Beyond the horizon, in the middle of the sea, upon the rocks, layed a mermaid with hair as blue as the ocean, skin as soft as the sand, eyes so brillitant like the stars at night. She gazed at the beautiful moon that shined on her glorious long hair, sniffed the air with a scent so sweet like her breath, and sang a tune; so beautifully and magically, that all of the stars came down from the sky, and danced around her to the beauty of her voice. As she sang, she gazed upon the moon, and spoke: "Such beautiful moon, deserves a beautiful song." and sang some more, until the sun came up.
I woke up with the sound of my alarm clock. It was 10:30am, a good way to wake up during summer vacation. I got up and scooted towards the bathroom.
"BENEDIC!!" yelled my mother. "YOU BETTER GET YOUR LAZY BUTT OUT OF BED!! TIME FOR SCHOOL!"
"It's Summer Vacation, mom!!" I mentioned while brushing my teeth.
"Oh..." she answered.
I sighed and continued to do my morning routine.
When I got to the kitchen, I saw the same people I see every morning; my dad reading the Daily News, my mother eating pancakes, and my sister, Debbie, picking her fingernails.
I sighed once more and scooted towards the kitchen table and began to eat my breakfast.
"So, son." my dad spoke. "How was your night?"
I stopped eating and I thought about that weird dream I had, about that mermaid singing...
"Um..." I began. "I had this really messed up dream."
"Messed up, eh?" replied my father. "And exactly why do you think it was "messed up"?"
I pondered some more.
"Well...I dreamed about a mermaid." I answered. "Singing...with stars dancing all around her."
"Mermaid, huh?" asked my dad still reading the newspaper.
He sipped some coffee and continued to read his newspaper. I still looked at him, waiting if he'll say somehting.
"Mermaid...singing..." restated my dad. "Stars...dancing..."
"What the heck?" blurtted my sister, Debbie. "What kind of a dream is that? Strs dancing around a freakin' mermaid? What's up with that?"
"That's what I said, it was a messed up dream!" I explained her.
"Whatevs." mumbled Debbie. "You weird anyway, so no one cares.
"Debbie!" scoled my father.
She sucked her teeth and got out of the kithcen and headed to her room. I still looked at my dad.
"Dad?" I called him.
"Yes, son?" he called back.
"Do...do you think I am weird?" I asked him.
He took another sipp of his coffee and paused for a moment. For the first time this morning, he met my gaze.
"Son," he began. "All you need is friends, then you'll be set."
And that was the last thing he said all morning.
I looked at my half-eaten pancakes, somehow, they werent that appetizing anymore...
I woke up with the sound of my alarm clock. It was 10:30am, a good way to wake up during summer vacation. I got up and scooted towards the bathroom.
"BENEDIC!!" yelled my mother. "YOU BETTER GET YOUR LAZY BUTT OUT OF BED!! TIME FOR SCHOOL!"
"It's Summer Vacation, mom!!" I mentioned while brushing my teeth.
"Oh..." she answered.
I sighed and continued to do my morning routine.
When I got to the kitchen, I saw the same people I see every morning; my dad reading the Daily News, my mother eating pancakes, and my sister, Debbie, picking her fingernails.
I sighed once more and scooted towards the kitchen table and began to eat my breakfast.
"So, son." my dad spoke. "How was your night?"
I stopped eating and I thought about that weird dream I had, about that mermaid singing...
"Um..." I began. "I had this really messed up dream."
"Messed up, eh?" replied my father. "And exactly why do you think it was "messed up"?"
I pondered some more.
"Well...I dreamed about a mermaid." I answered. "Singing...with stars dancing all around her."
"Mermaid, huh?" asked my dad still reading the newspaper.
He sipped some coffee and continued to read his newspaper. I still looked at him, waiting if he'll say somehting.
"Mermaid...singing..." restated my dad. "Stars...dancing..."
"What the heck?" blurtted my sister, Debbie. "What kind of a dream is that? Strs dancing around a freakin' mermaid? What's up with that?"
"That's what I said, it was a messed up dream!" I explained her.
"Whatevs." mumbled Debbie. "You weird anyway, so no one cares.
"Debbie!" scoled my father.
She sucked her teeth and got out of the kithcen and headed to her room. I still looked at my dad.
"Dad?" I called him.
"Yes, son?" he called back.
"Do...do you think I am weird?" I asked him.
He took another sipp of his coffee and paused for a moment. For the first time this morning, he met my gaze.
"Son," he began. "All you need is friends, then you'll be set."
And that was the last thing he said all morning.
I looked at my half-eaten pancakes, somehow, they werent that appetizing anymore...
January 15, 1815
Journal,
Its cold. My food is almost gone, I can’t feel my hands. I lost my hat; my ears are frozen. My sisters are dying. Sasha has pneumonia, and Nastea’s lost her coat and shoes. My hair is falling out. I look at the broken down train behind us. Tree’s sleep soundlessly on top of it. I sit at a tree trunk, with you on my lap, and a scrawny pencil in my hand. Nastea sits beside Sasha, feeding her berries and herbs. I hope things get better, Journal. I hope things get better.
Bye Journal,
Nadia
Journal,
Its cold. My food is almost gone, I can’t feel my hands. I lost my hat; my ears are frozen. My sisters are dying. Sasha has pneumonia, and Nastea’s lost her coat and shoes. My hair is falling out. I look at the broken down train behind us. Tree’s sleep soundlessly on top of it. I sit at a tree trunk, with you on my lap, and a scrawny pencil in my hand. Nastea sits beside Sasha, feeding her berries and herbs. I hope things get better, Journal. I hope things get better.
Bye Journal,
Nadia