Chapter 2 - Lunch at Summer Palace

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Tsunami POV
"Tsunami, dear, you look awfully thin... did they feed you properly at that JMA place? I mean, I know you're headmistress, but you seem to be-"
Oh my god. 4523rd times.
"Mother, I'm fine! That's the 4523rd time you've said it!"
"You kept count?" giggled Anemone.
"Very well, Tsunami, dear, if you're sure you don't want extras..." 4524th time, "Now, would you like to hear my new story? It's called The Mischievous Princess and it's abo- Auklet! Don't touch that cake! Eat your seaweed first!"
Auklet was still on her main course. Since Mother was distracted, she reached out and sneakily grabbed the cake and had put her jaw open. Before she was busted.
"Not fair! I'm onwly wun! Wuy doo Mone and Sunami got too ate cake?"
"Get to eat," I corrected. Grammar. Normally, I wouldn't care, but this is up to a point where I am going crazy with the senselessness of this sentence and soon will be brainwashed by it and talk weirdly for the rest of my life. And I hate those nicknames.
"I'm onwly wun!"
That excuse is out of date. Besides, she's not even one; she's a few months old. And now she's going to be in a sulk for the rest of the day if nobody does anything.
"Look, Auklet, if you finish your seaweed, you can have my cake too, alright!"
"Are you sure, dear? You look thi-"
"4525th time!" announced Anemone.
Mother sighed and shook her head with a smile. "Alright then. Auklet, you get Tsunami's cake if you finish your seaweed."
"Yay!" Auklet immediately cheered up and began scoffing her seaweed. Then burps. Urgh, that's disgusting. I can't stand her scoffing. "Can I go?" Or shall I be sick at the table?
"Yes dear... oh, that reminds me, come on. I need to say something."
We head to an empty room and stay inside.
"So Tsunami, you may be wondering why I called you back? Well, the reason is," I'll assume that was a rhetorical question, "I have found a suitable match for you!"
The speed of my heart beat doubled. Thud, thud, THUD . Surely not...?
"What sort of match?" I asked, numbly inside.
"Of course, someone very high up indeed! And also Auklet's young, lovely, new teacher! And also," she giggled, that's right, my mother giggled, high-up and important Queen Coral of the Sea giggled, "your future husband! Meet Whirlpool's brother, Typhoon!"
A blue dragon with skin that looked really sticky came in and glared at me. He didn't look like he liked me anymore than I liked him. A rotten blueberry.
"So? Do you like him?"
"Er.. maybe," I mumbled and ran off to my bedroom.
No. No, no, no. NO, NO.
WHAT HAS HAPPENED?
OH THEEE MOONS, MOTHER, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME AND MY LIFE?!

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