Chapter Two-Part OneA Chapter by PhillitupOnce we were safely away from Jaden's angry brothers, we couldn't help but laugh. Jaden transformed and started doing flips, whooping along. Clearia fell down, giggling like mad. I lay down and laughed myself out. It took a while, but I finally stopped laughing. I stood up weakly. Jaden and Clearia were each laying in seperate heaps, tired and probably sleeping. "I've got to go." Not that anyone heard me, but I felt like I should tell them. Walking, I soon reached my dads shop. The Shell Shop has been in business for about twenty years now, coming about a year before my oldest sister, Emeral. Dad loves his shop, probably more then he loves Emeral (which by the way, is saying an awful lot). He sells shells and a few other craft essentials. Not nearly as much variety in craft stock compared to Clammy Crafts, which is right next door. Still, the two shops support each other. Combined, they have everything you need to make anything you want to. That's good because Atlantis (the capital of the underwater world and ruled by Poseidon himself) is responsible for most of the craft and hand-made trade. I walked in, hoping no one but my dad would be there. Well, I wasn't so lucky this time. Luke was standing at the counter paying for a Giant Atlantic Cockle from the cove. Those cost about 10C (ten clam shells). I tried to back out, miserably failing.Luke caught my eye quickly and smiled. Luke has a HUGE crush on me. He swished his tail. Yeah, tail tricks don't excite me either. "Hi Seaast." My dad coughed in my direction. "Hi Luke." I said between my teeth. I was staring at a new container of shells. My dad coughed. "To him." "Hi Luke." I gritted my teeth, staring pointedly straight at him and turning away almost instantaneously. His smile fell. His tail disappeared, replaced with legs and a pair of jeans. Luke turned toward my dad. "Thank you sir. Have a nice day." Off he stalked, out of the store. I slumped to the floor. "Thank goodness!" I sighed. pulling myself back upright. He didn't reply, merely stood there with his arms folded over his chest. He pointed one finger into the back room. "Yes sir." I slouched into the back room. I knew. So did he.Once the action is over I can't do anything but follow directions. My dad knows me to well. © 2012 Phillitup |
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1 Review Added on October 21, 2012 Last Updated on November 11, 2012 AuthorPhillitupFLAboutI am 14-years-old. I find inspiration all over the place: memories, ideas, things I notice. I like believing in things that others find impossible. I think that's the way I hope for a better future. .. more..Writing
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