Chapter 1
Ella
I still miss Kenzie. I can't believe she'd kill herself. I really thought we were best friends.
Momma and dad are forcing me to live aunt Karlie. They say it will be good for me to get a change of scenery and make some new friends. I think differently. Nothing can make me forget Kenzie, no matter how much my parents want me to. She'll always be my best friend.
"Ella!" Momma calls my name and I'm shaken out of my thoughts. "Coming!" I shout back. I grab my duffle bag and run down the stairs. I hug dad first. Momma and I have a mixed relationship.
"Bye dad." I say. Dad and I have always been close.
"Love you, muffins." Dad calls me by the stupid name my big brother wanted to give me. My big brother is only 2 years older than me, and wanted to name me muffins.
"Love you." I turn to momma and give her a quick hug. "Love ya." I say. "Love you, sweetie. Call us when you get there." I roll my eyes. Mom knows I'll be to busy to call when I get to aunt Karlie's.
"Bye." I say as I walk out the door.
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Aunt Karlie claims to be a psychic, and runs some sort of business, for all the idiots who believe in that sort of crap. She's actually just a mix of stupid and smart.
Mostly smart. I like Aunt Karlie.
"Hello, darling! It is good to see you again!" She calls everyone darling. That's just part of her quirkiness.
"Hi, Aunt Karlie. Nice to see you."
I find the room I normally stay in and set my bags down. After I finished unpacking, I changed into lighter clothes and told Aunt Karlie I was going down to the beach.
Ever since we were little, my brother and I would visit the beach.
I sat down, I had the beach all to myself.
The beach was calming. Wave after wave crashed onto the beach. I saw fish swimming from a distance, their tails coming up every once in while.
A big monster wave came up, and I saw a girl thrashing around. She needed help, but I was no amazing swimmer. Not like my big brother. Before I had time to really think, I found myself in the ocean, swimming out to the girl who needed my help. After I finally got to her, I asked, "Are you okay? Do you need my help?" She looked at me, as if studying my face.
"Hello?"
She looked at me. "Yes. Please help me." She replied with an English accent.
I grabbed her arm, I thought her leg was hurt and she was unable to swim. "I think you might have twisted your ankle. I'll help you swim to shore. She nodded.
Once we got to shore, I saw something shocking. The girl had a tail.
"You're a mermaid?" She looked at me as if I was crazy.
"No. I'm a siren." Oh.
I looked at her tail. There was blood coming from it. There was blood everywhere.
"You need help."
"I think it's broken."
"Luckily for you, I know where to get you help." I went to my towel and got my phone.
"Please, no. Don't tell anyone about me."
"Why not? You need help, and I don't know anything at all about sirens."
She rolled her eyes. "I do. We need the blood of mermaid."
