Random book of short little stories! By: Jay Lannings

Sea Neil

I call him "Connor Neil", even though he doesn't have an official name yet. Some call him "Monster Boi"(my family), and others call him "AHAHAHAHAHAHA"(my 'friends')
But no matter what he's called.. I will throw the story up here! (this story is basically part of his background. If you want to know more about him, here's my discored: @MLPWeeaboo63#1588

Anyway--

“Hey there, little guy,” Tyrone greeted with a sarcastic ‘aww’. My whole life he was mean to me. I have no idea why a 17 year old would bully a 4 year old like me, but after a while, I stopped questioning it.

Tyrone grabbed me by the back of the shirt and lifted me off the ground with ease, hanging me over the ocean water. He had found me hiding at the beach and came to give me a ‘little lesson’.

“The water looks nice, eh pipsqueak?” I said nothing back. I couldn’t. I was only 4 and lived on the streets literally my entire life. I wiggled my legs and tail slightly, weakly trying to get out of Tyrone’s grip.

“It would be a shame if something happened to you, huh? I can see it now.” He looked towards the distance dreamily before slowly moving his hand across the sky as he spoke again.

“‘Little Homeless Boy Found Dead, Drowned at the Beach!’ right across the top of tomorrow’s newspaper!” He let out a small chuckle and lowered my person closer to the ocean. I hugged my tail to keep it out of the water.

Tyrone found my small, wiggling body entertaining. He moved me closer and closer to the water. I wiggled more.

“Aww, is the little monster trying to escape?” I hated his stupid sarcasm. I didn’t even know what sarcasm was, but I still hated it.

Before I could bite his hand to make Tyrone let go, he lifted me into the air and threw me into the ocean.

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I felt my body drift down to the ocean floor. Once I gently hit the ground, I opened my dark eyes. I hadn't seen the ocean in so long. My gills flapped slightly as I took in a deep breath.

Fish swam all around me, including different types of merpeople. I swished my tail around slightly, causing sand to gently lift and then slowly settle back down.

A young mer girl waved at me as she passed, smiling warmly. I waved back. The people down here were so much nicer than the people up on land.

And I had solid proof.