, greek god features I tell you. Brown floppy messy hair, viridescent eyes, and his mouth curved into a sleek smile that could charm you in seconds. So I did the most stupid thing and waved. The most scary thing happened next, he waved back! He yelled at me in some weird unaware language that I was so familiarly used to.

"Hello!" I was startled. I think it meant "greeting" in unaware. I used to hear many speak the unaware when my parents were alive. So, I mimicked him and spoke the unaware.

"Hello!" Hello I had said. My first word in unaware. He curved his mouth into a cheeky smile. I had pleased an unaware. I was never used to speaking so calmly with an unaware. All I've ever wanted was my parents and getting shifted to the big tanks that my friends had on the other side. But the Keepers, insisted, on a dirty environment for my lonely being. I could tell the unaware was still focused on observing me, perhaps not knowing my lower half was a fishtail. My, my I get that a lot. However, I could tell this unaware was no ordinary unaware he was special I could tell. His eyes were a sign, a sign that perhaps he could be the key to the tanks. The tanks would set me free. Give me life and give me the strength to shift the minds of the Keepers. However, the only way to set me free from my tale, I would need the unaware's help. His help to tell populations of unaware's of my condition. The Keeper's would need to enforce laws to create environments of healthy tanks and seas for the beings that surround me. 

PICK UP TRASH. SAVE THE SEA CREATURES.

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