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Chapter 1 What the!?
“Ah!” The people scream. “Help!” Says some merman as he gets caught in a swirl of the water. A mermaid with her child crushed by the city wall and I just stood there. “Come Princess thy must flee” Said my youngest servant. I followed, staring, wanting to cry, and holding it in for my younger sister. Exactly how would you handle your city being attacked only for your necklace that held a special family air loom . . . a pearl? I thought. “Milly time to get up” My step mom said opening the curtains. “Hey mom I had that dream again” I told her while getting out of my bed. I put on my tang top, my dark blue jeans, my socks and shoes, and put my brown hair in a pony tail braid that goes down to my butt. “Oh really what was that your twelfth time” “No it was my . . .” I said as I counted how many times I had that horrible dream “thirteenth time” “Oh no” she said with sarcasm and a fake accent “that’s the most unlucky number there is” I went down stairs to the hall with my dog Jessie sleeping next to the front door. “What day is it” I asked my step mom. “It’s Friday the thirteenth” she said. “Another thirteen” I mumbled to myself. “Time for school big sis lets go I want breakfast lets go” my little step brother said. See I was adopted by Mr. and Mrs. Jones. Mrs. Jones died. Mr. Jones married my step mom a year later, which had a six year old son at the time. Now he was ten and I was sixteen. “Hey mom I’m going to take the truck” I yelled. “Ok but return it in one piece this time. I don’t want to take another trip to the auto shop” “Ya I don’t want to lose my allowance for a month ether” Me and my little sister went out the door. We got in the blue truck. “Step on it!” Stella, my sister, said. “Ya ya we will get there when we get there” Five minutes later we got to two big buildings one had red bricks and the other had orange. The red one was the high school and middle school. The orange was elementary or pre-k through 6th. And the other 7th-12th