Mermaids, sirens, and nymphs are all figments of imagination; just old myths about sailor getting lured to the sea by beautiful women. At least, that’s what Melita thought until she learned the origin of these legends, and realized that these aren’t exactly myths. Not until now, at least.
“I’m not driving you to school again,” Mom continuously yelled at me. Apparently, she didn’t care if I couldn’t find my Spanish binder. “If you would wake up at the time you needed to, then this wouldn’t happen!”
I bit my tongue from cursing back at my mom. The only reason I had woken up late is because I had to study for Spanish, because I couldn’t study at the library with my friends because I was grounded for not cleaning my basement room. And then, I had to study and wait for Andre to text me back, who I was crushing on, but I don’t think he really noticed. He’s completely hot too, with his sexy brown eyes and his somewhat Californian slang accent. Man, what I would give to have seven minutes with him…
Sorry. I just have a terrible attention span. One minute, I’m yelling at my mom while looking for my school stuff, the next, I’m practically fantasizing about Andre. God, I really need to get a life. Instead of just pining after a guy that only looks at me as the girl who actually understands Call of Duty on a PS3, and not a girly girl that doesn’t know a damn thing about what a PS3 really even is.
Finally, after what seemed like fifteen minutes but was probably five seconds, Bonnie passed Lynne’s note back to my desk. I practically ripped it open, and laid in front of my eyes.
We aren’t going out…yet. J But I’m gonna use my “skills” on him, ya know? And then, well come on, he can’t resist these rights? I felt like a rock sunk into my stomach, as I realized that she was talking about her fake boobs. And well, if he does, then he’s probably gay or somethin’ like that.
Although Dre hadn’t really shown any interests in any girls at our school, I was sure that he wasn’t gay. He just didn’t have a lot of time, since his mom was in rehab because well, she had a few problems with cocaine. And, he had take care of his brother Derek while he also had a job at Best Buy. So I guess that’s kind of another reason he hasn’t noticed me literally trying to grind up on him. I know, it’s kind of slutty of me, but I just want him to notice me a little. That’s all, just a little smidgen of maybe, “Geez, Mel looks pretty hot today” or at least something along those lines maybe.
The bell rang, dismissing me to go to gym. As I was walking out the door, I noticed Lynne giggling with her friend Christine, who’s twin was Cristen, who was also my brother Marshall’s girlfriend. I watched her with scorn written all across my face. I ripped up the note to pieces, and threw it in the trash on the way out.
Finally, after running for 10 minutes straight in gym and totally sucking at a sport called Handball (WTF kind of a sport is something called Handball?) I was finally happy, because I got to see Dre in my Myths and Legends class with him.
For the actual class, Myths and Legends wasn’t too bad. The worst thing we had to read was The Illiad and The Odyssesy, which takes thirteen pages to read about a guy walking from one place to another. Yeah, it was pretty boring. But, we sometimes even get to watch the T.V. show Supernatural, because they incorporate legends and myths all the freaking time. Plus it doesn’t help because the guy that plays Dean on there is really hot.
Usually, we’ll do one specific type of creature or something, like a vampire or werewolf. Then, we’ll read a book about it from the past, like Dracula, and then we’ll watch the movie of the book, or another movie that revolves around the same subject. So basically, the whole Myths and Legends class is reading books, watching movies, and then getting tested on how many guys Dracula killed while he was still alive.
So yeah, to me, it’s a pretty sick class.
I walked into Myths and Legends, and looked at the board to see what we were doing today. Before the weekend on Friday, we took a test over Irish myths, which included leprechauns, banshees, elves, and of course, pixies/fairies. Just about every culture has a pixie or fairy in them, but Irish fairies are way cooler. They like to play tricks on people and stuff like that.
According to the board, today we were starting a new unit on sea creatures. As soon as I saw the “sea” part, my blood ran a little cold. Ever since I was a little kindergartener, I had always been deathly afraid of water. When my parents tried to take me and Marshall to the beach, I had screamed my face off, and we were “expelled” from the beach for an entire year. My dad was convinced that if I faced my fears, I would be able to get over it.
But he was totally wrong.
They took me to the local YMCA pool to try and give me swimming lessons. But while all the other six year olds were having fun paddling their feet and splashing water, I was the only one who was screaming, crying, and punching anyone who tried to get me in the water. By the time dad finally let me leave, I ended up almost drowning, since I panicked and sank towards the bottom of the pool.
Ever since then, I’ve avoided water. I have hydrophobia, which is obviously a phobia of water. Well, except running water, because then I wouldn’t even be able to drink. And you need water to survive. The thing that scares me are things like pools, seas, and oceans.
But what will happen when Melita finds out that a part of Dre is exactly what she's afraid of?
It's just an idea I came up with. Maybe I'll scrap it, maybe I won't. We'll just have to wait and see...*Evil laugh off in the distance*